NATURAL SELECTION 15
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/Cooper, Kurt/OCs
Overall Warnings: Non-con, Incest, Bestiality, B!P, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Additional warnings for this chapter: semi-public sex, crossdressing. All links in the story are NSFW.
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. This is what the dogs look like and check out the nsfw fanartby Val.
Chapter summary: Blaine meets the Hummels. Cooper wrestles with his feelings. Kitty complicates matters.
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It took Blaine several days after he’d taken over the care of Mr. Hummel to meet his family. The nurses had mentioned that the family consisted of only one son, who was still staying in the room, yet every time Blaine stopped by it seemed that he’d just missed him.
However, he did meet an elderly woman whose graying hair was wrapped up in a bun that was still jet black. Apparently a friend of the family, she looked him over skeptically and asked when he was graduating from college. It wasn’t the first time that had happened but having left his twenties behind in the previous year Blaine thought that perhaps those days were gone. He decided to take it as a compliment, and also to take his leave. He made a mental note to call back in before his shift ended.
***
Kurt tugged at the doctor’s disheveled hair, which he was definitely responsible for messing up. He had it coming, Kurt reasoned. Two minutes after Dr. Cooper had locked the door, he’d stripped him naked, laid him on the bed and gone down on him with such gusto that Kurt had practically shrieked. His molten body had slipped off the bed to straddle the physician unashamedly.
“Won’t we get caught?” Kurt gasped with every glide of the doctor’s fingers into his cunt.
“Not if you can keep quiet,” Dr. Cooper teased, nibbling at a stiff nipple.
“Oh!” He squealed.
“Like that babe?” The older man released the other rosy nipple from between his thumb and forefinger and curled his tongue around it, sucking at the bud ardently. His newly freed hand slipped in between Kurt’s cheeks and massaged his puckered hole.
Kurt gurgled with pleasure. The doctor knew just how to rub him right. A finger slid into his hole, drawing another moan from him. Both sets of fingers pumped into him frantically. It was all Kurt could do to hold on. He pressed his face into the doctor’s soft hair as his foot twitched, his toes curling madly.
“Oh my god,” Kurt moaned. His body began to tremble. “I need your cock,” he keened, wanting his cunt full before he came again. “Please, Coo- Coo-per,” he panted. He rocked down onto two fingers, shuddering at the sensation of being stretched. “Fuck me. I need your cock. Need it.”
The doctor fumbled to get free of his belt and pants. They grunted in unison, his thick shaft plunging deliciously deep inside his pussy. “So wet. Fuck,” the physician muttered in between kisses to Kurt’s outstretched neck.
Kurt’s body quaked, his knees spreading wider in an effort to feel every inch. The fingers in his hole shifted; the rhythm in opposition to the doctor’s cock. It was so much. Kurt whined in ecstasy. The goose bumps that prickled up his spine were instantly followed by a wildfire as he came.
Once the blaze of bliss subsided he found himself cradling Dr. Cooper’s face against his chest. His sensitive body twitched and trembled as the older man clutched at Kurt’s hips, working their bodies together to find his own release.
“Woa- Ohhhh,” the dazed doctor sighed, finally letting Kurt relax on his lap. “So good,” he huffed out with a dopey smile.
Kurt chuckled and placed a soft kiss to Dr. Cooper’s damp forehead. He made an effort to tidy up the tousled hair by raking his fingers through the dark brown tresses. The doctor hummed happily.
“I like that,” he murmured.
“This?” Kurt hooked an unruly lock of hair away from the older man’s face.
“No.” His light blue eyes rose to meet Kurt’s gaze. “You called me Cooper,” he said idly. “I really like that.”
“You do?” Kurt bit his lower lip and arched against the doctor’s chest.
“Uh huh.”
“I’ll try to remember that then…Cooper.” Kurt’s lips quivered. He swiveled his hips lazily.
The older man caught his breath, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. “Can you come again?”
***
Kurt’s eyes snapped open, his head jerking away from the hand he’d fallen asleep against. The dazzling sunlight streaming through the hospital room window blinded him. He blinked away orange spots and realized he was staring at a pair of shiny black shoes. He jostled in the armchair and swallowed heavily. He was being watched.
He noted useless details as his gaze flitted upwards; Slim fitting red pants with a bulge of muscle at the thigh, a polished silver B belt buckle, a white coat covering a wrinkled dress shirt, a surprising red striped navy bowtie, slicked back dark hair and a friendly face that broke into an easy smile.
“Hi,” the doctor said kindly. “Welcome back to Earth.” He held a tanned hand out to shake.
Kurt cleared his throat and finally made eye contact. He blinked again, his mouth falling open, hypnotized by a pair of amber flecked hazel eyes. Kurt choked on his own breath and gasped for air.
