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"I will stand up for you, no matter what you're going through. I'm still on your side..."
Who? 
Dave Karofsky and Tommy Kennedy
What? Spousal comfort
When? A couple of days after this
Where? The Karofsky-Kennedy home
It had been a long busy day at work for Tommy, who worked in the office of the Mayor of New York City. There was always something going on that required him to be constantly busy, but it paid well, and helped him and Dave to get their home transformed into the kind of place where they could be ready to bring a baby home. They weren't fabulously wealthy by any means, but they were well enough off to provide a good home for their soon-to-be-born baby, and to make sure that all of his or her needs were met.
But Tommy had honestly been worried lately. Dave hadn't been himself ever since he found out about his friend's illness, and Tommy would never forget the heartbreaking sobs that his husband had cried in his arms that night, and how impossible it was to find a way to comfort him. It was just too much. At their age, they shouldn't have to worry about whether or not a friend was going to die, but Dave was facing that very worry, and it ripped Tommy to pieces not knowing how to make it better.
Still, when he heard his husband's key in the door, he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face, even if there was still worry in his eyes. Meeting Dave at the door, Tommy slipped his arms around his husband's waist and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "I warmed dinner up for us. We can eat in the living room if you want. How was your day?"
Dave Karofsky and Tommy KennedyWhat? Spousal comfort
When? A couple of days after this
Where? The Karofsky-Kennedy home
It had been a long busy day at work for Tommy, who worked in the office of the Mayor of New York City. There was always something going on that required him to be constantly busy, but it paid well, and helped him and Dave to get their home transformed into the kind of place where they could be ready to bring a baby home. They weren't fabulously wealthy by any means, but they were well enough off to provide a good home for their soon-to-be-born baby, and to make sure that all of his or her needs were met.
But Tommy had honestly been worried lately. Dave hadn't been himself ever since he found out about his friend's illness, and Tommy would never forget the heartbreaking sobs that his husband had cried in his arms that night, and how impossible it was to find a way to comfort him. It was just too much. At their age, they shouldn't have to worry about whether or not a friend was going to die, but Dave was facing that very worry, and it ripped Tommy to pieces not knowing how to make it better.
Still, when he heard his husband's key in the door, he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face, even if there was still worry in his eyes. Meeting Dave at the door, Tommy slipped his arms around his husband's waist and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "I warmed dinner up for us. We can eat in the living room if you want. How was your day?"
"So maybe it's true that I can't live without you. And maybe two is better than one."
Who: Santana Lopez and Ava Harding
What: Of old faces and scary shocks
Where: Mount Sinai Cancer Clinic
When: Monday morning
It was Ava's third week at this new clinic in New York City and she couldn't be thriving better in her residency is she tried. She was building a patient base for herself, and today, she met three more which meant she built her network of doctors she knew even more of the patients she was joint-managing them with. She was very much not a city girl at heart, and was already missing being so close to the beach and water, but she did have a love for New York she couldn't explain. Life was really content for her right now. New job, new apartment, new wife... it was a place in her life she was never sure she would ever make it to.
Today was particularly busy, though with chemo rounds often starting on a Monday, and the clinic was full. But Ava had just done her rounds, and was about to go on her lunch break that she had a date set up with her beautiful wife who would be meeting her there at the clinic soon. She was a little worried, though, because one of her new patients was having a really bad day with pain and sickness, and she felt bad disappearing from the clinic. The guy was a sweetheart, though, and his poor husband was holding it all together the best he could. It touched Ava's heart and she told the nurse to page her ASAP if anything took more of a turn for the worse. The guy had a bad history with the chemo and there was always the option they might need to admit him through the chemo rounds. He had to be closely monitored.
She was just signing off some medication orders at the nurses' station when she saw Santana step out of the elevator up the hall and smiled. "Well, you're a sight for sore eyes, gorgeous," she told her as she approached and closed over the file she was working in.
