Who: Just showingnuttage
What: Unknown circumstances
Where: Campbell's apartment
When: Sometime Saturday
Rating: PG

Sam knew he hadn't been drinking. He had sworn off booze since the night he had kissed Kurt, and although he had been sorely tempted to indulge lately, he hadn't given in. So, when he woke up and found himself face-down on a semi-unfamiliar bathroom floor with no recollection of how he got there, Sam felt a little like someone had tipped the world underneath him. He didn't know what happened. In fact, there was quite a large gap in his memory, it seemed, because this was Campbell's bathroom (he remembered the gold-edged tiles) and although he remembered arriving there, he couldn't remember coming to the bathroom... coming to the bathroom naked.

It was only when he sat up that he could taste that familiar coppery tang on his tongue and realised there was blood on his lips when he went to wet them. He brushed his fingers across his lower lip and looked down at the red smear across them. "What the fuck..." he mumbled to himself. His head was a little sore, but he didn't really feel hung over. Just sort of disoriented, and really like he needed to find his pants. Or any pants would do, really. He pulled himself up on the vanity, a little unsteady on his feet at first. It was really bothering him that he didn't remember coming in here, but he tried not to linger on it. Maybe he had just been really tired or something. Like that sort of awkward stumble to the bathroom you did in the middle of the night when you were busting. That made sense.

Only, now that he was looking at himself in the mirror, he could see he had cut his head near his temple and the blood was from a small trickle down the side of his face. It had made it to his lips probably from the way he had been lying, and some of it was dried. How long had he been lying there? With a confused and uncertain frown, he pulled some toilet paper from the roll and wet it to clean up the blood. Somewhere in the distance, he head his cell phone beep with a text message and he glanced at the open door of the bathroom. The door was open? He always closed the door when he had to pee, without fail. You tended to do that when you had room mates.

Something was wrong with this picture here. If only he could remember what the hell the picture was.

Who: Just showingnuttage
What: Unknown circumstances
Where: Campbell's apartment
When: Sometime Saturday
Rating: PG

Sam knew he hadn't been drinking. He had sworn off booze since the night he had kissed Kurt, and although he had been sorely tempted to indulge lately, he hadn't given in. So, when he woke up and found himself face-down on a semi-unfamiliar bathroom floor with no recollection of how he got there, Sam felt a little like someone had tipped the world underneath him. He didn't know what happened. In fact, there was quite a large gap in his memory, it seemed, because this was Campbell's bathroom (he remembered the gold-edged tiles) and although he remembered arriving there, he couldn't remember coming to the bathroom... coming to the bathroom naked.

It was only when he sat up that he could taste that familiar coppery tang on his tongue and realised there was blood on his lips when he went to wet them. He brushed his fingers across his lower lip and looked down at the red smear across them. "What the fuck..." he mumbled to himself. His head was a little sore, but he didn't really feel hung over. Just sort of disoriented, and really like he needed to find his pants. Or any pants would do, really. He pulled himself up on the vanity, a little unsteady on his feet at first. It was really bothering him that he didn't remember coming in here, but he tried not to linger on it. Maybe he had just been really tired or something. Like that sort of awkward stumble to the bathroom you did in the middle of the night when you were busting. That made sense.

Only, now that he was looking at himself in the mirror, he could see he had cut his head near his temple and the blood was from a small trickle down the side of his face. It had made it to his lips probably from the way he had been lying, and some of it was dried. How long had he been lying there? With a confused and uncertain frown, he pulled some toilet paper from the roll and wet it to clean up the blood. Somewhere in the distance, he head his cell phone beep with a text message and he glanced at the open door of the bathroom. The door was open? He always closed the door when he had to pee, without fail. You tended to do that when you had room mates.

Something was wrong with this picture here. If only he could remember what the hell the picture was.

If I don't resurface from behind this mountain of books within the next week, please send help.

