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New Year's Resolution: Don't feel Blaine up in his hospital bed.

Ok - let's get it out there.

I'm in New York. Deal with it. If anyone wants to meet up, lemme know.

Who: bad2theboner and rockstarwarbler
What: Medical Advice
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: New Year's Day afternoon
Rating: PG


Andrew wasn't sure how he made it through that double shift alive, but he did. Probably the sheer fact it had been non-stop and he hadn't had time to pause and realise how exhausted he was. It finally did come to an end, though, and he had been remembering back the night before to when he met Blaine and Blaine's shaky request for Andrew to talk to him about his condition. It was a promise Andrew intended to keep, but he knew if he went straight home when he knocked off, he would probably crash in bed and not resurface for a couple of days. At least, that was the plan. He wanted to make it up to Sam and if his lover had no other plans, he wanted to make the most of his days off.

That led to Andrew making the choice to drop in on Blaine after his shift that afternoon. Yes, he was tired, but he was overtired by now and had a bit more left in him. Blaine needed to know sooner rather than later, and Andrew was relieved to find Blaine alone. Things were already awkward in general, and this was still a hard feat for Andrew. This was the guy who fucked Kurt when Andrew was still in love with him. There was niggling pain beneath the surface, but he was coping better with it now. It was ironic how that was all what started things with Sam. If Andrew had never gotten blind drunk that night, he wouldn't have ended up trying to smack Sam in the face (a fact he felt extremely guilty about now, for obvious reasons), and then Sam wouldn't have felt a White Knight complex to drag Andrew's paraletic ass home to make sure he didn't asphyxiate on his own vomit. It might not have been the makings of a romantic comedy plot, but it was their makings and Andrew knew he had found someone very special in Sam.

He knocked softly on Blaine's door and then went inside with a small smile. "Hey, dude," he greeted him, taking in Blaine's appearance. Actually, he didn't look so well today. A lot less bright than he had the night before with his friends around. "I just wanted to know if now was an okay time for that chat. I'll be going home to crash soon, but I got the feeling you needed someone to offload to a lil bit. But if you're not feeling too hot, I can come back."

Who: bad2theboner and rockstarwarbler
What: Medical Advice
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: New Year's Day afternoon
Rating: PG


Andrew wasn't sure how he made it through that double shift alive, but he did. Probably the sheer fact it had been non-stop and he hadn't had time to pause and realise how exhausted he was. It finally did come to an end, though, and he had been remembering back the night before to when he met Blaine and Blaine's shaky request for Andrew to talk to him about his condition. It was a promise Andrew intended to keep, but he knew if he went straight home when he knocked off, he would probably crash in bed and not resurface for a couple of days. At least, that was the plan. He wanted to make it up to Sam and if his lover had no other plans, he wanted to make the most of his days off.

That led to Andrew making the choice to drop in on Blaine after his shift that afternoon. Yes, he was tired, but he was overtired by now and had a bit more left in him. Blaine needed to know sooner rather than later, and Andrew was relieved to find Blaine alone. Things were already awkward in general, and this was still a hard feat for Andrew. This was the guy who fucked Kurt when Andrew was still in love with him. There was niggling pain beneath the surface, but he was coping better with it now. It was ironic how that was all what started things with Sam. If Andrew had never gotten blind drunk that night, he wouldn't have ended up trying to smack Sam in the face (a fact he felt extremely guilty about now, for obvious reasons), and then Sam wouldn't have felt a White Knight complex to drag Andrew's paraletic ass home to make sure he didn't asphyxiate on his own vomit. It might not have been the makings of a romantic comedy plot, but it was their makings and Andrew knew he had found someone very special in Sam.

He knocked softly on Blaine's door and then went inside with a small smile. "Hey, dude," he greeted him, taking in Blaine's appearance. Actually, he didn't look so well today. A lot less bright than he had the night before with his friends around. "I just wanted to know if now was an okay time for that chat. I'll be going home to crash soon, but I got the feeling you needed someone to offload to a lil bit. But if you're not feeling too hot, I can come back."

