I won't have a certain posting schedule on this, at least not yet. My inspiration comes sporadically, and I don't write well when I force something out. It has to either come to me, or be an idea I've been tampering with. :) I decided to write this specific one-shot, because I've just recently gone through the experience, so I have some knowledge — and it just seemed too cuteness of an idea to ignore!
Please, if you have any requests for a one-shot, either private message me, or if you're a guest, comment you're request. Usually, I will put the "prompt", or whatever you may call it at the top of each requested one-shot so you have an idea what will happen.
If the pieces don't come together (I doubt they won't); Kurt and Blaine are married in this.
"Kurt, I'm scared." Blaine said, head ducked as he filled out the forms in the dental office.
"I know, honey," Kurt rubbed the younger man's back soothingly. "But you can do this. It's not as bad as you're believing."
"What if they cut my tongue out? And after— Kurt, I don't deal well with pain. I'll shrivel up and die." Blaine whimpered, unclicking his pen as he finished filling out the paperwork. Kurt couldn't help but laugh as Blaine stood, handing the lady behind the desk his clipboard. "Do I sign consent forms back there?" He asked quietly.
"Yep. The doctor will be right out for you. If you need to use the bathroom before going in, it's through the door and to the left."
"Thank you." Blaine stalked back to Kurt, slumping in his chair. "I am so not ready for this."
"Blaine," Kurt grinned. "It's just your wisdom teeth. You won't even be awake."
"Yeah, that's scary." Blaine reminded Kurt, fingers playing with the silver band on his finger. "Please Kurt, don't make me."
"You are a grown adult— I can't make you do anything, Blaine. But do you want to live with teeth too big for your mouth?"
"...No."
"Exactly." Kurt sighed, "You'll Be—."
"Blaine Anderson?" A nurse walked through the door, smiling warmly at Blaine, who stood and walked towards her. Kurt followed at the lady's instruction, into a surgical room where she had Blaine sit down in the 'patient's chair'. "I'm going to give you both instruction for after the surgery, which of course we'll have a paper with his medical information and what to do, but this is so you have an idea."
They both nodded.
"After the surgery, we'll put a gauze in your mouth to help stop the bleeding, which you'll change out periodically for 3-4 hours, depending on how the surgery goes. Tomorrow morning you'll get started on salt water rinsing, and continuing the mouthwash you started a couple of days ago."
"You'll be in some pain, which is why we'll put you on a pain medication to keep you at bay, and you'll take three 200 milligram ibuprofen four times each day."
Blaine nodded as he listened; it was a lot to take in.
The nurse was sitting on a highly placed rolling chair, smiling at Blaine warmly. "The surgery shouldn't last too long, maybe only thirty to forty minutes, depending on how hard it is for us to reach the teeth. We'll hook you up to some oxygen, and then the doctor will get the anesthesia going for you. Once you're relaxed and out, you'll be good to go and we'll begin the procedure." The woman glanced to Kurt. "Are you able to sign consent forms?"
Kurt nodded, "Um.. yes. Why can't he? He's of age."
"We always want to make sure there is another source that consents to the procedure, technically Blaine has already done so by filling out forms." She handed Kurt a pen, allowing him to fill out the paperwork.
"Alright, Blaine. I'm going to get you hooked up to some machines to check that you're doing okay. Hold your arm out—." She wrapped the deep blue item around his arm to take his blood pressure, and Blaine closed his eyes as it tightened around him. It was always painful.
"126 over 64. That's really good." She smiled, holding the thing that to Blaine just looked like a clap, holding it out so he could stick his finger inside. "You nervous?" The woman asked, watching the screen for his heart rate, which was currently at 104.
"Uh— well, kind of." Blaine told her sheepishly, looking towards Kurt for reassurance. He gave his husband a smile, which slightly calmed Blaine's nerves.
After several more moments of the doctor coming in and giving directions, a lady hooking Blaine up to oxygen, Kurt was gone and the beeping picked up as his heart rate did. "You'll be fine, Blaine. It's okay to be nervous, but don't you worry. Hold your arm out for me?"
Blaine slowly lifted his arm onto the arm rest, bones feeling heavy. The doctor grabbed it and wiped something orange onto the skin at the top of his hand. "I want you to clench your fist a few times— perfect."
There was a sharp pain as he inserted the IV into Blaine's skin, and he clenched his teeth to prevent making any noise. Damn, that hurt.
"Two rules for you in here: one is keep your legs just like that; don't cross them. Two: breathe through your noise."