Santana Lopez and Ava HardingWhat: Of old faces and scary shocks
Where: Mount Sinai Cancer Clinic
When: Monday morning
It was Ava's third week at this new clinic in New York City and she couldn't be thriving better in her residency is she tried. She was building a patient base for herself, and today, she met three more which meant she built her network of doctors she knew even more of the patients she was joint-managing them with. She was very much not a city girl at heart, and was already missing being so close to the beach and water, but she did have a love for New York she couldn't explain. Life was really content for her right now. New job, new apartment, new wife... it was a place in her life she was never sure she would ever make it to.
Today was particularly busy, though with chemo rounds often starting on a Monday, and the clinic was full. But Ava had just done her rounds, and was about to go on her lunch break that she had a date set up with her beautiful wife who would be meeting her there at the clinic soon. She was a little worried, though, because one of her new patients was having a really bad day with pain and sickness, and she felt bad disappearing from the clinic. The guy was a sweetheart, though, and his poor husband was holding it all together the best he could. It touched Ava's heart and she told the nurse to page her ASAP if anything took more of a turn for the worse. The guy had a bad history with the chemo and there was always the option they might need to admit him through the chemo rounds. He had to be closely monitored.
She was just signing off some medication orders at the nurses' station when she saw Santana step out of the elevator up the hall and smiled. "Well, you're a sight for sore eyes, gorgeous," she told her as she approached and closed over the file she was working in.
"I miss my friend, the one my heart and soul confided in."
Who: Dave Karofsky and Kurt Hummel-Anderson
What: Bittersweet reunion
Where: Hummel-Anderson Home
When: About a week after THIS
Nate had made good on his promise and apparently spoke to Kurt's dad about Dave visiting him at some point. There hadn't been any hesitation, and Mr Hummel even said it would be good for Kurt, so he happily told Nate to pass on the message for Dave to drop by... only with the added disclaimer that Kurt might not be up for visitors at any one time. It would just be a matter of playing it by ear. In fact, this was the second time Dave had dropped by. Two days prior, Mrs Hummel had answered the door and even though she was lovely, had to reluctantly tell Dave that Kurt was just having too much of a bad day to see anyone.
He hadn't even been expecting to see Kurt today, and of course, he wouldn't have minded if he had to keep trying for months on end. He would wait as long as it took. But today, Mrs Hummel actually invited Dave in and seemed a little surprised he had even come back. Kurt was in bed, but he was awake and after checking with him that he was okay for a visitor, she directed Dave to the bedroom. He just knocked softly when he appeared at the door, and it hit him all over again the reality and enormity of the situation.
Kurt was sick. Very, very sick, and Dave could feel himself tearing up again. The only thing that probably stopped him breaking down again was the fact Blaine was in the bed beside Kurt and sleeping. That alone was enough to illustrate how serious this was. It was the middle of the day, and their life had probably come to just functioning around Kurt's illness, taking each minute as it came. "Kurt, I... I just... I'm so sorry."
Dave Karofsky and Kurt Hummel-AndersonWhat: Bittersweet reunion
Where: Hummel-Anderson Home
When: About a week after THIS
Nate had made good on his promise and apparently spoke to Kurt's dad about Dave visiting him at some point. There hadn't been any hesitation, and Mr Hummel even said it would be good for Kurt, so he happily told Nate to pass on the message for Dave to drop by... only with the added disclaimer that Kurt might not be up for visitors at any one time. It would just be a matter of playing it by ear. In fact, this was the second time Dave had dropped by. Two days prior, Mrs Hummel had answered the door and even though she was lovely, had to reluctantly tell Dave that Kurt was just having too much of a bad day to see anyone.
He hadn't even been expecting to see Kurt today, and of course, he wouldn't have minded if he had to keep trying for months on end. He would wait as long as it took. But today, Mrs Hummel actually invited Dave in and seemed a little surprised he had even come back. Kurt was in bed, but he was awake and after checking with him that he was okay for a visitor, she directed Dave to the bedroom. He just knocked softly when he appeared at the door, and it hit him all over again the reality and enormity of the situation.
