Klaine PT

Kurt held his lower back as he walked into the small gray building, where he would be going to Physical Therapy for the ten weeks. Kurt didn't want to go to therapy, even the thought of it made him hang is head in embarrassment. Althought the thing that terrifide the small boy the most was the fact that he was going to have to tell his PT why he was there in the first place. Kurt took a deep breath to calm his growing nerves and steped into the small waiting room.

A petite woman with strawberry blond hair down to her chin greeted him with an almost to cheerful smile.

"Hi, my name is Emma! You must be Kurt Hummel, I just got off the phone with your doctor, we've been expecting you!" Emma said with a high girly voice dispite being in her mid 30's.

"That's me" Kurt said so softly it was almost a whisper.

"Well we are so glad to have you with us Kurt! Here are a few papers we are going to need you to fill out and then we will get one of our PT's to look at you, and come up with the best way to get you pain free as soon as possible!" Emma finished, while handing kurt a piece of paper with questions on both sides and a clipboard.

Kurt took the clipboard and went to sit in the seat all by its self on the far end the room. He finished answering the questons rather fast, and handed it back to Emma, after just five minutes. Most of the questions were just asking about his diffrent pain leaves and what actives made it worse, and after suffering through the pain for almost half a year the questions were like second nature!

Kurt sat in the chair twiddling his thumes for what felt forever without any trace of someone coming to get him, so he closed his eyes and tried to pretend he was anywhere other then the place he really was! After another ten minutes of staring at his eyelides he was brought back to reality by a very attractive boy who looked to be his age calling his name from the doorway. He was a few inches shorter then kurt, with wonderfully tan skin and dark brown hair that was styled perfectly with the help of some hair jell, but the reason kurt couldn't take his eye's off the boy were his eyes! They were the most beautiful shade of hazel kurt had ever seen.

The blue eyed countertenor stumbled to feet and over to the boy.

"Hi! I'm Blaine Anderson and I will be Physical Tharapist for the next ten weeks" the hazel eyed beauty told kurt in a deep breath taking voice.