"Mkay.." Blaine murmured, eyelids getting heavy. There were two hands around his head, ready to help steady it.
"Can you feel yourself relaxing?"
"Mhm." Blaine nodded slowly, breathing softly through his nose.
"Great."
...
"Blaine, we need you to breathe through your nose for us." Blaine felt himself coming to, eyes slowly opening but immediately closing. He closed his mouth, breathing heavily through his nose. Seconds later, he heard the doctor talking again. "Open up, Blaine. We're all done."
Blaine opened his eyes, scanning the room where two nurses and the main doctor stood, vision still adjusting. "Done?"
The doctor laughed softly, "Yeah. You did really good."
Blaine looked around after a few moments and there was only one lady left, sitting up his chair and smiling at him. "You did really well, Blaine. Let me help you up, and we'll go to the other room where we have your husband."
Blaine nodded, unable to form a coherent thought. He was extremely drowsy, and as the woman helped him up, his legs felt almost like jelly. "Th-thanks."
They arrived in the room, Blaine just noticing the gauze that was currently in his mouth. When did they put that there? Kurt's face lit up in a smile, and Blaine just smiled lazily at him. "How'd it go?" He asked the nurse as she helped Blaine sit down.
"He did very well. We'll go over instruction again, since Blaine here most likely forgot. He did very well during the surgery, the bleeding definitely isn't as much as usual, which is a good sign. We didn't see any holes leading up to his sinus cavities, so that should be good. We'll call later in the evening just to check up on him."
"Can we... can we go home?" Blaine mumbled drowsily, head lolling to the side. His body was trembling, and the nurse smiled at him.
"Are you cold at all?"
He shook his head, "No."
"Alright. Do you feel like you're going to cry?"
"A little," Blaine whimpered, voice soft. "Mmh."
"That's normal. The medication we gave you can cause shaking, along with being weepy. It's perfectly normal."
"Oh- okay." Blaine watched Kurt with a smile, body still shaking.
"Anyway, back to instruction..."
...
"How- how long was I out?" Blaine asked after the woman helped him to Kurt's car.
"About forty minutes." Kurt told him, turning up the air conditioning.
"For- forty minutes?" Blaine's eyes welled with tears and he hugged himself. "It felt- it only felt like.. like a minute." He began to cry, tears spilling down his tanned cheeks, body shaking. Kurt rubbed Blaine's leg gently.
"Shhh, shh. It's okay, baby. It's okay." He smiled warmly, kissing Blaine's cheek very gently. "Anesthesia will do that, it's just like you took a nap."
Blaine was still crying, but it slowed and he hiccuped. "Kurt, what's this?" He held a finger up to his lip, rubbing it along, face twisted in confusion.
Kurt laughed, "Blaine, that's your lip, honey."
"Wha- oh. It.. it feels like a marshmallow!" Blaine sighed and bit down on the gauze, as had been instructed. "It hurts a little to bite down. Kurt, my chin!"
"What about your chin?" Kurt asked as he drove down the road.
"It's swollen!"
"No, love... it's not. They gave you a few shots, your mouth is going to be numb for a while."
"Wait- I.. I cant feel my tongue." Blaine moved his tongue, looking near tears again.
"Hey, Hey. Calm down. Like I said: numb."
"Okay." Blaine smiled, cheeks out like a chipmunk because of the gauze, causing Kurt to smile lovingly.
"You're adorable."
Blaine giggled, "Hey Kurt?"
"Yes, Blaine?"
"I want- I want Jello. The good jello, strawberry. I'm starving." Blaine bounced in his seat.
"Of course you are," Kurt laughed. "We'll get you some jello on the way home, okay? If you want, you can stay in the car. I know you won't want to go out with that gauze in your mouth."
"No, I can- I can go!" Blaine leaned back against his seat, eyes drooping. "I'm tired, though. Doctor said I can't lay flat?"
"Nope, not with that in your mouth. You could choke."
"That sucks." Blaine pouted, eyes closing. "I'm.. I'm tired, Kurt. Just take me home, please?" He stuck his lip out, which took a lot of effort with it being numb.
"Of course," He laughed, rubbing Blaine's leg with the hand that was still there. "Anything for you, dear."
...
"Grooooosss." Blaine groaned as Kurt pulled bloody gauze from his mouth. Kurt, of course, had elastic gloves covering his hands.
"This isn't fun for either of us, Blaine, but it has to be done." Kurt reminded the younger man, running a hand through Blaine's curls. "We need to keep doing this so the bleeding will stop."