Who: singslikeagirl and anyone else if they want to be out and about
What: Obviously not scratching himself, he doesn't have time
Where: Outside Tiffany's
When: Sunday morning
Rating: G

Kurt was trying to get his fabulous on again, he really was. He just couldn't remember it ever taking this much energy before. He had all of ten minutes to get dressed that morning, but he did a very fine job, if he did say so himself. Head-to-toe black with silver accessories and a long leather coat and white fedora hat completed the look. He knew today was going to be crazy, but he didn't expect he would hit the ground running. He saw off his Dad and Carole first thing, making sure they had everything and making them promise to call him regularly on the long drive home. Carole was fussing about leaving Kurt with Blaine still in hospital, but Kurt managed to convince them he would be okay. Blaine's family was there, Quinn was there, Finn in the absolute dire straights. His friends were there. He had to try and get back on his feet and find some normalcy anyway. As tempting as it was to sit around and pine for Blaine, Blaine actually needed him to start getting his crap together. There was a lot still up in the air, but Kurt had to get his finger back on the pulse. So, he waved his parents off, where they would stop by on Finn to say goodbye to him too, and Kurt was out in the big wide world that was retail in New York City.

It was Blaine's birthday that day, and this was the first chance Kurt had to get a gift for him. He had to see to that, and then he had a press conference for the TV show after lunch. It was only after that ended when he would finally be able to get to see Blaine at the hospital for his birthday, though it was evident the New Year 'party' had taken it's toll on Blaine. Kurt wanted him to rest and stay quiet, and so did the doctors.

Checking his watch, Kurt stepped out of Tiffany's and onto the sidewalk, pulling his sunglasses on. It wasn't exactly bright and sunny, but there was a glare and you couldn't rub SPF into your eyeballs now, could you? With a line of boutique bags strung over his wrist and the blue Tiffany's one in all its glory at the front, Kurt took his phone out and sent a quick text to Blaine just to keep in touch. Luckily, the doctors were allowing Blaine access to his cell... or his new cell, rather. His other one had been lost somewhere the night he was shot. Aiden had gotten him a new iPhone for his birthday before Blaine had much of a chance to think of it otherwise. A check of his watch told Kurt he had time for a quick coffee, but he paused on the sidewalk for a moment to literally catch his breath. He had been on a go-slow for so long, the world still felt like it was spiralling past him at a rapid pace.

Who: singslikeagirl and anyone else if they want to be out and about
What: Obviously not scratching himself, he doesn't have time
Where: Outside Tiffany's
When: Sunday morning
Rating: G

Kurt was trying to get his fabulous on again, he really was. He just couldn't remember it ever taking this much energy before. He had all of ten minutes to get dressed that morning, but he did a very fine job, if he did say so himself. Head-to-toe black with silver accessories and a long leather coat and white fedora hat completed the look. He knew today was going to be crazy, but he didn't expect he would hit the ground running. He saw off his Dad and Carole first thing, making sure they had everything and making them promise to call him regularly on the long drive home. Carole was fussing about leaving Kurt with Blaine still in hospital, but Kurt managed to convince them he would be okay. Blaine's family was there, Quinn was there, Finn in the absolute dire straights. His friends were there. He had to try and get back on his feet and find some normalcy anyway. As tempting as it was to sit around and pine for Blaine, Blaine actually needed him to start getting his crap together. There was a lot still up in the air, but Kurt had to get his finger back on the pulse. So, he waved his parents off, where they would stop by on Finn to say goodbye to him too, and Kurt was out in the big wide world that was retail in New York City.

It was Blaine's birthday that day, and this was the first chance Kurt had to get a gift for him. He had to see to that, and then he had a press conference for the TV show after lunch. It was only after that ended when he would finally be able to get to see Blaine at the hospital for his birthday, though it was evident the New Year 'party' had taken it's toll on Blaine. Kurt wanted him to rest and stay quiet, and so did the doctors.

Checking his watch, Kurt stepped out of Tiffany's and onto the sidewalk, pulling his sunglasses on. It wasn't exactly bright and sunny, but there was a glare and you couldn't rub SPF into your eyeballs now, could you? With a line of boutique bags strung over his wrist and the blue Tiffany's one in all its glory at the front, Kurt took his phone out and sent a quick text to Blaine just to keep in touch. Luckily, the doctors were allowing Blaine access to his cell... or his new cell, rather. His other one had been lost somewhere the night he was shot. Aiden had gotten him a new iPhone for his birthday before Blaine had much of a chance to think of it otherwise. A check of his watch told Kurt he had time for a quick coffee, but he paused on the sidewalk for a moment to literally catch his breath. He had been on a go-slow for so long, the world still felt like it was spiralling past him at a rapid pace.

no hitting on the nurses x

did u spit or swallow?