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Fandom Clinic; Thursday [11/17].

Instead of a module on the computer to help her out with her next step in her haphazard nursing education here at the clinic, Libby had a book to read through, which she honestly much preferred, even if the interactive elements of some of the modules made it a little more fun than just studying.

She couldn't help but feel, however, that the nurses might have been trying to tell her something with this one.

But noticing the look of hurt and betrayal that she did a poor job of hiding on her face, they were also quick to assure her that it was just a tongue-in-cheek title for a series of introductory books, and that it wasn't anything against her intelligence, she was clearly a very smart young woman, and, besides, look, even Stabby had one, too.

Which is when Libby looked over to notice that Stabby did, indeed, have a tiny little book with a similar title, and that was just so adorable that she plum near forgot to be insulted.

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Because the first thing you want to see when you walk in for medical care is a teenager reading a 'For Dummies' book, right? Very encouraging!

Well thankfully for Libby, Kurt had a reason for popping in today... But no medical emergency here, no worries!

"Gey Libby, hows it going?"

Libby wasn't sure if she'd actually be seeing Kurt stopping by today, especially with the way things had gone at the homecoming dance and then having spent the rest of the weekend as a six year old left her unable to really process it very much. But she was glad to see him, almost relieved, really, as if she'd been worried he might want to keep some distance.

"Hey, Kurt," she greeted back, smiling gratefully. "Pretty quiet so far today, but that's a usually a good thing. Mostly doing some reading and helping to restock all the sparkly band-aids we ran through over the weekend. How are you?"

Kurt was also somewhat unsure about stopping by in light of the last time they had spoken. But he decided to swing by. Just to make sure Libby was ok after the weekend adventures. And if it seemed like she wasn't in the mood for much talk then he could make the visit short and just leave lunch for her to enjoy whenever.

"Quiet is good usually, at least it means that no one is bleeding or anything," Kurt said with a nod then gave a slightly sly grin to Libby. "But if you ever need to practice or anything, or get too bored, I can always pretend to need some medical attention."

Libby's eyes went wide of a brief moment, before her hand went to her chest and she breathed out a sigh of relief and then laughed at herself a little for that reaction. "I almost thought," she explained, in case Kurt was wondering what that was all about, "you were about to suggest getting actually injured just to give me something to do for a second there, and I was about to say, don't you even dare! But pretending would be much better. Although I'm sure you've got much better things to do today than sit around while I practice taking your blood pressure and applying bandages..."

"I've only got the one class today and I just finished that up so...." he chanced a look over at Libby and gave a small smile. "I'm actually free pretty much the rest of the day."

Though he wouldn't blame her if Libby didn't feel like spending more than their normal lunch break together. It was a big jump and Kurt was already second guessing asking about it now.

It was amazing, really, how even just a small smile could make it suddenly feel like Libby's whole ribcage was just filled with butterflies. She'd never really understood the passages in all of her sister's silly romance books that described feelings like that...it always sounded silly to her, like those kind of heart palpitations and dizzy spells should be cause for concern over anything else, but now she was maybe starting to get it a little better.

Libby smiled back through the new rush of heat to her cheeks. "Well, then," she said, "in that case..." She rolled her chair back to grab the other chair and pushed it up to the desk for Kurt, as always. "Have a seat. Did you bring lunch today? Usually, it's recommended to abstain from eating at least twelve hours before any major surgery, but I think we can make an exception in this case."

"Aye got some food" he said with a nod to the bag he had placed on the desk. "Nothing too fancy this time, just some chicken noodles. And I hopefully won't be needing any surgery today but, I will leave the decision on food first or later to your expert advice" he said with a playful wink.

And yes, typical Kurt move. Using humor to downplay the absolute summersaults his insides were doing. He still got a bit of a rush and couldn't keep a smile off his face any time he came in to see Libby. But right now, it was like every butterfly in his stomach was buzzing on caffeine or something.

