Ghost

Coffee with Blaine

bspglee:

“Yeah, Sans awake.” She said standing up slipping her phone back into her pocket. Heading back to the counter she tossed her apple and grabbed a grilled cheese and fries. “Does it look like I’ve been crying?” She asked in a small voice touching her fingers to her cheek as they exited the caff. 

Blaine smiled as he paid for a few ham and cheese sandwiches and dropped them down in his messenger bag, “a little we can stop at the bathrooms though so you can wash your face.  I also need to go back and see if Kurt is awake, but I can come upstairs for a few more minutes.”  He then grabbed Britt’s hand before continuing, “let’s get out of here.”

Coffee with Blaine

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She held his eyes for a few moments then nodded, feeling silly for crying. “I’m sorry Blaine, I don’t even know where that came from. Me and San have been doing so well, she seems” She paused tapping her finger on the table. “Different. I hope that means she’s doing well with her therapy. I wish she wasn’t missing her sessions, I wonder if the doctor would do something over the phone…” She rambled on and trailed off into her own thoughts.  

"Maybe they are already," Blaine said standing up, "I’ve kept my therapist’s number on speed dial lately.  I don’t have regular sessions and haven’t have in awhile, but sometimes you just need to scream, and the last week or so I’ve come close to calling.  Did you want to go ahead and grab a few sandwiches and head back upstairs?"

Coffee with Blaine

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“You and Kurt ran off, and she looked at me and I… hit her.” The words coming out slowly fighting against her lips. “I don’t know what came over me, that is NOT me. And of all people Santana.” She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand “I hit Santana, after what she’s been through, I’m terrible.” 

Blaine stood up and walked around the table and knelt down by Britt.  To anyone sitting in the cafeteria it would have looked like an interaction between a couple dealing with a sick relative, “Hey, you were angry things happened.  It was an awful evening.  You just need to ask her forgiveness, but forgive yourself at the same time.  It’s hard to forgive yourself believe me I know because I had to in order to be able to accept Kurt’s forgiveness.  I am sorry that one error in judgement messed everything up,” he sighed taking her hands and clutching them like a lifeline, “we are all going to get through this though okay.”

Coffee with Blaine

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“I just…” She set the half eaten apple back down. “She just cant go back to that house.” She shook the thought out of her head. “She’s been through so much, some days I’m surprised she’s still standing.” Her eyes glassed over thinking about the other night, making a connection between her and her Santana’s father. “That night, I..Oh god, why is she even still talking to me?” her hands coming up to cover her face. 

Blaine reached over and took one of her hands from her face. “You can talk to me what happened,” Blaine knew that when she said that night it was about the kiss, “that night everything was really emotionally charged.  I took of my wedding ring and gave it back to Kurt.  If anyone should be ashamed of anything it’s me.”

Coffee with Blaine

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She shrugged “I dunno, just pictured it black.” She shook her head smiling at herself. Picking the apple up off the table she took a small bite and chewing it for as long as possible before swallowing, listening to Blaine talk about Paul. She frowned “another month? I just can’t wait to get him home, although… with Carol and Burt back is Santana still going to be staying with you guys?” she asked with another bite. 

"I told her she can stay with us as long as possible, I know Burt and Carole want to move back into the main house since they have been living in the garage apartment, so we need to sit down and talk about it.  I think it would be nice if Santana could stay in the garage apartment, then Finn and Puck can move upstairs and Burt and Carole can take the downstairs master bedroom back.  I don’t know how its going to work out yet though we still need to sit down and talk.  We also need to decide what holiday plans we have because Christmas and New Years are the next few weeks, and we are still going to be here we might just wait until he’s home to celebrate," Blaine smiled at her, "I know you worry."

Coffee with Blaine

bspglee:

Narrowing her eyes at him feigning a gag, “yeah, yeah.” She considered his offer for a moment that shook her head. “Kind of weird and creepy to go into your black bag and use your message oils…But a bit of privacy would be nice.” 

They sat down at a table farthest to the left, groups of nurses and interns taking up most of the others. She placed the apple on a napkin in front of her and stared at it for a moment. She hadn’t really eaten in the last few days, crackers here and there, and as bad as she knew it sounded she was enjoying the empty feeling. She looked up at Blaine who was already halfway through his muffin and glaring at her. “So how long till we can take him home?” She asked slipping her hands under her thighs. 

"You don’t have to got through the bag we can pass them on to you, and besides who said it was black.  Also, we still have that extra room from the night of the fight if you want to use it.  I planned on turning in the key later this evening, but I don’t mind keeping it an extra day," Blaine smiled as he eyed the apple, but brushed it off he had promised he wouldn’t push her and he intended to keep that promise, “Well the doctor seems to think at least another month.  Because he has the issues with the apnea even though he’s still on CPAP, and then they gradually have to take him off that and put him on regular oxygen.  The lung immaturity is the biggest issue, and he needs to learn how to nurse which will take awhile also.  He tried yesterday but he’s still tiny so it didn’t work out all to well he just got all stressed and then passed out.”

Coffee with Blaine

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She giggled and nudged him with her shoulder “You and Kurt gross us out way more often!” The halls of the hospital seemed endless, she was glad Blaine was leading or else she would have gotten lost. 

“I haven’t really been going…” She said answering his question eyeing the muffins and reaching for an apple. 