"It's disgusting, it hurts my mouth, and I hate the taste. I can't drink water without blood coming with."
"I know, I know. It's okay." Kurt reassured as he got some new gauze damp, folding it properly and sticking it in Blaine's mouth, doing the same with the other side.
"You know, I would kiss you if my mouth weren't bloody and my lips didn't feel like marshmallows." Blaine said lazily, leaning forward.
"Sadly, I'll have to pass, Blaine." Kurt held out a hand, leaning to kiss Blaine's cheek. "I love you, though."
"Hmph." Blaine sighed, leaning forward and collapsing against Kurt, resting his chin on the taller man's shoulder. "Can I eat? I'm hungry. I want- jello!"
"Not with the jello again.. we only have one cup left, okay? We bought them for when you got surgery done, but you ate most of them before it even rolled around."
"I want jello!" Was all Blaine said again, and Kurt rolled his eyes. Blaine was twenty one and still acted like a child. Well— He was drugged up, but that wasn't an excuse for the past five years Kurt had known him.
"Here," Kurt gently set a jello cup in front of Blaine on the table, handing him a spoon.
"I don't want metal," Blaine whined, "I don't want it to hurt."
"A plastic spoon would still hurt, depending on how you use it." Kurt argued, but got Blaine a plastic spoon anyway. "Here."
Blaine took a bite after removing his gauze, then another - this time slower. "I don't- I don't feel good." He said quietly, setting his spoon across the cup. "My tummy hurts."
"Are you going to be sick?" Kurt asked with concern, rubbing Blaine's back.
"I don't.. know." He whispered, taking another bite. "I might."
"Maybe you need a cool rag," Kurt commented, going to the bathroom and reappearing with a damp, cool rag and laying it gently across Blaine's neck. "That better?"
"Maybe a little. Kurt, it's- it's so hot in here." Kurt noticed Blaine sweating, and he was looking extremely clammy. "I'm going to go to the bathroom.." He murmured, getting up and retreating to the bathroom. Blaine kneeled right in front of the toilet, cool rag on his neck as heat overlook him.
Blaine shut his eyes, Kurt appearing in the doorway as he sat there, sweat trickling, bear throwing up. "Are you okay, baby?" Kurt finally spoke, stepping forward and kneeling beside Blaine, rubbing his back.
"I don't know.. I feel a little better."
"Are you just a little dizzy?"
"Yeah- a lot dizzy. I'm so light headed." He whispered, dry heaving over the toilet.
"You have no food in your system, hon.. I'm sure that's the problem. Would you like one of those slim fasts we bought you yesterday?"
"Yes- yes, please." Blaine nodded eagerly, but not too quickly, since his world was still spinning slightly.
"Can you stand? Do you need help?"
"I'll be okay. Thank you, Kurt." Blaine slowly stood, no longer feeling too warm for comfort. One glance in the mirror and Blaine's eyes widened. He was extremely pale, faint black circles under his eyes. "I- Kurt, I'm so pale."
"Your body needs nutrients," Kurt grabbed his hand gently. "Come on. Let's get you sat down and something in your system."
Blaine sat down, untwisting the cap to his protein drink, taking a few sips. He immediately began to feel better, leaning against the back of the chair. "You're amazing, Kurt." He said quietly, taking a few more drinks.
"Feeling better?"
"Definitely."
"You've only got a few more weeks of recovery left, you're going to be fine. I'll be here with you, okay?" Kurt smiled, kissing Blaine's forehead softly. "I love you."
"Mm, love you too." Blaine smiled, finishing off his shake. Color had returned to his cheeks and he was no longer white as a sheet, which gave Kurt a strong sense of relief.
Blaine was going to be okay.
"Mario Kart race, Kurt! Come on!" Blaine stood, eagerly grabbing Kurt by the hand and dragging him downstairs.
"Blaine! We are both married, in our twenties, and you want to have a Mario Kart race?"
"Um... yes?" Blaine looked as though that was the silliest question he had ever heard.
"Fine, Blaine AnderHummel—" Kurt grinned, pointing a finger. "You bring out the worst in me."
"Ohhh, but you love me," Blaine sang, mouth somewhat muffled by his newly put in gauze.
"Sadly, yes." He teased, settling beside Blaine on the couch.
"Hey," Blaine whacked him playfully. "I just had surgery! You can't treat me that way!"
"Oh, I think I can." Kurt grinned.
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