"Chicken noodle can be very good if you're not feeling well, too," Libby noted, with the sage-like nod of a person who was clearly learning plenty here at the clinic, although it was spoiled a little by the grin that didn't seem to want to leave her face. "Maybe after lunch, you won't even need an examination, the food will make you right as rain before you know it."

"Oh I don't know..." Kurt said feigning a small moan. "I'm not feeling that good so there might actually be something wrong." He looked at Libby as the grin he was trying to fight back broke through and he gave a small laugh. "Guess we will see how I feel after food?"

"I guess so," said Libby, chuckling a little bit at the theatrics before remembering that that it wasn't very good bedside manners for a nurse to laugh at her patients, so she reined it in with a very serious face (really!) and a nod. "Must have been all those kids running around this weekend, maybe you picked something up from one of them!"

It could be that. Or all the sugar! Even his hyped-up metabolism was likely no match for that sugar dump over the weekend.

"Could be. Hopefully, it's nothing too serious. I might have to stay here at the clinic till I feel better!" Not that that was such a bad thing... really... there could be a lot worse things to be stuck doing....

"Mmmm," Libby gave a thoughtful hum as she nodded, with consideration to all the dire things that could have befallen Kurt that would lead to such a fate. "Maybe. It's probably a good thing you don't have other demanding plans, just in case..."

But her mentioning all those kids running around this weekend made her pause with a moment's hesitation before looking over at Kurt. "Pretty sure I saw you running around at that carnival on Saturday," she noted.

Sure, it could have been TJ, but, either way, it seemed like a pretty good chance. And, of course, the realization had only hit her in retrospect. At the time, little Libby was just generally overwhelmed with everything.

Ah and now Kurt was going to feel a little bad thinking back over the weekend. He had been so hyper and excited to be someplace new... He hadn't even thought about much else.

"Aye I was there. It was a lot to take in.... everything seemed so new and different" he said with a sad smile as he looked at Libby somewhat apologetically. "I'm sorry if you were bored or lonely over the weekend."

"Oh, believe me," Libby said with a little bit of a laugh. "There was no way I could have been bored that weekend! Like you said, everything was so new and different! Honestly, I was just glad to finally have someone tell me it was okay to play in the ballpit, I'd never seen anything like it before! I'd never seen anything like a lot of it, truth be told."

The whole weekend had blown poor little Libby's absolute sheltered mind.

"It was a lot! But also a lot of fun. It was a lot different not having Muti and Vatti there, and also not having people being too afraid of me." Jon had been a little shy but at least he hadn't run away or thrown anything at Kurt so that was a positive in his mind!

"I think I might have been," Libby admitted, a little softly, with an apologetic smile before she ducked her head toward her food. "A little bit, at first, but there were a lot of frightening things as well as exciting things for me. I think I've been a little spoiled, with all the things I've gotten to experience in this last year that I forgot a little bit, what it's like, when so much is so new and different."

Kurt looked at Libby and without even really thinking about it, reached a hand out to put on hers. He froze a bit as he did, suddenly realizing just what his body was doing subconsciously.

He had wanted to make Libby feel better, to comfort her, and maybe even subconsciously let her know she didn't have to go back to that way of living, because that discussion about her father's plans for her was always there in the back of his mind, even if it rarely was spoken of out loud. He just wanted Libby to be happy.

But now... he worried he had overstepped and he shifted his gaze away from Libby as he went to pull his hand away, a whispered 'sorry' falling softly as he did.

To say that Kurt reaching for her hand surprised Libby was an understatement, and any stiffness that resulted from the movement was almost entirely out of that shock. Not necessarily a bad one, but just a suddenly frantic, almost helpless one of not knowing how to respond.

Followed very swiftly by a wave of disappointment just flooding right out of her when it turned out that she wouldn't have to worry about responding at all, as Kurt's hand pulled away, and she was left reeling a little over what had just happened.

And contending with the fact that she really wished he had, but also the logical reasoning that maybe it was better that he hadn't. Feeling like her entire face was just filling with red in that moment, she kept her attention very firmly on the food in front of her.

