Who: rockstarwarbler and bad2theboner
What: Doctor-patient confidentiality
Where: Pittsburgh University Medical Center
When: After Kurt and Blaine's hook up

Blaine's polished and pristine shoes skidded on the lino when he raced into the exam room where Dr Pearson was waiting for him. He was breathless from running as fast as he could from his car into the hospital. He was panting, trying to catch his breath and he held up his hand. "I am... so... sorry... I'm late... I fell... asleep with... I just, um... yeah. Really... sorry," he got out, sucking in some deep breaths. He was nearly 45 minutes late, and had gotten a phone call through to the clinic to say he would be late, but he still felt bad. The thing was, both he and Kurt had fallen asleep together on his bed when they got caught up in that extremely lovely slow and soft making out. Blaine was woken by a shake from Kurt telling him it was nearly three o'clock and by that point, taking into account the drive to Pittsburgh, he was going to be late for his appointment. He didn't want to miss another one, so he got there as quickly as he could... but only after a frantic few more kisses with Kurt at the top of the spiral staircase they met on when Kurt waved him off.

The entire drive, all of Blaine's thoughts were consumed with Kurt. He couldn't stop thinking about his boyfriend - and wow, BOYFRIEND - and he kept catching himself grinning stupidly to himself when he thought about the all the little things he really did adore about Kurt, and hadn't let himself just enjoy until now. He hadn't ever been this happy, he was sure of it, and he wanted to sing about it from the rooftops. He still had the hard roadblock of his father, though, and that thought had crashed him back to reality as he drove into Pittsburgh. He was really nervous about telling his dad, and he hoped he could find the courage to do it. But now, he shrugged his blazer off and climbed up on the exam table for Andrew to examine him. He always got checked over physically, and then Andrew would ask him more pointed questions about how he was with everything.

"You're fine, Blaine. I got the phone message, it's all good. Just sit and catch your breath for a moment, buddy," Andrew told him in amusement. Blaine was panting deeply and his face was bright red from exertion with a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. He went over and got the kid a cup of water from the cooler. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since just after Christmas. Anything going on with your head or otherwise we should take a look at? I wanted to ask you, first, though, Blaine if you're okay with continuing your appointments with me. You have to know you're under no obligation to and you're always welcome to find another doctor if you're not happy with how things are going. You won't offend me if you want any of that. Or maybe you want someone closer to Dalton. You're one of my miracle cases, kiddo, and it's been something unbelievable for me to watch you recover and get back on your feet after everything, but you don't have to just stick with me because I was your doctor when you were in hospital."

( Blaine sipped his water and then just sat, eyes getting just that little bit wider with a confused blink as Andrew spoke... )


RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

Who: rockstarwarbler and zephyrnovotny
What: Long overdue... everything
Where: Novotny-Anderson Home, Pittsburgh
When: After THIS

Somewhere between the hospital and home, Blaine realised how tired he was. The emotional rollercoaster of the day had caught up with him, despite the impromptu nap with Kurt after lunch. He indulged in a big yawn when he let himself in the house and dumped his school bag behind the door. "Dad? I'm home!" he called out and took his blazer off to hang it on the coat rack. His shoes were kicked off next and he massaged the back of his neck, padding though the house towards the kitchen. He could smell dinner cooking, and he was only a little later than anticipated. Half an hour at the most, but that wasn't unusual for his doctor's appointments. It was hard to tell how long he would take, and this time, he had touched on some deep stuff with Dr Pearson.

Anti-depressants, though. How did Blaine go from getting a boyfriend to needing anti-depressants all in one day? It was tiring to think about, but even if he tried to go to bed now, his head would just be spinning. Plus, he promised to call Kurt before bed to say goodnight anyway. Between now and then, there was a lot he needed to face first, and suddenly, his stomach was doing somersaults with nerves about the impending conversation with his dad. He reflexively touched his lips with the tips of his fingers, remember how it felt kissing Kurt and it spurred him on to try to pluck up the courage here. It wasn't just about him and his dad anymore. In one fell swoop, Kurt was suddenly a huge portion of this whole thing. Blaine owed it to him as much as to himself and his dad to try to work this out.

Who? bad2theboner and zephyrnovotny
What? That awkward moment when that's not the kind of rear-ending you were going for.
When? Immediately after THIS
Where? Not far from the Novotny-Anderson home

Fuck. Fuck was the only word Michael could think of as Blaine had stormed out of the kitchen and then out of the house, slamming the door behind him and taking off in his car. It had taken Michael a moment to recover from the shock of the information his son had just given him, but once he did, he was grabbing his phone and keys to head out of the house after him. He wasn't 100% sure where Blaine was going but he felt almost certain he could figure it out. Dammit, but things had been going so well, too. Maybe Michael was just destined to be a fuck-up of a father, and nothing would ever change that. But he didn't want that. He didn't want his kid to run away from him and not trust him, and he sure as hell didn't want to be that asshole dad that never got to see his kid when they were grown. Fuck, this whole thing was his fault, and maybe that sucked more than any of it.

As he pulled out of the driveway of their house, driving toward Liberty Avenue to make his way to the interstate, he fumbled with his phone, searching for the Blaine's contact in his call log. It hit him suddenly how far down the list Blaine's name was. He didn't know why in the world he'd ever let things get this far between him and his son. Fuck, where was Blaine's name in there?

But before he found his son's name, Michael glanced up in front of him, a string of profanity falling from his lips as he saw brake lights on the back of the car in front of him. His foot shifted instantly to the brake, and his tires screeched, but it was too little, too late, and he slammed into the back of the other car, somehow managing to bang his arm hard into the steering wheel, a loud hiss of pain his only response before his airbag deployed.

Lost a patient. Epitome of my week.