When alcohol affects the brain, we often find ourselves to be much more relaxed and not anxious in the slightest degree. But, with while that anxiety is gone, we are susceptible to series of other consequences, consequences that we tend to regret the next day when the alcohol leaves out system.
'Hey Kurt! Wait Up!" Rachel called as she ran down the long, white hallway towards him. Kurt stopped and waited for her. "So, I was wondering, do you already have an apartment?" she asked.
'Umm..not really." Kurt confessed. "I've just been staying in a cheap motel until I can find one that I can afford."
"Great!" Rachel exclaimed. "Well...not great that you're living in a motel but...what I was saying is that I've found an apartment. It's really nice; two bedrooms, hardwood floors, washer/dryer, but it's a little out of my price range. So, I was wondering if you wanted to be my roommate?" Rachel rambled. Kurt sighed and took a minute to think. Living with Rachel? He didn't know if he could handle that, yet it was much better than the crappy motel where he was staying now. The same motel where he found a rat just chilling in his bathtub. Yeah. It was settled. Anything was better than that motel.
"Sure." Kurt replied eventually. "I've got nowhere else to stay and that apartment sounds beautiful."
"Awesome!" Rachel exclaimed. "You can come over after work tonight and we can look at before I put down a full down payment." she told him.
'Alright," Kurt replied with a smile."It's a plan. I'll see you after work." he told her before walking off towards the pit. He found Blaine leaning on the counter filling out patient paperwork.
"Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?" Blaine asked.
"I think I just agreed to move in with Rachel Berry." Kurt moaned as he put his head into his hands. Blaine let out a little laugh.
'Good luck with that." Blaine told Kurt, to which just glared at him. He would move in with Blaine with a snap of his fingers, but right not that just wasn't an option.
After work was over, Kurt met up with Rachel outside of the hospital. "You ready to go?" she asked. Kurt nodded and followed her over to her car because typical control freak Rachel insisted on driving. Boy had Kurt gotten himself into some trouble. They drove for about fifteen minutes before reaching the was a good sign. At least the apartment was close to hospital. That would make it easy for the both of them to arrive quicker than any of the other interns to get good cases. Rachel led him into an elevator and then they went up four floors. The apartment was labeled 4B and when Rachel opened the door, Kurt didn't expect to see what he did. Rachel's stuff was already positioned inside the apartment.
"Okay, I know that this is your first time seeing it, but I was so excited this afternoon when you said yes, that I made the down payment and first month's rent." Rachel said. "And I had a few of my friends bring over my stuff. They owed me anyway. Please, tell me you're not mad and that you still want to live here because I don't think I can get my money back." she laughed. Kurt looked around. It truly was a beautiful apartment. He couldn't do much better. This felt like the right place.
"Of course I still want to live here." Kurt told her. Rachel let out a little shriek and pulled him into a hug.
"This is amazing." She said. "You have off tomorrow right?" she asked. Kurt nodded. "Then, we can go and get your stuff and move it in tomorrow." she said. Once again, Kurt just nodded. "Do you want to just crash on the couch?" Rachel offered. "Then we can go together to get your stuff tomorrow."
"No, I think I want to pack my stuff up tonight so it'll be ready to move tomorrow." Kurt told her. "I think it's best if I sleep in the motel one last night."
"Oh, okay." Rachel said in a disappointed voice. "I'll drive you home then." she said. Kurt nodded and then followed her back down to the car and they drove to the motel. "See you tomorrow roomie!" She called out the window as she drove away. Kurt sighed. What had he gotten himself into?
Kurt spent most of that night packing up his things so that he would be ready to go in the morning when Rachel picked him up. It wasn't really that hard. He didn't have any furniture, just a few suitcase of clothes and a few boxes of other personal possessions. "This is all you have?" Rachel asked when she picked him up.
"Yup." Kurt replied. "This is it." She gave him a strange look before grabbing the boxes and helping him load everything into the trunk. After about five minutes, the last box was loaded and they set off for their new apartment.
"I'm so excited about this apartment." Rachel said. "I've never really had one before. I've had a dorm, but never my own apartment that I can do anything with. Have you?" she asked Kurt.
"Nope. I lived at home for college and in a dorm for medical school." Kurt replied.
"So you're a first timer too!" Rachel exclaimed happily. "We should do something...to celebrate. We should have a party!"
"I don't know…" Kurt said hesitantly.
