nick.

Nick grinned. “Yes, I did. It will make my life crazier but I can handle it.” He said. Sometimes he was even ahead on all his Dalton assignments. He had a perfect grade point average, got high scores on the Ohio graduation tests. He had always been a smart guy but now is when it really mattered. “Well I think I have officially decided. I want to help people, always have. I am 

seriously considering med school to become a doctor.” Nick  gave him a smile. “I will do it for fun, but I have no interest in starting a career in music.”

“You’d be a great doctor, Nick.  Especially a pediatrician,” Blaine hummed lowly as he stuck one arm out from his blankets and wiggled his fingers around until he was able to latch onto the bend of Nick’s armrest.  A mind-numbed tug gestured for him to scoot closer and Blaine wouldn’t be satisfied until he did.  Just close enough to snag Nick’s hand palm to palm for something to hang onto.  “Singing for fun is fine. I just want to make sure the world doesn’t lose your voice. I’m going to New York City.  One more year and then–.  I never wanna stop singing. Or being around music.  As long as I have that?  Things like this just don’t seem impossible to overcome,” he smiled but his eye closed sometime during his rant.  His thumb traced the soft skin covering Nick’s wrist.  “I’ll fix Sebastian,” a yawn pinched his eyelid tight, “As long as no one does anything rash. Okay?”  Excuse the rambling.  AKA: Blaine’s way of warding off sleep that wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Least it is a valiant try?