"It...it's okay," she said, not even entirely sure what she was reassuring him over, or what he was even apologizing for, but she quickly scrambled around for something else to add onto it. "T-thank you," she then said, trying to look over at Kurt, but while she could move her head and her shoulders, her eyes didn't seem to be able to follow. "For bringing lunch. It...it really is one of the best parts of my day, you know."

Awkward teenagers were still awkward, that much was abundantly clear. Probably a safe bet to assume that was going to remain for some time... but they were making progress at least!

"I'm glad," Kurt said shyly, trying to lift his gaze to Libby and almost making it before it fell back to his plate. "Lunches here, with you, are the best part of my Thursdays as well." And when he was finally able to lift his gaze to meet Libby's the smile on his face hopefully conveyed just how honest a statement that was.

"I might even go so far," said Libby, sort of wrestling with that complicated ball of emotions inside of her and somehow managing to extract from it something akin to confidence, maybe because she reasoned that it wasn't like it could get any more awkward after that, "as to say it's my favorite part of the week."

And, with that hopefully not misguided confidence, Libby chanced a glance over toward Kurt, too, and, seeing that he was looking at her, too, tentatively smiled back, and, just like when they'd been dancing together on Friday, didn't let herself look away. No matter how much it made her feel like some unseen bolt of lightning had just come and struck her right in the chest.

(Honestly, she kind of liked it).

Kurt had to wonder in that moment, food forgotten as they locked eyes, if Libby's heart was jumping as fast as his was. For much of life, until the past few weeks really, Kurt had considered the rush he got during those long teleporting jumps to be the strongest and most thrilling feeling he knew. But now... the feeling washing over him in an endless wave, made that jolt seem like little more than a static shock.

It had taken him far too long to convince himself that all of this was possible, that he could find someone he could know enough to call them a friend. And then to believe there could be someone who could see past all the obvious distractions and actually see, know, and even care about the real Kurt Wagner.... Now he was still trying to believe that those feelings were returned and that it actually was happening. And it was Libby, of all people... that was the most unbelievable part of it all.

"Aye," Kurt said softly. "Definitely the highlight of the week for sure" he ventured with a grin, eyes still locked with Libby, his one hand still on the table where he had let it fall earlier.

Libby managed to hold that gaze for a little while longer, not exactly wanting to look away from Kurt, but, eventually, rogue feelings of immodesty and impropriety started to rise up and shoulder that earlier spurt of confidence out of the way. She seemed to shrink away, just a little, shoulders lifted as she turned her head back toward the food, took a moment to tuck her long hair behind her ear a little.

"Well," she said, not intending for it to be as quiet as it was, but the words seemed to have gotten a little stuck in her throat, and she cleared it a little, as subtly as she could, to help them out a little more, "that's good to hear. It would be a little awkward, wouldn't it, if one of us wasn't enjoying it?"

Because, clearly, there was no awkwardness currently. At all. None in the slightest...

No awkwardness here, not at all, don't be ridiculous! They were just two friends, having lunch together, totally normal, and admittedly very very nice.

"It would, but it seems to be something we both enjoy, which is good. Though that definitely means if you ever do change your schedule for work you will have to let me know." Here Kurt gave a small grin as he glances up at Libby shyly. "Unless you want me to play the guessing game and show up here with food every day until I happen to get it right?"

Kurt tilted his head a bit and gave a quick glance around to see if any of the nurses had heard cuz, that would probably work very much in their favor come to think of it.

Which was exactly what Libby was thinking, too, and she laughed a little.

"You know what?" she said. "Maybe I will. There's only seven days in a week, right? So eventually you'll get it, and, until then, you can share with whoever is working that day instead. I'm sure they'll appreciate it as much as I do."

Well, probably not as much, but...

"Well, I will have to make sure I save the best dishes for once I finally track you down" Kurt said with a wink. "Though I probably should start bringing little something for everyone else. Don't want the nurses or anyone getting annoyed and not letting us hang out here anymore..."

Because that would be terrible! They would have to like figure out some other way to coordinate these totaly-not-lunch-dates!

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