"No Kurt come on! It'll be so much fun." Rachel said. "Please." She added with a pair of puppy dog eyes.
"Fine." Kurt sighed. Yes was the only answer that was going to get Rachel to shut up, which was the only thing that Kurt wanted. When they got to the apartment, it luckily didn't take Kurt too long to unpack. That was good because Rachel was getting on his nerves with this whole party thing. When she was looking, he pulled out his pager and looked at it.
"Oh crap!' Kurt exclaimed. "I just got paged to the hospital. They need me to come in." he lied.
"What?" Rachel cried. "But it's your day off! And what about the party?"
"Rachel, we're interns. They call, we come." Kurt said. "I'll try to come back as soon as I can because tonight, we are going to party."he said with the most fake mustered up excitement he could produce.
"Okay, try to hurry." Rachel called as he went out the door. Finally, he could get a moment to himself to think. He decided to walk to the hospital because his car was still there and he wasn't really paged, so there was no rush. When he got to the hospital, he went to the locker room and changed into the extra pair of scrubs in his locker and went to the pit.
"What are you doing here?" Blaine asked. "It's your day off."
"I was afraid of going to jail." Kurt replied.
"Jail?" Blaine laughed. "Why would you go to jail?" he asked.
"Because if I stayed in that apartment for another minute I was going to murder Rachel." Kurt said. "Her and her stupid party."
"Oh, I heard about that." Blaine said.
"How? She hasn't even been to the hospital." Kurt replied.
"She sent out a mass text." Blaine replied as he pulled out his phone and read, "Come to the Berry-Hummel House Warming Extravaganza. There will be booze and music!"
"Oh God…" Kurt moaned.
"You know...I was planning on going." Blaine said. "But, only if you were going to be there." This took Kurt off guard. He would love to spend time with Blaine outside of a work setting. As much as he hated this party, he didn't hate Blaine.
"Well...it is my apartment, so I guess I'll be there." Kurt said with a smile.
"Great. I guess I'll see you tonight." Blaine said.
"Tonight." Kurt repeated with a smile on his face. Suddenly, sirens echoed outside and there was a lot of them. Three ambulances arrived. Each one held what appeared to be a high school teenager. There were two girls and one boy.
"Hummel, what are you doing here?" Dr. Anderson asked, the older one, not Blaine.
"I-I didn't have anything else to do." Kurt stuttered.
"Well, go with the boy." He said. "You're not supposed to be here anyway and his injuries are less severe than the girls."
"Yes sir." Kurt replied as he followed the stretcher with the teenage boy with it.
"My friends, Allie and Katie, are they okay?" the boy rambled.
"I will find out for you." Kurt said. "I just need you to calm down for me, so I can examine you." The boy relaxed and let Kurt examine him. He wasn't injured badly, only a few cuts that need some sutures and a fractured wrist. "So, what's your name?" Kurt asked as he began to stitch the boy's cuts up.
"Zack." he replied.
"Well, Zack, can you tell me what happened?" Kurt asked. "...How did you got into a car crash?" Zack looked around nervously.
"It-It's homecoming." He began. "We were at a pre-party and there was alcohol." he confessed. "I was pretty drunk, so was Allie and Katie, but Katie seemed the most sober, so we made her drive. Out of no where, this car just slams into us. Katie went through the windshield and Allie crashed into the dashboard. Please, can you find out how they are?" he asked, getting choked up.
"Okay, calm down." Kurt told him softly. "I'll find out." He walked over to the nurse station. Nurses know everything.
"Do you know the status of those two girls who just came in the ER?" Kurt asked.
"The one was rushed to surgery for internal injuries, the other is brain dead." The nurse replied. Kurt sighed. He couldn't tell this poor boy any ounce of good news. He walked back over and sat down next to Zack.
"Are they okay?" he asked.
"The doctors are still working on them." Kurt told him. "Why don't you tell me about them?" he asked. "Katie and Allie...I mean."
"Ummm..well, Allie's my girlfriend and Katie is my best friend." Zack explained. "But, we were all just going to homecoming as friends. Allie and I didn't want to make Katie feel like a third wheel." Having gone on many dates with his straight friends, Kurt knew exactly how awful being a third wheel truly was. Kurt sat and talked with Zack, until the one girl was out of surgery. Blaine was the one who came to get him because he got to scrub in.
"How is she?" Kurt asked Blaine. Blaine just shook his head sadly.