"I didn’t expect you would be with everything else going on," Blaine sighed and watched her reach for the apple before teasing her, "yah totally sorry we gross you out.  Our love is just to much for you to handle, and by the way if you want to romance it up tonight we have some extra candles and some massage oil in a bag in our room."

Coffee with Blaine

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Brittany nodded guiltily “Just give me a sec.” She sat on the edge of the couch next to Santana and brushed her hair back leaning down to whisper to her. “San?…Babe?” she waited for a grumble of acknowledgment before continuing. “Going to go to the Caff with Blaine,” Santana leaned into her, her hand rubbing against her back. “Just sleep for a bit, you did a great job last night.” She leaned in closer her lips near her ear. “You might need your energy later.” She smiled coyly hoping she got the hint and stood up heading toward the door. “Ready.” She proclaimed with a satisfied grin.  

"I heard that and Ewww," Blaine joked as he took her hand and headed towards the elevators.  Once in the cafeteria Blaine grabbed himself a muffin and motioned to her, "did you want anything to eat also how have you been doing without GT the last week?"

Coffee with Blaine

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Brittany nodded letting her mind wander to a pregnant Santana, her stomach fluttered and she shook her head at herself. Didn’t matter what the subject matter this morning, if she was thinking of Santana, she felt that familiar pull in her lower stomach. Pretty soon she was going to need a cold shower. “I can’t wait.” She said wistfully, turning her eyes back to San as she sipped her tea. Placing her hands and her cup in her lap her stomach suddenly growled loudly making her jump and shift uncomfortably hoping Blaine wouldn’t hear. She just didn’t want him to jump to conclusions, no she hadn’t eat but she didn’t exactly not want to. She didn’t want to explain. 

"Looks like you guys could use a little alone time," Blaine joked as he watched Britt’s eyes wander to Santana, "five more weeks of celibacy might kill my husband."  His thoughts shifted to their intimacy the previous evening and then felt his stomach twist slightly with hunger.  "I haven’t eaten yet this morning did you want to go get a muffin or something.  Greta will take great care of the nugget while we run for a few minutes," Blaine asked as he brushed a finger gently over Paul’s sleeping form.

Coffee with Blaine

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Brittany shrugged “Never seen it before, its a curious thing.” She leaned back into the chair “No problem. She is amazing with him.” Eyeing a peaceful looking Santana, watching her sides lift and fall with her breathing. “He got a little fussy around three, but she always knows what to do.” She looked back at Blaine. “Its kind of a turn on, that probably weird.” she added shrugging one shoulder and looking back at Paul. “He totally loves her.” 

"I know what you mean about the turn on part.  Watching Kurt with Paul just amazes me.  He knows exactly what he wants or needs based on the way he moves.  Like yesterday when we got here he was fussy, and they helped us pick him up, and he immediately calmed down once he was in Kurt’s arms.  He was hungry so I’m sure that was a lot of it, but it is still amazing what a simple touch can do.  You guys will totally have this one day," Blaine said as he took another sip of coffee and popped the final label on the last bottle of milk before sticking them in the mini fridge.  

Coffee with Blaine

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“Oh, right.” she said palming her forehead. “Just didn’t think of it.” She sat down next to him and picked up a bottle examining the liquid. She was tempted to open it up and smell it but wrinkled her nose and decided against it, placing it back with the rest of them. “How is Kurt feeling?”

Blaine watched her look at the bottle of breast milk curiously then put it back down.  He picked it back up and stuck a label on it before putting it back down, “he’s on some pretty strong antibiotic for an infection, but he is feeling much better.  Thanks for sleeping here the last few nights.  It’s been good for us to have some quiet time.  Also, you looked curiously at the milk what was that about?”

Coffee with Blaine

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Brittany smiled wrapping her fingers around the cup. “Thank you Blaine, chai is my favorite.” She took a cautious sip, closing her eyes as the warm liquid hit her throat. “He’s doing really well, a whole extra ounce this morning.” She bragged tapping the chart with her finger. She narrowed her eyes at the clipboard. “It says 3 and a half BM.” tipping her head she repeated “BM? The top few say that…”

"Breastmilk," Blaine replied as he took a sip of his coffee then sat down to label the bottles that were in the messenger bag he carried, "Kurt is determined to do this all as naturally as possible, and it also gives him a great boost to his immune system.  I thought you knew he planned to nurse?"

Coffee with Blaine

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Brittany snapped her phone shut and leaned forward against her knees stretching out her back in a arch with a grunt. Tonight she was defiantly spending the night in a bed, two nights on the hard little two seated was enough. Although the time spent with Santana was great, there where way more activities that could be done in a bed, with privacy. She smiled to herself casting a glace down at the sleeping girl as she stood. Paul seemed to be getting the hang of things, Brittany was still convinced he was bigger than he was last night. He was sleeping peacefully, seemingly less tubes and wires crowding his space. She stood by him just watching him for a few moments when she noticed the familiar ache in her stomach. Empty. She crossed her arms around her middle and distracted herself pouring over Paul’s hanging chart. 

Blaine sighed as he walked into the NICU.  He had made a starbuck’s run and picked up a coffee for himself, and a Chai Tea for Britt.  He took the car carrier and juggled it with one hand while opening the main NICU doors.  He noticed Britt reading Paul’s chart, and smiled at how attentive she was at wanting to know what was going on with Paul.  He walked up behind her and passed her her cup, “Hey I got you a chai how is he this morning?”

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