A/N: These fics are are based on my Bad Things Happen Bingo card I have on Tumblr. If you doin't know what BTHB is, go check them on Tumblr. This is the first bingo prompt fic I wrote and it is for the prompt "black eye" as requested by kate-dammit-run . Turned out more fluffy than I thought, but hey, the characters have their own mind sometimes.

Finally, don't own anything, I'm just a fan having fun. All rights belong to Martin Gero & co.

Beaten and Bruised

They had been tracking a gang suspected of a string of nighttime jewelry heists. As luck would have it, one of the members of the gang happened to be the mayor's son, and there were suspected links to organized crime so the case landed with the FBI. They had traced the movements of the gang to their hideout and executed the warrant. A scuffle ensued and the members were taken into custody, but not before one of them managed to land a few punches on Jane. The man was twice her size. He wasn't very fast but he did have strength. Jane had blocked his punch to her stomach, but he had been able to land a nasty blow to her head as she blocked the other punch. As Jane was momentarily disoriented, the man had managed to circle around and land a vicious punch to her kidneys, causing her almost to fall to her knees from the pain. She was still able to elbow the man in the jaw as he approached her from behind, and that hit was enough to bring him down, so that they could arrest him.

Jane heard the man complain about police brutality as they were leading him and the other suspects away, but he quieted quickly when Kurt had stepped over to him and told him something that Jane couldn't hear from where she was standing. She gingerly felt around her skull, already feeling a slight bump forming on her forehead. He'd landed a good blow there; she felt the beginnings of a headache appearing and heard the air whooshing unusually loud in her ears.

"Hey, are you okay?" She heard Kurt ask her in a concerned tone. Lifting her head and seeing him approach, she saw the worry in his eyes as looked her over for other injuries.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Jane reassured him. "Got a blow to the head, but that's not the first time."

She felt his fingers trace her jaw and lift her chin gently. "What? Let me see." She saw the worry in his eyes as he lightly ran his fingers over her forehead and cheek.

Despite Kurt's careful manner, she couldn't suppress a wince as he touched her cheekbone.

He quickly withdrew his hand, giving her an apologetic look. " Sorry. Your eyesight okay? Any double vision or anything? You have quite the shiner forming under your eye."

She could only smile at his concern, knowing how he worried every time she got knocked around a bit. "My eyesight is fine, Kurt. I'll be okay," she soothed him, taking his hand and caressing it.

Kurt slid his arm around her back. "Come on, let's have the medics check you out."

Jane stopped and turned and placed a hand on his chest softly, looking into his eyes. "Kurt, I'm fine."

He gave her a look that was a mix between concerned and plaintive and let out a frustrated sound before speaking. "Jane…please. You're going to need to ice the eye at least. Hmm?"

She knew she couldn't say no to him when he gave her that kicked puppy-look and she caved. "Alright. Let's go."

A couple of hours later Jane was sitting in the NYO locker room and holding a cold pack over her eye and face. The paramedic had told her to ice the injury every couple of hours to reduce the swelling. They had just finished interrogating the suspects and decided to call it a day. Her head was pounding despite the ibuprofen the paramedic had given her. Tossing the cold pack in the garbage, she walked to her locker and opened it. She was rummaging for her jacket and keys when she found herself engulfed in Kurt's embrace.

He placed a small kiss to her neck and murmured "You okay?"

"Yeah," was her subdued reply. She turned in his arms and lay her head on his chest, enjoying his warmth and silent comfort for a moment before speaking. "Can we go home?"

Kurt kissed her forehead softly. "Yeah, we can. Come on."

After getting home, Jane went to take a shower while Kurt fixed them a quick bite to eat. The shower felt good, but she was achy all over. Her back was hurting where the kidney punch had landed, and her head was still pounding. The medic had said she had a mild concussion, so that might explain it. Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, she inspected the black eye now adorning her face. "Well, at least the swelling isn't too bad."

They ate while sitting comfortably on the couch, with the news playing in the background. Jane saw the worry in Kurt's eyes as he looked at her. He must have noticed her discomfort since he soon reached out and lay his hand on her knee comfortingly.

"How's the headache?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"It's a little better. I just took another painkiller," she told him candidly. "I just want to get some sleep."

He nodded and gave her a loving look. "Go to bed. I'll just put these away," he said, gesturing to their empty plates, "and then I'll take a quick shower."

Jane nodded and went to wash her teeth as Kurt went to clear away the plates.

She was lying on her back with her eyes closed as she heard Kurt turn off the lights before crawling in beside her.

"You feeling any better?"

"Yeah, the painkiller is starting to kick in," she replied from behind closed eyes. Next, she felt his featherlight touch as he gingerly traced the bruise under her eye with his fingertips.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly as he traced his fingers on her face.

Jane nodded, too exhausted to speak.

"The swelling doesn't look too bad. The shiner will go away in a few days" he whispered, before pressing a barely-there kiss to her cheek."

"Come here." Kurt slid his hand under her and carefully pulled Jane against his chest. She felt sleep creeping ever closer as his fingers caressed her back softly, his loving touch chasing away the ache in her lower back. She sighed contentedly against him, feeling safe in his arms.

"Good night," she mumbled sleepily.

"Good night, Jane."