Kurt was sick. Very, very sick, and Dave could feel himself tearing up again. The only thing that probably stopped him breaking down again was the fact Blaine was in the bed beside Kurt and sleeping. That alone was enough to illustrate how serious this was. It was the middle of the day, and their life had probably come to just functioning around Kurt's illness, taking each minute as it came. "Kurt, I... I just... I'm so sorry."
"Ain't it good to know that you've got a friend when people can be so cold."
Who: Mike Chang and Blaine Anderson
What: You've got a friend in need
Where: Kurt & Blaine's
When: Monday afternoon
Mike tiptoed quietly up the hall of Kurt and Blaine's apartment which was surrounded by boxes being packed for their move to Scarsdale. Quinn had just let him in, but Blaine was expecting him anyway, so she just directed him to the master bedroom. The door was ajar, so he knocked softly and heard a soft, "It's open," coming from within. He pushed the door open with a small smile of greeting and found Blaine leant over a sleeping Kurt as he threaded Kurt's arm slowly and carefully into a soft cardigan.
"Hey, dude," he greeted Blaine, hovering a little by the door. "If this is a bad time, I can come. Just wanted to drop by and see how you were holding up or if you needed help with anything. I can test out these new nursing skills I've been learning. I'm also a pretty decent cook and excellent at laundry. Really, man, if you need help with anything, point me in the right direction. Or I can just keep you company for awhile. How are you guys doing? It must feel a lot better for him being home in his own bed."
Mike Chang and Blaine AndersonWhat: You've got a friend in need
Where: Kurt & Blaine's
When: Monday afternoon
Mike tiptoed quietly up the hall of Kurt and Blaine's apartment which was surrounded by boxes being packed for their move to Scarsdale. Quinn had just let him in, but Blaine was expecting him anyway, so she just directed him to the master bedroom. The door was ajar, so he knocked softly and heard a soft, "It's open," coming from within. He pushed the door open with a small smile of greeting and found Blaine leant over a sleeping Kurt as he threaded Kurt's arm slowly and carefully into a soft cardigan.
"Hey, dude," he greeted Blaine, hovering a little by the door. "If this is a bad time, I can come. Just wanted to drop by and see how you were holding up or if you needed help with anything. I can test out these new nursing skills I've been learning. I'm also a pretty decent cook and excellent at laundry. Really, man, if you need help with anything, point me in the right direction. Or I can just keep you company for awhile. How are you guys doing? It must feel a lot better for him being home in his own bed."
"Some days we forget to look around us. Some days we can't see the joy that surrounds us."
Who: Dave Karofsky and Nathan Durham-Smyth
What: Good and bad news
Where: LGBT Community Center, Christopher Street, NYC
When: Afternoon after THIS
It had to be close to three years since Dave last stepped through these doors, and he actually paused for a moment to look up at the sign above and remembered the first time he had walked through them. Newly graduated from high school, newly escaped from the stifling and fearful confines of Lima, Ohio... he had been grateful to make it out alive, but still so scared, lost, and fighting a hard battle of recovery that he finally found the balls to seek the help he needed to make it through.
It had taken a lot of counselling in his early college days to get to a place he was content within himself, and finally began to live his life out of the closet. It was easier in New York, but Dave still had a lot of demons and guilt to fight. He honestly wasn't sure where he would be today without the help of his center, and the support he had found here, but now life had taken a much happier turn for him, he knew it was time to come back and reconnect to the guy who helped him above and beyond all else.
He knocked softly on the door of the small office and shot Nathan a grin. "I can't believe you still haven't done anything about the décor in this place. I at least expected some new drapes," he joked.