"There was too much damage." Blaine said. "We did all we could." Kurt let out a deep sigh. Both girls were essentially gone, leaving this poor boy alone.
"I'll tell the boy." Kurt told Blaine. "His best friend, Katie, the driver, is brain dead and in the ICU. She's an organ donor." Kurt said. "I'll tell him about his girlfriend too." Blaine nodded and allowed Kurt to go and talk to Zack. Kurt wheeled Zack in a wheelchair up to the ICU to break the news. Being in Katie's room would be a lot more private than the crowded ER. When they got to the room, Kurt couldn't bare to watch Zack's face when he saw her connected to the ventilator breathing for her.
"What's wrong with her?" he cried. Kurt took a seat in the chair and place his hand gently on Zack's leg.
"Zack, the trauma from the windshield was too much for her brain to handle."
"So, she's in a coma?" Zack asked.
"No." Kurt replied. "There is no sign of brain activity. She's brain dead."
"W-what about Allie?" he asked. Kurt felt his own eyes water up. It was killing him to break this boy's heart.
"No." Zack cried, seeing the look in Kurt's eyes. Kurt nodded to signal that what Zack was thinking was true. Zack doubled over in sobs and Kurt held the boy close to his chest. "I shouldn't have let her drive." he cried. "It's my fault."
"Shh, shh." Kurt soothed. "It was an accident." Zack continued to cry until eventually, he broke away and wheeled himself over to Katie's bed and laid his head on her chest. "Zack, We need to know if Katie has any family to contact."
"No." Zack replied. "Her parents died in a car crash a little over a year ago. It's just me. I'm all she has left and I'm listed as her next of kin."
"The reason I ask is because...she's an organ donor and if you're over eighteen and listed as next of kin...it's up to you to decide." Kurt said.
"I-I can't." Zack cried. "I need more time."
"Organs don't stay viable for very long." Kurt told him.
"I need more time!" Zack shouted as he laid his head back on Katie's chest which moved rhythmically up and down. Kurt decided to give him a little time to come to terms with his new reality. He looked for Blaine, but he couldn't find him. Kurt guessed that he probably already went over to the party. After about an hour, Kurt went back up to Katie's room. Zack was still sitting there with his head on her chest.
"Zack, she's not there anymore. Katie's gone." he said. "She stopped being Katie hours ago."
"I just- she's my best friend." Zack cried. "How can I just unplug her?"
"Just know that you are helping her." Kurt said. "She's in pain and if you let her go, she'll be better off and we need to decide if you want to donate her organs."
"I don't know if she would want me too." Zack replied. "I don't know anything anymore."
"You know Katie. She was your best friend and from what you told me, she was a girl who would do anything to help someone in need." Kurt said. Zack smiled and nodded his head.
"Yeah, she would. She was a really good person and friend." Zack said. "She would give everything she could."
"Okay, I just need you to sign this form." Kurt said as he handed Zack a clipboard. He signed his name on the line.
"Please, just take her." He sobbed. "Make sure that she helps people." Zack leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I always loved you." he whispered before leaving the room and going to the waiting room. Kurt scheduled the surgery, but didn't actually scrub in. Dr. Anderson wouldn't allow it since he wasn't actually supposed to be there. So, he went home and found the insane party that Rachel had thrown. It looked like every intern in their class was there. That was probably because they didn't trust them to work night shift just yet. After the day he had, Kurt just want to drink. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a tequila bottle and kept pouring himself shots until he was pretty drunk. It was then that Blaine found him.
"You made it." Blaine slurred, obviously drunk as well.
"Hell yeah I did." Kurt giggled out. Kurt could tell that something in Blaine's eyes had changed. Those protective barriers weren't up anymore and apparently neither was his filter.
"Lord, Kurt, I want you so bad." Blaine moaned as he got close and began kissing Kurt's neck.
"Not here." Kurt said. He grabbed Blaine's hand and led him down the hallway toward his bedroom. Once inside, Kurt pressed his lips onto Blaine's and gripped onto him tightly. Blaine struggled to get Kurt's shirt off while they tried to continue kissing. Eventually Kurt just ripped his own shirt off and then pushed Blaine down onto his bed and began kissing Blaine's stomach from top to bottom as Blaine pulled his own shirt off. This was really happening and Kurt couldn't have been happier staring at the beautiful, naked man lying on his bed. The question was would he still feel that way in the morning? Alcohol often had that effect.