“Hi,” he said, launching himself to his feet. “Um, I’m Kurt.” He shook the warm hand still offered to him.
“Hi Kurt. I’m Dr. Anderson. I’ve taken over your father’s care from Dr. Williams.” Kurt smiled at the coincidence. He wondered exactly how many Dr. Andersons worked here, and whether they were all as handsome as the two he’d met so far. His smile faded once he recognized why the doctor was here.
“Please tell me you have some idea about when he’s going to wake up?” He crossed his fingers surreptitiously.
The doctor winced and Kurt’s hopes sank.
“Unfortunately not, I’m afraid. But the good news is that your father is stable on the vent. Dr. Williams had run the basic….” Dr. Anderson continued on but Kurt twisted away, on the verge of tears. Everything that the doctor was telling him about brain function, he already knew. Kurt’s shaking hand settled over his mouth as he stifled a sob.
“Hey,” Dr. Anderson said softly, laying a gentle hand on Kurt’s shoulder. “It’s okay to be scared, Kurt.” The physician tugged him until they were facing each other. He raised Kurt’s chin with his forefinger. “But I need you to not give up on me, okay? Because I am not giving up on your dad.”
Kurt’s chest heaved with gratitude.
“I want to run a new set of tests to determine if there’s another cause for the coma. And we need another neurological exam…to establish options for future care. Are you okay with that?” Kurt’s head bobbed uselessly.
Dr. Anderson nodded once. He took a deep breath, his hands fluttering away from Kurt. “I want you to do something for me too,” he said, ducking his head to keep eye contact.
Kurt gazed at him forlornly. His brow twitched with a fleeting frown of confusion.
“Go home.”
Kurt took half a step backwards, his head already shaking. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t leave daddy now.
“Hey-” The physician stopped himself from reaching out. “Kurt- I’m not saying don’t visit. I’m just saying that you should get some decent sleep at home. It’s been a month, Kurt. You need it. You look-” His brow crinkled in concern. “You’re a wreck,” he said gently.
“Daddy won’t wake up; how can I be anything else?” Tears pricked Kurt’s eyes once again, his cheeks flushing as he held them back. The doctor moved closer. He reached out and rubbed an arm.
“Shh, it’s gonna be okay,” Dr. Anderson soothed when Kurt faltered. His hand touched Kurt’s tentatively, pulling him into a hug. “It’ll be okay.”
Kurt sniffled against the handsome physician’s neck, breathing in a calming combination of aftershave and warm skin. He nuzzled there briefly, enjoying the sensation. Abruptly, he bit back a new wave of tears and chastised himself. He was supposed to be crying for his father not lusting after another doctor. He pushed himself away with a shake of his head and groped for an excuse while his cheeks burned pink.
“It’s not worth it,” he said aloud. “Going home…” He glanced up at Dr. Anderson and explained how far away their farm was. The physician conceded.
“I’d feel better if you got more sleep, but…I don’t want you driving off the road at the end of the day either so… You win. This time.”
Kurt smiled at the doctor’s surrender and thought about what his father would say. “Better get used to it,” he teased, dipping one shoulder. He also decided to do what Dr. Cooper did when he was flirting and added a quick wink too; pleased when Dr. Anderson ducked his head and smiled.
“Uh, it’s the end of my shift so… I guess I’ll see you in the morning - at rounds.”
“At rounds,” Kurt agreed.
Kurt relaxed after the handsome physician had left. He wrapped his arms across his chest and sighed at the closed door. “Shit.”
Dr. Anderson was right, he needed something but he wasn’t sure if sleep was the answer.
***
Blaine’s head hit the elevator wall as soon as the doors closed.
“Shit.”
If he didn’t watch himself, he’d be on the receiving end of a lecture about sexual liaisons in the on-call room. Except it wouldn’t be his brother reprimanding him - it would be his boss.
***
Kurt paced impatiently in the hallway. He waited for the middle aged neurologist to finish her assessment of his father. If the doctor was right, his dad might be able to come off the ventilator. He gnawed at a thumbnail, wishing that Dr. Cooper was here to distract him. He spun on his heel and glanced at the locked on-call room. He strode four steps and turned again. He knocked his knuckles against his lips. He should call him. He spun around once more and smacked straight into Dr. Anderson.
“Ow!” The physician bent down to rub his bruised shin while Kurt reeled backwards. “Sorry. I thought you’d heard me say hello.”
“No, no. I’m the one who should apologize,” Kurt rushed out, unsure of how to help.
“It’s okay. No harm done,” Dr. Anderson confirmed while brushing himself off. His smile slipped when the door to Room 713 opened.