Dave Karofsky and Nathan Durham-SmythWhat: Good and bad news
Where: LGBT Community Center, Christopher Street, NYC
When: Afternoon after THIS
It had to be close to three years since Dave last stepped through these doors, and he actually paused for a moment to look up at the sign above and remembered the first time he had walked through them. Newly graduated from high school, newly escaped from the stifling and fearful confines of Lima, Ohio... he had been grateful to make it out alive, but still so scared, lost, and fighting a hard battle of recovery that he finally found the balls to seek the help he needed to make it through.
It had taken a lot of counselling in his early college days to get to a place he was content within himself, and finally began to live his life out of the closet. It was easier in New York, but Dave still had a lot of demons and guilt to fight. He honestly wasn't sure where he would be today without the help of his center, and the support he had found here, but now life had taken a much happier turn for him, he knew it was time to come back and reconnect to the guy who helped him above and beyond all else.
He knocked softly on the door of the small office and shot Nathan a grin. "I can't believe you still haven't done anything about the décor in this place. I at least expected some new drapes," he joked.
"You got the rights and there's always a temptation. This one more screwed up relation."
Who: Daniel Stewart and Nathan Durham-Smyth
What: Denial is just a river blah fucking blah
Where: Daniel's apartment, Upper East Side
When: Following THIS and THIS
Rating: I vote we get rid of this rating thing, we're all old and have dirty minds anyway ;)
As Andrew had discovered in a haze of nightshift brain shock, Daniel had a lot of money. Considering he was the heir of a multi-millionaire and the owner of a mult-million dollar corporation, he wasn't living from paycheck to paycheck by any means. In fact, he didn't have to work, he just wanted to and needed to, because other than his job, his mom, and his friends, his life felt pretty empty otherwise. But his Upper East Side apartment just a couple of blocks walk from work was... opulent. The apartment block had a lobby with marble floors and extravagant flower arrangments manned by a Conceirge and receptionist. There was a swimming pool on the lower floors with a gym. It was the whole deal. Daniel lived on one of the upper floors with views of the city with lots of floor to ceiling windows, polished floors, glass and modern things. It had four bedrooms and three bathrooms, a theatre room, a huge kitchen, a formal dining room and a balcony. This was how he grew up in this lifestyle, so he was used to it, but he mostly didn't live the life of a millionaire by any means, so no one but those who were aware of it would assume it as his lifestyle.
He knew Andrew had been 100% stunned to discover that Daniel had this lifestyle and still chose to work as a nurse, but it was what it was, and despite his bank balances, Daniel still had the ability to get embarrassingly sick like anyone else. Daniel was lying on one of his huge plush sofas in his living room when he heard his front door unlock, open and close in the apartment distance without a knock. He was lying there in a mound of covers with a manual IV line in his arm feeding him fluids from a bag hanging off the top of the lamp beside the sofa, courtesy of Andrew and there was a strategically placed bucket on the floor beside him.
When Nate came into the room (it was no lie, he had a key to Daniel's apartment), Daniel just looked over at him tiredly. "I can't believe you let me talk you in a twist of delusion for so long. You're off your game with the fucked up hand, aren't you?" he asked and then gestured to the matching sofa across the large room where Andrew was crashed out on his stomach, feet hooked over the arm rest and arm hanging over the side. His breathing was so heavy and deep, Daniel knew he was so out he wouldn't hear a word Daniel and Nate said. "Fucking bastard and his fucking immaculate bedside manner, and ripped fucking body with ink and piercings..."
