Surgical internships: the Hunger Games of the medical world. Every patient, every suture, every surgery, determines your fate as a doctor. Make one mistake and you'll be on scut work for the rest of the week. In this game, you have to be a shark and go for every advantage that you can get. There's no time for romance or complicated high school friendships. It's just medicine every minute of every day if you want to survive in this program.
As Kurt Hummel stared around the room those things were all he could think about. Every single intern in the room was his competition. Were some of them more ruthless than he was? Yes, definitely, like that short, jewish looking girl who wouldn't leave the chief of surgery alone. The poor man looked extremely uncomfortable as this girl continued to talk on and on to him, but, at least he would remember her. Could the same be said about a quiet kid from Ohio like Kurt? Probably not. If Kurt had to make a guess, he assumed that the short, annoying girl was in it for cardio. They were by far the most ruthless and dedicated to their work. They were the ones always trying to claim the spotlight and the glory for themselves.
In the other corner of the room, Kurt saw a skinny latina girl talking to a guy with shoulder length blonde hair. The guy was nearly perfect. He had great skin and you could practically see the six pack underneath his tight fitted shirt. Kurt hoped that the guy was gay, but with his luck, he probably wouldn't be. Guys like him were in the program for plastics. Cosmetics were something that they themselves took pride in, so it makes sense that they want to help others with the same thing. The girl on the other hand was different. She looked like someone who wasn't afraid to attack someone if she needed to. You could just tell that she had personality and was a quick thinker. Trauma was the field that she was destined for. Trauma surgeons are often impulsive, but can change their game plan in a split second when the patient is headed downhill. They're also the ones who can keep a level head in the midst of chaos in an ER.
Deep in his thoughts, Kurt was caught off guard when he felt someone bump into him and knock him off balance. "Oh! I'm so sorry." The stranger said. Kurt caught himself before falling and turned towards the stranger. Instantly, Kurt felt his heartbeat quicken. The man standing before him was absolutely breathtaking. He had beautiful hazel eyes and although his hair was gelled down in what looked like a helmet, he made it work.
"It's alright." Kurt replied. "It was my fault. I wasn't paying attention." he added, blushing slightly. "I'm Kurt Hummel." Kurt said as he stuck his hand out towards the man.
"I'm Blaine-A-" the man said. "I'm Blaine." he repeated.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Blaine." Kurt said. "So, I take it you're an intern." he added.
"Yes, I'm a surgical intern." Blaine replied. "What program are you in?"
"Surgery." Kurt replied and Blaine gave him a little grin. "What?" Kurt asked.
"It's nothing." Blaine laughed. "It's just...I pegged you for more of a pediatrics guy or maybe dermatology."
"Dermatology is for the weak. I'm hardcore. I'm a surgeon." Kurt told him straightly.
"Well then, I'll see you tomorrow for rounds, Dr. Hummel." Blaine replied.
"And you Dr…" Kurt paused. "I don't actually know your last name." he told him.
"Blaine is fine for now." Blaine told him.
"I'll see you then...Blaine." Kurt said. After that, he watched Blaine walk away. For some reason, Blaine was the one type of surgeon, that Kurt couldn't read. He could be anything from Peds to Cardio to Neuro. Blaine was a mystery and Kurt was determined to uncover the mystery of the beautiful man that he just met. Maybe, just maybe, there was some room for a little on-call romance in his life.
So this is my new fic! It'll be completely a Klaine fic! I know I generally go in the future fic direction and I tend to focus more on the kids than klaine, so I feel like a story like this way overdue. I hope you guys enjoy it!