Hey babe. My surgery got postponed again til tomorrow morning... Can you come by here when you get out of school... I wanna see you.

OMG YOU'RE IN THE HOSPITAL WTF DID YOU DO??????

Who: singslikeagirl and anyone who wants to intercept him
What: Aimless shopping
Where: Macy's
When: Sunday, around midday
Rating: G

They definitely had some nice moments just snuggling up and making the most of Blaine being finally home, but Blaine's energy stocks these days were about that of grandpa and when he admitted to Kurt that morning that he felt like he just wanted to sleep, Kurt told him to do just that. Blaine didn't need to be asked twice. He didn't even bother with a shower, just disappeared back under the covers when Kurt got up and went back out like a light. Carole and Burt were still there, so they offered to hang around and keep an ear out if Blaine needed anything so Kurt figured it was probably the best chance he would have to run errands before he headed into two long days of work on Monday and Tuesday. Sure, their marriage wasn't legally recognised in New York, but screw that. There was still a lot of joining of assets to see to, and Kurt had to drop into the hospital to make sure everything was still set in place for Blaine's outpatient rehab sessions.

Of course, he had to squeeze some shopping time into that, especially with the realisation that Valentine's Day was just a week away. It would be their first since they got back together and their first since they were married. He wanted to make it epic for Blaine. He ended up in Macy's, even if he didn't have any real purpose for being there. A few text messages with Carole told him that Blaine was still sleeping. Kurt ended up in the candy department, standing in front of the rows and rows of assorted flavoured Jelly Bellys. Their first Valentine's Day together, Blaine had bought Kurt a huge bag of these and they spent the night in various states of undress mixing and matching all the flavours together and having a ball telling each other what cocktail to try next. A smile flickered on his lips at the memory and he looked down at his wedding ring. So much time had passed since then, it was unreal.

Who: singslikeagirl and anyone who wants to intercept him
What: Aimless shopping
Where: Macy's
When: Sunday, around midday
Rating: G

They definitely had some nice moments just snuggling up and making the most of Blaine being finally home, but Blaine's energy stocks these days were about that of grandpa and when he admitted to Kurt that morning that he felt like he just wanted to sleep, Kurt told him to do just that. Blaine didn't need to be asked twice. He didn't even bother with a shower, just disappeared back under the covers when Kurt got up and went back out like a light. Carole and Burt were still there, so they offered to hang around and keep an ear out if Blaine needed anything so Kurt figured it was probably the best chance he would have to run errands before he headed into two long days of work on Monday and Tuesday. Sure, their marriage wasn't legally recognised in New York, but screw that. There was still a lot of joining of assets to see to, and Kurt had to drop into the hospital to make sure everything was still set in place for Blaine's outpatient rehab sessions.

Of course, he had to squeeze some shopping time into that, especially with the realisation that Valentine's Day was just a week away. It would be their first since they got back together and their first since they were married. He wanted to make it epic for Blaine. He ended up in Macy's, even if he didn't have any real purpose for being there. A few text messages with Carole told him that Blaine was still sleeping. Kurt ended up in the candy department, standing in front of the rows and rows of assorted flavoured Jelly Bellys. Their first Valentine's Day together, Blaine had bought Kurt a huge bag of these and they spent the night in various states of undress mixing and matching all the flavours together and having a ball telling each other what cocktail to try next. A smile flickered on his lips at the memory and he looked down at his wedding ring. So much time had passed since then, it was unreal.

Hey boy! How was your psuedo-honeymoon, or do I want to know?

Wanna meet up soon?

showingnuttage > jewhawk

Sorry about what happened, dude. Sucks. Feel better.

