A/N: This one has kind of been bugging me for awhile now. I kind of want to experiment with something here…so if you hate it…sorry. Lol. Anyway. Just read it. I don't own Blaine or Kurt, though I'd like to. That's RIB's job. And as I always say…we could all do better writing them.
Kurt Hummel wrapped the stethoscope around his neck and sighed. It was another busy night in the hangar, but he'd survived it. When Kurt told his family he was going to join the Army as a nurse, they thought he was crazy. But he got satisfaction out of helping people. As he finished up his last patient for the night, he sat down at a desk reserved for the doctor. He'd been up for fifteen hours straight, and was exhausted. He'd heard a few of the patients hollering in pain. He needed to make time to call his dad tonight. He stood up and stretched his legs. His relief had finally made it, and Kurt was looking forward to enjoying a couple days off. He couldn't go home, because he was stationed in Germany, but still. He could explore Frankfurt like he'd wanted to. He looked at the clock and realized that he could still call his dad and Carole. He walked to his little house on base and unlocked the door. He stepped inside and smiled, walking into his little kitchen and turned on his teakettle while turning back to his laptop. It was humming and wheezing and waiting for him to load Skype. He turned and pushed a button to bring it up. He pushed Carole's laptop, knowing that it would take him right to her and his father. He didn't have to wait long. He heard Carole's hello, and that was it.
"Hey! We were beginning to think you forgot about us."
His dad's voice said, coming from the other side. It wasn't everyday that Congressman Hummel was there on his chats with Carole, but when he was, he made the best of it. He finally made his way to the screen with Carole and Burt. He sat his tea down and smiled at them. Carole smiled warmly at him.
"How was your day?"
"Long. I did fifteen hours today. Ten and a half yesterday. And thirteen the day before that. I'm off for the next two days though. Hopefully nothing arises where they'll need all hands."
Kurt said, yawning. He spoke with Carole and Burt for a little while longer, when he couldn't stop yawning. He needed to catch up on his sleep. He blew them kisses, assured him he'd be home at Christmas and slammed his laptop lid down. He put his tea cup in the sink and headed into the bedroom. He climbed into bed, and instantly fell asleep.
Meanwhile…somewhere closer to War action:
Captain Blaine Anderson sat in the passenger seat of the Hummer his friend Wes Montgomery was driving. They were on patrol looking out for any suspicious activity. That's when Blaine heard it. The explosions. He grabbed the binoculars and looked in them, but couldn't see anything. But then it was too late. He'd felt it before he'd heard it. The rumbling of gunfire. Someone was attacking their convoy. Wes tried swerving to miss any more gunfire, but it was too late.
"Son of a bitch, Montgomery start shooting!"
Blaine yelled, grabbing his gun. It was too late. In his trying to miss the gunfire, Wes had run over an IED. Blaine tried to warn him in all the excitement, but it was too late. Wes had jumped out, but for some reason…Blaine hadn't registered to do the same. The Hummer rolled over it and Blaine tried to get out, but the explosion happened way too quickly. Blaine lay motionless on the side of the road. Wes crawled over to him to check on him and was yelling, but wasn't getting anything out of Blaine. He saw the blood coming from him and knew it was bad. Wes started yelling for help and was amazed when he saw the medics come over. He couldn't hear anything over the gunfire, but Wes was his best friend. And he was going to go just about anywhere with him. Including right now. He heaved himself up off the ground, and followed the medics. He'd not been hit by anything, but he'd feel guilty not letting Blaine jump first. If he could change anything about it, he would. The medics helped Wes onto their truck as they drove both Blaine and Wes out of the danger zone…
Back in Frankfurt:
Kurt was awakened by his phone ringing. He didn't know who was calling him, or why, but he figured it was probably work asking him to come in. He looked at the screen and looked surprised. It was Wes Montgomery. He and Wes had become friends at his time at Dalton, and then his move back to McKinley. If Wes was calling, then something was up. And it probably had something to do with the past he had successfully escaped. He sighed and answered it.
Wes' voice broke through the line. He knew that Wes and….Blaine were in Afghanistan, fighting together but he didn't know just why Wes was calling. Maybe something had happened to Wes, and they were transferring him to the air base to get treatment.
"Wes. What's wrong?"
