Blaine : Kurt’s friends look down on me. Santana talks about me right in front of my face in Spanish because she thinks I’m not smart enough to learn another language. But I’ve been taking classes and now I can understand all the hurtful things she’s saying.
Kitty : And how did that help?
Blaine : Well, now I know they all think I’m short and I was able to do some research and find that 1940s census that proves I’m above average in height.
Kitty : For 1940.
Blaine : Yeah, I’m taller than the greatest generation! It doesn’t matter-
It’s 2018, a time when discrimination is frowned upon, and segregation is meant to be a thing of the past, yet Lima, Ohio stands out among the masses and remains divided. Not a single Lima native can remember a time before this; a time before the Greasers – the poor, lower class families – of the South were pitted against the Socials – the wealthier, high-class families – of the North. An unfortunate “tradition” passed down throughout generations, with no amount of change ever proving capable of ridding the town of its divide. Bouts of violence and bigotry have become part of the norm when both sides cross paths.
However, Mayor Smythe – whose loyalty lies with the Socials – intends to try to make the city a “safer, more respectable place.” But at what cost? His views and propositions are against all that is the Greasers. If the Greasers don’t stand their ground and stick up for what they believe, their numbers are sure to begin dwindling, the tight-knit family that they had created with one another bound to be torn apart.
But, now, the tension between the Greasers and Socials is higher than ever, especially among their youth. Interacting with one another on a daily basis has proved to only heighten the animosity. Both sides are only attempting to survive and fight for their own beliefs, no matter how violent the outcome may be.
Who: Blaine Anderson and Co-Workers
When: July 5th, 2015
Where: UCLA Medical Center
Warnings: Surgical stuff so mention of blood and organs
A 10 blade scalpel to a surgeon was the pencil to a writer. The scalpel was what gave surgeons rush, was what made them feel as if they had the whole world in their hands and quite honestly, they did. Obviously, they weren’t holding the whole world, but they were holding their patients world. One wrong move, one wrong mistake, an inch off, an inch away could take their patient’s world away in a whole second. Some would be utterly terrified by this, some would never be able to even think about holding someone’s life in their hands, but surgeons...surgeons lived for this. This was surgeons heroin. It was Blaine Anderson’s heroin. Yes, he did have a love for songwriting and it would always be in his heart, but nothing really could ever beat his love for surgery. It scared the living life out of him, but that just added to the rush.
Many people didn’t take the young man seriously, one being that he held a smile the whole day when people believed that surgeons were supposed to be “hard, strong, serious” people. Which Blaine also believed, but he also believed that his patients needed to trust him and they would never trust a person who was cold. Which is why despite the snickers and eyes rolls that people gave him, he didn’t care. Well, he did, but at the end of the day it was him who was scrubbing into more OR’s than any other surgical intern in the whole hospital. What made Blaine the best was that he never gave up, he didn’t care if someone’s heart beat was falling, he didn’t care if someone’s heart rate was rising, he didn’t even care if a patient was coding, Blaine Anderson never gave up. He never got discouraged, he always believed that every patient had a chance. Even if the patient was literally on their last breath, to Blaine that last breath meant he had one more second to help save their lives. Which is exactly what he did at this moment.
“Damn it, the egg shattered. We’re losing him,” Dr.Reed, Blaine’s attending, stated as their patient began to start coding. Their patient was a young man who had eight parasite eggs within his brain. Now what Dr. Reed was doing was trying to take every parasite egg out individually, the problem was that if one broke that was it for the patient. Or so they thought. “Someone get me a crash cart! Stat!” she yelled as she began to try to take the suction wands out slowly, but as Blaine reached for the crash cart he stopped and looked over at Dr. Reed.
“Stop! Dr. Reed, don’t move that suction,” Blaine yelled instantly and mentally cursed himself knowing that it was horrible to even look at an attending the wrong way let alone speak to them, but this was for the patient.
“Dr. Anderson, you get me that crash cart right now before our patient dies!” Dr. Reed yelled at the intern.
“You have two, maybe three minutes before the scolex reaches the frontal lobe, please Dr. Reed I know that you can get it!” Blaine said back as he walked back to where the patient laid. “I know he’s getting bradycardic, but you have time to find the scolex and take it out,” he kept insisting knowing that in less that three minutes the parasite would find the frontal lobe and this patient would be considered brain dead, but Blaine had hope knowing that they could do this.
Dr. Reed stood their for a few short seconds, staring into Blaine, looking to see if there was some doubt within in, but all she could see was determination. “Start the code clock,” she stated before reaching back for her suction wand and moving her suction wand farther into the patient’s brain trying to find and look for the parasite. Blaine stood there, biting down his bottom lip knowing that if this went wrong it would be his fault that their patient died. “There it is,” Dr. Reed stated as she moved the suction wand towards the worm “Shit. It’s tearing apart,” she stated as the suction wand took a grab of the parasite.
“Maybe if you reverse it and pull it back,” Blaine interfered as he moved closer to the patient trying to make a closer look. Dr. Reed raised an eyebrow before doing exactly what her intern suggested and at the moment she was able to get a hold of the parasite and pull it out of her patient slowly. Blaine held the cup out to her and inside went the parasite. He grinned widely and Dr. Reed couldn’t help but chuckle. “You just saved a man’s life, Dr. Anderson.”
Blaine smile grew bigger and he couldn’t help but bounce softly on his feet. “It’s my job, Dr. Reed.” That was Blaine Anderson for you, always trying to find a reason, a purpose, to save a person’s life.
“You tell anyone this and I’ll kill you, but...you are going to make an amazing surgeon, Dr. Anderson,” Dr. Reed chuckled as she began to stitch her patient close. She looked down at her hands before looking at Blaine “Why don’t you take it from here.”
Blaine’s eyes went wide and he couldn’t help but ask “You-...You want me to close the patient?”
“You were the one who saved his life,” Dr. Reed handed the stitches and scalpel to Blaine, who couldn’t be in more disbelief than were he was right now. This is what Blaine lived for, to make sure people kept living despite if even if himself wasn’t truly living.
Blaine should have probably been freaking out. Actually, he definitely should have been freaking out. It wasn’t normal to simply agree on being in a fake marriage, to simply agreeing on being someones fake “husband”. No, people don’t normally do that with others. Blaine shouldn’t be doing this, he shouldn’t be getting into his car and helping his “fake” wife pack for their vacation. He should be calling his boss and telling him that the vacation is off and he’ll be back in work in no time, but of course he would never do such thing. Especially to a girl like Gabby, there was something about Gabby that made Blaine so willingly to do something for the girl. Which is why he was already so parking in front of the girl’s apartment with no second thought. It was just for one week. What could go wrong in one week?
Blaine closed the door as he made his way up the steps and knocked a few times before saying with a small smile “Honey, I’m home!”
While writing this Kitty\Elliot thing, I had the vividest image of Blaine telling Kitty about their friend Elliot who also goes to NYU and who is in Kurt’s band and who has such perfect hair, Kitty, high and shiny and all swoop-y. That one comes after one too many beers and Kitty swears that she has the weirdest friends in existence, it’s like Blaine has a freaking crush on the guy’s hair. Then Blaine, giggling and draped over Kurt, launches into a rendition of some weird song about a glitter rock vampire. He looks way too serious for the ridiculous song he is singing that he sends Kitty into a fit of laughter while Kurt hides his smile in Blaine’s hair and tries to keep him from falling off the couch and ending up on the floor with all the bouncing and squirming he is doing. Kitty prides herself on having the presence of mind to get her phone and record the whole thing. This is so going to be shown to any future children Blaine ends up having.
