“Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.” - Judy Garland.
Kurt, that was his name. Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. Blaine repeated the beautiful stranger’s name in his head a few more times, liking how nice it sounded. A nice ring to it, he felt. “Kurt,” he murmured to himself, testing out how it will sound like when said out loud. He liked how his name rolled off his tongue so naturally, smiling to himself. Okay, now he probably looked super creepy.
Blaine turned around to look at Kurt and saw how he was sweating profusely and how pale it was, stumbling from time to time while walking. He didn’t know if he should rush Kurt to the hospital by walking faster, or to slow down. He looked really ill. “It’s a date then,” Blaine smiled at him. He didn’t really think much of the word ‘date’, okay, maybe a little. Blaine meant it more as a calender date ‘date’ than a dating date ‘date’. “But first, we really have to bring you to the hospital. Are you having a fever?” Blaine asked as he placed a hand on Kurt’s forehead, trying to check his temperature.
Finally reaching the hospital building, the both of them looked up to stare at its intimidating height and presence as Blaine felt Kurt squeeze his hand. Even though they barely knew each other (knowing only each other’s name), Blaine felt a sense of familiarity, like Kurt was someone he knew from somewhere or that they were kindred spirits. Squeezing Kurt’s hand for assurance, Blaine looked at him and smiled. “You’ll be okay.” Pulling his hand along, Blaine walked into the hospital towards the reception to register Kurt for a consultation.
“D-date?” Kurt looked at Blaine as if he just saw an alien. “W-What do you mean?” he even forgot how badly he was feeling. No matter how confident Kurt aspired to look, his love life was really lacking - and it meant he never dated anybody in his own life. So that coming from Blaine really made him shocked. He was sure Blaine meant something else, but still that managed to bring him into such state of confusion, Kurt didn’t even notice how they walked up to the reception. Blaine talked with the desk lady, while Kurt awkwardly swayed in the back. It was really unusual for someone to take care for Kurt. The swaying was soon over, as Blaine didn’t even know Kurt’s second name, forget about anything else. The desk lady told them to head for the room number 302, what they did. When they settled on the chairs for waiting, Kurt felt the smell of chlorine and it made him felt really uneasy, hit bit his lip and shivered. All Kurt wanted to do was to leave the hospital, the sooner the better.