“Ah, Blaine. I was just coming to find you.” Dr. Limijanto propped the door open with her foot and tucked her bobbed hair behind her ears. “Come on. Kurt, you too,” she said, beckoning them both inside.
Kurt glanced at Dr. Anderson. He smiled when the doctor gave way to him. He headed into the room first and took up a position against the wall at the foot of his father’s bed. He couldn't follow all the medical terminology that the doctors were using as they discussed the test results. But he did notice Dr. Anderson’s growing smile when the neurologist pointed that CN nine and ten were functioning as anticipated. Kurt didn't know what that meant. He disregarded it for the moment because the B on Dr. Anderson’s belt buckle had caught his eye again. At least now he knew what that stood for. He sighed dreamily and imagined saying it out loud - Doctor Blaine Anderson.
A pair of fingers snapped in front of his face, wrenching Kurt from his daydream. Dr. Limijanto looked at him in amusement, her hand dropping back to her pocket. Behind the neurologist Blaine cleared his throat, his gaze steady on Kurt.
“Karina was just explaining that your dad’s gag and swallow reflexes were back to normal.” Kurt’s eyes widened with hope.
“Does that mean…? We can try removing the vent?”
“I’ve already called the nurse to assist,” Blaine confirmed. Kurt squeaked and bounced on the spot, breaking into spontaneous applause when two nurses pushed through the room’s door.
Kurt pressed his fingertips against his lips and watched the hospital staff work to remove the tube from his father’s throat.
The room went quiet for a moment, and Kurt’s eyes slid shut. He pleaded silently, waiting for daddy to breathe on his own.
“Mr. Hummel? Mr. Hummel?” Blaine challenged. Kurt’s brow creased, his hands curling into fists against his mouth. He could hear the urgency in the doctor’s voice as the staff scrambled to help.
“Please. Please, daddy,” Kurt begged.
Dread crawled over the room. The beep that had once been reassuringly steady stopped. Kurt held his breath in terror. “No,” he whispered. He cracked a fearful eye, praying for a green blip on the heart monitor. His head began to swim as the line crawled across the screen.
Kurt’s knees buckled.
The green line jolted.
The room went sideways.
***
“Ouch,” the boy muttered, his hand groping at the ice pack pressed to his head.
“I lost you for a minute,” Blaine said, allowing Kurt to hold the cold compress himself. He shifted his weight on the bed to sit up straight.
“What?” Kurt’s dazzling eyes flickered open. Blaine cleared his throat self-consciously.
“You lost it for a minute,” he re-phrased, a tiny bit grateful that Kurt was still dazed. “You fainted.” The boy’s head lolled against the hospital bed while he came to his senses.
“My- My dad!” He struggled to sit upright. “Is he-?”
“Woah, woah.” Blaine cradled the weary boy in his arms, laying him back down. “He’s okay! He’s alive, and breathing on his own.”
Kurt heaved a huge sigh of relief. “He’s awake?”
“…No.” He watched Kurt’s eyes dim in disappointment. “But today has been very encouraging. We’ll keep monitoring him,” he promised, touching the back of the boy’s free hand to comfort them both.
Kurt’s hopeless gaze drifted away to the window. “I thought I’d lost him,” he admitted, swallowing heavily. Blaine curled his fingers against Kurt’s palm, holding his hand.
“Kurt…I wish I could tell you that it won’t happen.”
“But..?”
“You should be prepared for the worst,” he said carefully, surprised when the boy squeezed his fingers. “We’re doing everything we can, Kurt,” Blaine explained.
“I know.” Kurt looked at him sadly. “That’s what scares me.” Blaine let out a shaky breath.
“Don’t give up yet. Please.”
Kurt’s chin wobbled. He nodded and looked away.
***
Daddy’s chest rose and fell. Kurt watched from the chair, his foot propped up on the bed frame. He could almost trust it - that his father would take another breath, and another, and another.
It had been days since the ventilator was removed and, aside from the hour in a hospital bed of his own, Kurt hadn’t left his side. Dr. Cooper had swung by, worried at how despondent he’d been on the phone. He had comforted Kurt and kissed the lump on his head, promising to check in again soon. Kurt couldn’t remember when that would be - he couldn’t think of anything other than what Blaine had said.
“We’re doing everything we can.”
Kurt knew the doctor was right - at least medically speaking. Guilt gnawed at his gut.
Had he done enough? Had he tried everything?
His fingernails dug into the palms of his hands as an idea came to him. He scolded himself for not thinking of it sooner.
Unease prickled up the back of his neck at the thought of getting caught. So many staff came to check on his unconscious father. He had never tried it in public on his own - it had always been his dad’s idea.
Kurt tamped down his anxiety. He knew exactly what daddy liked.
He had to try.
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