A/N- This next song is Doctor by Cute Is What We Aim For. Loved this song from the moment I heard it, and I was actually writing a oneshot that fits it perfectly. Enjoy!

Kurt walked quietly through the dark halls, wishing he had a flashlight. He had awaken in the middle of the night from a particularly steamy dream about Blaine, and had desperately needed a shower. Now clean and ready to leave the communal bathrooms, he walked with his hand on the wall, the other clutching his towel and name brand hair products. Little did Kurt know there was someone else in the hall, who didn't see him either.

"Oof!" Kurt was hit full force by someone running down the hall, and he fell against the wall. Rubbing his shoulder, he bent over to pick up his things. The other person was whispering frantic apologies, and when he bent over to help Kurt their heads hit eachother. "Ow!" Kurt looked up and squinted his eyes, trying to make out the identity of the dark shape. "Who's there?"

"Kurt?" The other boy recognized that voice immediately. "It's Blaine. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to crash into you like that! I wasn't expecting anyone else to be awake. Did I hurt you?" Blaine extended a hand and Kurt took it gratefully. He dusted himself off, but even that simple motion hurt his shoulder.

Kurt took in a sharp breath and his hand instinctively flew to the bruise he knew was forming. "I'll live."

"Oh, god, sorry! Come on, we'll go to my dorm and see if I have anything to help." He took Kurt's reluctant hand and collected his things, leading the boy down the hall.

"It's fine, Blaine. Really." Kurt tried to take his toiletries back, but Blaine held them out of reach.

"Let Doctor Blaine fix you up, all right?" Kurt sighed but nodded, letting Blaine drag him to his room. Blaine felt bad about hurting his friend, but he was still a little excited. He was going to get to play doctor with Kurt. Whenever Blaine was excited, he started singing. This case was no different, even if he had to do it under his breath.

I'm like a rookie paramedic to a siren
Praying for an accident
Nobody will let me walk
Until I've got no back up
Until they're out of control

"Alright, we're here." Blaine led Kurt to his bed and turned on the light, lucky that he didn't have a roommate that this would annoy. He went to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of icy water. Blaine wrapped the bottle in paper towels and brought it back to Kurt. "Hold this."

This emergency
Brought you to me

Kurt obliged and held the bottle, shivering at the sudden cold. Blaine raised Kurt's arms over his head, trying to ignore the painful whimper Kurt gave when his shoulder moved. He slowly peeled away the countertenor's shirt and took the water bottle back, pressing it to his back. Kurt practically hissed when it came in contact with his shoulder. "That's cold!"

"That's the point." Blaine held the bottle o his shoulder blade and started to gently massage the smaller boy's back with his free hand. "It'll feel better, just give it a minute."

I'll be your doctor
I'll be your cure
I'll be your medicine and more
Yeah you can rest assure
I'm your doctor, I'm your cure

I'll be your cure

Kurt let out a heavy sigh, and the scene around Blaine made his head spin. This was fantastic, even if Kurt though he was just doing it because he felt bad. "It actually already does. Nice work, doctor."

"No problem." Blaine was going crazy, not being able to see Kurt's expression as he ran his hands up and across the boy's back. But when Kurt let out a small sigh, almost an attempt at disguising a moan, Blaine was over the edge.

"And of course, I'll need to kiss it if you'd like it to heal properly."

He leaned in, and Kurt could feel Blaine breathe on his neck. Hair standing on end, he replied, "Well, we can't have that now, can we?" Blaine chuckled behind him and pressed his lips to the cool skin. Kurt moaned this time, refusing to hide it. "Much better."