Daniel Stewart and Nathan Durham-SmythWhat: Denial is just a river blah fucking blah
Where: Daniel's apartment, Upper East Side
When: Following THIS and THIS
Rating: I vote we get rid of this rating thing, we're all old and have dirty minds anyway ;)
As Andrew had discovered in a haze of nightshift brain shock, Daniel had a lot of money. Considering he was the heir of a multi-millionaire and the owner of a mult-million dollar corporation, he wasn't living from paycheck to paycheck by any means. In fact, he didn't have to work, he just wanted to and needed to, because other than his job, his mom, and his friends, his life felt pretty empty otherwise. But his Upper East Side apartment just a couple of blocks walk from work was... opulent. The apartment block had a lobby with marble floors and extravagant flower arrangments manned by a Conceirge and receptionist. There was a swimming pool on the lower floors with a gym. It was the whole deal. Daniel lived on one of the upper floors with views of the city with lots of floor to ceiling windows, polished floors, glass and modern things. It had four bedrooms and three bathrooms, a theatre room, a huge kitchen, a formal dining room and a balcony. This was how he grew up in this lifestyle, so he was used to it, but he mostly didn't live the life of a millionaire by any means, so no one but those who were aware of it would assume it as his lifestyle.
He knew Andrew had been 100% stunned to discover that Daniel had this lifestyle and still chose to work as a nurse, but it was what it was, and despite his bank balances, Daniel still had the ability to get embarrassingly sick like anyone else. Daniel was lying on one of his huge plush sofas in his living room when he heard his front door unlock, open and close in the apartment distance without a knock. He was lying there in a mound of covers with a manual IV line in his arm feeding him fluids from a bag hanging off the top of the lamp beside the sofa, courtesy of Andrew and there was a strategically placed bucket on the floor beside him.
When Nate came into the room (it was no lie, he had a key to Daniel's apartment), Daniel just looked over at him tiredly. "I can't believe you let me talk you in a twist of delusion for so long. You're off your game with the fucked up hand, aren't you?" he asked and then gestured to the matching sofa across the large room where Andrew was crashed out on his stomach, feet hooked over the arm rest and arm hanging over the side. His breathing was so heavy and deep, Daniel knew he was so out he wouldn't hear a word Daniel and Nate said. "Fucking bastard and his fucking immaculate bedside manner, and ripped fucking body with ink and piercings..."
"All I want is a family, like everyone else I see. I won't understand it If it's not meant to be."
Who: Chris Smyth and Nathan Durham-Smyth
What: Times changing
Where: Strip House, NYC
When: Monday evening
Rating: Child friendly
Chris' day at work was long and hectic, and now that it was dinner time, he was absolutely ravenous. They had placed their order and he relaxed in his chair at the restaurant table, stretching his back which was a little stiff and sore form being bent over evidence files all day on his latest case. It was one of those days he spent mostly at his desk, and whilst they weren't his favourite way to pass the work day, it was still a hell of a case with a lot of twists and turns, and the day was over before he knew it.
He shot Nate a smile over the table and took a drink from his beer. "You okay, babe? How was your day?" he asked. It wasn't foreign for them by any means to have dinner together and have a conversation over a meal. Chris didn't always work evenings, so whenever he didn't, they made a point of eating together. It was the god's honest truth that to keep a marriage functioning and happy, you needed to work at it, and that meant communicating and spending as much time together as you could, despite having busy lives.
Chris Smyth and Nathan Durham-SmythWhat: Times changing
Where: Strip House, NYC
When: Monday evening
Rating: Child friendly
Chris' day at work was long and hectic, and now that it was dinner time, he was absolutely ravenous. They had placed their order and he relaxed in his chair at the restaurant table, stretching his back which was a little stiff and sore form being bent over evidence files all day on his latest case. It was one of those days he spent mostly at his desk, and whilst they weren't his favourite way to pass the work day, it was still a hell of a case with a lot of twists and turns, and the day was over before he knew it.
He shot Nate a smile over the table and took a drink from his beer. "You okay, babe? How was your day?" he asked. It wasn't foreign for them by any means to have dinner together and have a conversation over a meal. Chris didn't always work evenings, so whenever he didn't, they made a point of eating together. It was the god's honest truth that to keep a marriage functioning and happy, you needed to work at it, and that meant communicating and spending as much time together as you could, despite having busy lives.
"You'll let me through, there's nothin' you can do. You need my lovin', don't you know it's true."
Who: Andrew Pearson and Daniel Stewart
What: Doctors and nurses...