Kurt said, sitting up in bed. He suddenly had a dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't tell who it was, but if it were either one of them, he'd never forgive himself. Especially after the last two years. He and Wes remained friends without mentioning him.
"Kurt, it's Blaine. It isn't good."
Kurt shouldn't care. Blaine Anderson had walked out of his life three years ago for someone who didn't love him. He'd joined up in the Army afterwards. He wanted to help people. That's why he did it, or so he told people. He'd done it to escape Ohio. He did it to escape seeing Blaine and Sebastian together. Kurt collected his thoughts and continued with the conversation with Wes.
"We were traveling in a convoy. We were on patrol. I was driving. We came under enemy fire, I swerved to miss an IED poking out of the ground. I saw that we were coming upon another one and tried missing it. I jumped out of the convoy…"
Wes let his thoughts trail off. Kurt knew exactly what was happening. Wes was telling him that Blaine was seriously injured. Possibly even dead. Kurt was angry at Blaine for hurting him, that didn't mean he wanted him to be dead. Kurt looked at the picture of he and Blaine that was currently residing on his bedside table. He felt his blood run cold.
"Wesley, what happened. Tell me what happened."
"He didn't jump. We rolled over another IED that I'd missed. It exploded. He's not dead, but he's not exactly in the best shape either, Kurt."
"Why aren't you calling Sebastian?"
"You're his true love, Kurt. You know it, I know it, Blaine knows it, hell even David knows it. Sebastian never did love him. Blaine cries for what he did to you every night. Please, don't let any anger and resentment you may have towards him keep you from being there for Blaine."
Wes was right, and Kurt knew it. He wasn't angry at Blaine. He did still love him. Always had. Even when Blaine broke up with him. Kurt leapt out of bed and sighed. He needed to get to Afghanistan to see him. Just to see how he was. He had no illusions on getting back together with Blaine. He loved him, always would. But he didn't know if he could bring himself to go and see him.
"You're right. I'll see what I can do. I will try and be there for him. I do have some leave coming up. Are they transferring him anywhere?"
"Not yet. He isn't stable enough to travel. If they do, he's going to Walter Reed in D.C. He'll be stopping by the Ramstein base to get settled. It's to early to tell."
"Thanks Wes. We'll be in touch."
Kurt said, hanging up. He got in the shower, got dressed and called his boss. He was requesting a meeting as soon as possible. He saw that he'd gotten two missed calls on Skype. He saw that Mercedes and Finn had left messages. He'd get back to them once he'd knew more about the situation he found himself facing. He got a call back from his higher ups. They were phone meeting with him, and it were agreed. He was going to be transferred to the Army base where Blaine was being held. They needed new nurses there anyway, and he'd be a bigger help there than he would be anywhere else. He'd be flying out in twelve hours. That was enough time to alert Finn, Mercedes and his Dad and Carole. He called Finn first and waited.
"Rachel! Is your husband around, too?"
"Yeah, he's right here. What's going on?"
Rachel was worried about Kurt. Since he'd enlisted and started working as an Army nurse he'd changed. More like his heart had hardened. Rachel wasn't going to make him mad by talking about it.
"I've accepted a transfer. I'm heading to Afghanistan in twelve hours."
Rachel dropped the phone. Finn looked nervous. They knew this was a possibility of Kurt going into a war zone, but they didn't realize that Kurt had wanted this. Rachel knew this had something to do with a certain curly haired boy that was also over there. Wes and her had hit it off at a party and became really close friends ever since. Wes had told her Blaine had enlisted shortly after Kurt did, and Rachel knew he was there.
"They need nurses. I am a nurse. We always knew this was going to happen, Rach. This was a possibility. Now look, don't try and talk me out of this. I've still got to call Mercedes and dad and Carole. And pack. I'll call you when I get to the base."
Kurt said, hanging up the phone. He dialed his dad and Carole next and got the same reaction. He needed to wrap his mind around things. Mercedes was supportive of him, no matter what. He needed that. He packed up his tiny house. Stuck his clothes in his duffel bag and took the picture of him and Blaine off his bedside table. He wouldn't admit his feelings to anyone else. His feelings for Blaine Anderson were his to struggle with, and his alone. He dashed out of his house and down to the commissary to eat, then head out. He had no illusions about his relationship with Blaine. None. He was going to help people, that was all.