Who: jewhawk and bad2theboner
What: When the McKinleyites should have their own wing at Mount Sinai
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: Monday morning, post nightshift
Rating: G

When Andrew got called in to swap his day shift with a night, he snapped it up. It was better than having to sit around his apartment in the evening fuming over the encounter with Sam at the supermarket. He knew there was probably and adult way he should be dealing with this, but right now, he just wanted to smash the pretty face of Kurt's co-star into the nearest fire hydrant, and that really wouldn't do him any good for graduating with his MD. He was supposed to fix patients, not create them. Right now, he was just trying to sort through things in his head. The mixed signals he was getting off Sam were screwing with his head. He sort of wanted to belt Sam with a pack of toilet paper when he apologised for the way he was at the hospital.

Andrew needed to stop wanting to belt people. It was unhealthy.

So, nightshift, and then he made good on the mental note he made himself the evening before to drop in on Puck. He didn't know the guy very well, only through Sam, but he figured if he could help, he'd offer his services. Things could have been a lot worse than a herniated disc, but that still wasn't anything to be brushed off, either. Especially not at Puck's age. He gave a small knock on the door of Puck's room (ironically, the one Blaine had occupied a few weeks earlier) and then shoved his hands into the pockets of his lab coat. "Hey, dude," he greeted him.

Who: jewhawk and bad2theboner
What: When the McKinleyites should have their own wing at Mount Sinai
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: Monday morning, post nightshift
Rating: G

When Andrew got called in to swap his day shift with a night, he snapped it up. It was better than having to sit around his apartment in the evening fuming over the encounter with Sam at the supermarket. He knew there was probably and adult way he should be dealing with this, but right now, he just wanted to smash the pretty face of Kurt's co-star into the nearest fire hydrant, and that really wouldn't do him any good for graduating with his MD. He was supposed to fix patients, not create them. Right now, he was just trying to sort through things in his head. The mixed signals he was getting off Sam were screwing with his head. He sort of wanted to belt Sam with a pack of toilet paper when he apologised for the way he was at the hospital.

Andrew needed to stop wanting to belt people. It was unhealthy.

So, nightshift, and then he made good on the mental note he made himself the evening before to drop in on Puck. He didn't know the guy very well, only through Sam, but he figured if he could help, he'd offer his services. Things could have been a lot worse than a herniated disc, but that still wasn't anything to be brushed off, either. Especially not at Puck's age. He gave a small knock on the door of Puck's room (ironically, the one Blaine had occupied a few weeks earlier) and then shoved his hands into the pockets of his lab coat. "Hey, dude," he greeted him.

Can I borrow you for a not date date? I'll pay you in drinks

Who: dancnwithmyself and showingnuttage - if anyone else wants to interrupt Artie before he meets up with Sam, feel free!
What: Geek out time
Where: Forbidden Planet, New York
When: Monday 7th Feb, afternoon
Rating: PG probably


Geek heaven. Artie was pretty sure he was there. He'd only made it to the Forbidden Planet store one before, but he'd take any excuse. And there were far too few geeks in this city, so when Sam suggested he get out, enjoy the day, he'd taken it.

At the moment he was sitting peering at the action figures, trying to decide what he could justify the cost of - apart from the heap of comics he'd end up buying.

Send the search party, he might be in there for days.

Who: dancnwithmyself and showingnuttage - if anyone else wants to interrupt Artie before he meets up with Sam, feel free!
What: Geek out time
Where: Forbidden Planet, New York
When: Monday 7th Feb, afternoon
Rating: PG probably


Geek heaven. Artie was pretty sure he was there. He'd only made it to the Forbidden Planet store one before, but he'd take any excuse. And there were far too few geeks in this city, so when Sam suggested he get out, enjoy the day, he'd taken it.

At the moment he was sitting peering at the action figures, trying to decide what he could justify the cost of - apart from the heap of comics he'd end up buying.

Send the search party, he might be in there for days.

I had to sit through the Superbowl. I need a full body seasalt scrub just watching that much sweat.

God help me.

r u seriously in hospital?

Tina Cohen-Chang IS COMING OUT OF THE CENSORSHIP CLOSET. DEAL WITH IT.

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