Where: Emergency Room, Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Tuesday morning
Rating: Probably mostly innocentish, considering circumstances
Andrew was just at the tail end of a nightshift and the lethargy was setting in heavily. Everything seemed to take so much more effort lately, and whilst he could run on adrenaline (and caffeine) for a shift at work, damn did he feel it when it was over. He was at least relieved he had finally gotten Kurt discharged so he could be home with Blaine and his family for his birthday. They had invited Andrew around, but Andrew had politely declined, with a very doctorly reminder that Kurt was on early discharge and still needed to be on strict bed rest... which could be stretched to the sofa for a little while for his birthday. He had seen both Kurt and Blaine really smile for the first time in months, and that alone was worth it.
But now he had a few days rostered off and he was planning on just sleeping the entire time. He didn't want to face the world, he just wanted to hole up in his apartment, which was painfully quiet an empty without Sam, and sleep the hours away in hopes he might feel better when he woke up. It was probably wishful thinking, but at least he could hope. He was just standing at the Nurses' Station writing some final notes after giving handover to the morning staff when he glanced up and found Daniel heading over to the desk.
Okay, this could be awkward, but Andrew didn't want his workplace to be awkward when it was the only thing keeping him sane and away from the bottom of a bottle right now. He wet his lips, pen paused on the progress note he was working on. "Morning, dude," he greeted him and then signed his name with a flourish at the bottom of the page. He signed his name so damn much these days, he had a cheesy flourish to it. But he was just putting his pen back into the pocket of his labcoat when he did a slight double-take at Daniel, who was standing there looking a bit like a zombie. "Hey, are you okay? You don't look so hot."
Andrew Pearson and Daniel StewartWhat: Doctors and nurses...
Where: Emergency Room, Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Tuesday morning
Rating: Probably mostly innocentish, considering circumstances
Andrew was just at the tail end of a nightshift and the lethargy was setting in heavily. Everything seemed to take so much more effort lately, and whilst he could run on adrenaline (and caffeine) for a shift at work, damn did he feel it when it was over. He was at least relieved he had finally gotten Kurt discharged so he could be home with Blaine and his family for his birthday. They had invited Andrew around, but Andrew had politely declined, with a very doctorly reminder that Kurt was on early discharge and still needed to be on strict bed rest... which could be stretched to the sofa for a little while for his birthday. He had seen both Kurt and Blaine really smile for the first time in months, and that alone was worth it.
But now he had a few days rostered off and he was planning on just sleeping the entire time. He didn't want to face the world, he just wanted to hole up in his apartment, which was painfully quiet an empty without Sam, and sleep the hours away in hopes he might feel better when he woke up. It was probably wishful thinking, but at least he could hope. He was just standing at the Nurses' Station writing some final notes after giving handover to the morning staff when he glanced up and found Daniel heading over to the desk.
Okay, this could be awkward, but Andrew didn't want his workplace to be awkward when it was the only thing keeping him sane and away from the bottom of a bottle right now. He wet his lips, pen paused on the progress note he was working on. "Morning, dude," he greeted him and then signed his name with a flourish at the bottom of the page. He signed his name so damn much these days, he had a cheesy flourish to it. But he was just putting his pen back into the pocket of his labcoat when he did a slight double-take at Daniel, who was standing there looking a bit like a zombie. "Hey, are you okay? You don't look so hot."
"I'm traumatized and I feel confined. I seem so unsettled, I don't feel alive."
Who: Abigail Pearson, Kurt Hummel-Anderson and Pete Smyth
What: Promised introductions
Where: Oncology Ward, Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Simultaneous to THIS
Rating: Could be swearing
They had just started dating, but Abigail couldn't deny the fact that recent events had made it difficult for her and Pete to really get much of a momentum on things. At the closure of their first date, they had at least agreed there should be a second, so that was something. But then Andrew went and sent the shit hitting the fan in his life, and because he was her twin, Abigail dropped all her own priorities to make sure he was taken care of. Between the time she discovered him trashed in the wake of breaking up with Sam and when she drove him to New Jersey to stay a couple of days with their parents to dry out a little, Abigail had spent every moment not at work trying to peel Andrew up from his ball of misery he had sunk into so dating had to well and truly take a backseat.
But Andrew was back from Jersey now after three days sick leave and he was heading onto a nightshift after swapping the evening so Abi could go to an AA meeting with him. He was more subdued coming back from Jersey, and not saying a whole lot, but he did swear to her he was going to do with it took to fight this again. She knew he was still miserable, missing Sam and lonely, but work was the best distraction for him. He didn't speak at the AA meeting, so it was probably going to even take some time there for him to pick himself up. As soon as she knew he was heading back to work, though, Abi called Pete and arranged for him to meet her at the Oncology ward so she could - as promised - introduce him to Kurt so he could try to wrap his head around what Sebastian was struggling with seeing.
She smiled as she saw Pete coming up the corridor of the ward where she was leaning against the wall across from Kurt's room waiting for him to arrive. She touched his arm gently when he came looking understandably worried about this. "It will be okay. Just remember, under the exterior, it's still Kurt and he's a lovely guy. You'll see. I promise." With a nod for emphasis, she led him over to Kurt's room and softly knocked on the door. Blaine was asleep in the recliner chair beside Kurt's bed, his hand wrapped around Kurt's as he slept, while Kurt was just lying there watching his husband sleep. He looked so weak, pale and fragile wrapped up in a chenille blanket Blaine had brought for him from home and ski hat covering his bare head. "Kurt, honey? There's someone I just wanted you to meet, if that's okay. This is Pete... he's Sebastian's oldest brother."
Abigail Pearson, Kurt Hummel-Anderson and Pete SmythWhat: Promised introductions
Where: Oncology Ward, Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Simultaneous to THIS
Rating: Could be swearing
They had just started dating, but Abigail couldn't deny the fact that recent events had made it difficult for her and Pete to really get much of a momentum on things. At the closure of their first date, they had at least agreed there should be a second, so that was something. But then Andrew went and sent the shit hitting the fan in his life, and because he was her twin, Abigail dropped all her own priorities to make sure he was taken care of. Between the time she discovered him trashed in the wake of breaking up with Sam and when she drove him to New Jersey to stay a couple of days with their parents to dry out a little, Abigail had spent every moment not at work trying to peel Andrew up from his ball of misery he had sunk into so dating had to well and truly take a backseat.
But Andrew was back from Jersey now after three days sick leave and he was heading onto a nightshift after swapping the evening so Abi could go to an AA meeting with him. He was more subdued coming back from Jersey, and not saying a whole lot, but he did swear to her he was going to do with it took to fight this again. She knew he was still miserable, missing Sam and lonely, but work was the best distraction for him. He didn't speak at the AA meeting, so it was probably going to even take some time there for him to pick himself up. As soon as she knew he was heading back to work, though, Abi called Pete and arranged for him to meet her at the Oncology ward so she could - as promised - introduce him to Kurt so he could try to wrap his head around what Sebastian was struggling with seeing.
She smiled as she saw Pete coming up the corridor of the ward where she was leaning against the wall across from Kurt's room waiting for him to arrive. She touched his arm gently when he came looking understandably worried about this. "It will be okay. Just remember, under the exterior, it's still Kurt and he's a lovely guy. You'll see. I promise." With a nod for emphasis, she led him over to Kurt's room and softly knocked on the door. Blaine was asleep in the recliner chair beside Kurt's bed, his hand wrapped around Kurt's as he slept, while Kurt was just lying there watching his husband sleep. He looked so weak, pale and fragile wrapped up in a chenille blanket Blaine had brought for him from home and ski hat covering his bare head. "Kurt, honey? There's someone I just wanted you to meet, if that's okay. This is Pete... he's Sebastian's oldest brother."