.:Zerophilia:.
Around six in the morning Kurt woke up next to Blaine. He smiled, loving that his face was the first thing he saw. He swiftly rolled from his side onto his back. He cringed in pure agony and wanted to scream.
Blaine stirred and quickly shot up in the bed.
"Kurt, are you okay?" Blaine asked.
He reached his hand out, but quickly decided against it.
"That's a stupid question… I mean is there anything I can do?" Blaine reworded his question.
"I don't know Blaine, it just hurts… Everywhere… Please make it stop!" Kurt pleaded.
Blaine really didn't know what to do, and he knew if he went to go and get Burt or Carole Kurt would get upset and it would definitely make everything worse, especially since they don't know about Karofsky or Blaine being there.
Thank god for Finn and his amazing ability to cover for Kurt.
"I'll be right back sweetie! Don't worry, I'll find something to take the pain away…" Blaine got an idea and hoped to God it would work.
He tip-toed to the hall closet and got an electric blanket. He then went to Finn's room. It was a long shot that Finn was even awake, but who knows. He gently rapped on Finn's door, but jumped at the sound of gun shots and 'take-that-you-bastard' coming from behind the door. He slowly opened it to reveal Finn, a manic looking Finn might I add, playing Halo.
"Hey Finn, sorry to bother you, but I need to ask you something." Blaine called.
Without turning away from the screen Finn replied.
"Yeah sure dude just let me take out this son of a- Ah, come on man…"
Blaine chuckled.
A few moments later Finn paused the game and tore his gaze away from the screen.
"Whatcha need?.. How's Kurt?" He asked.
"He's in major pain so I' m trying to fix it. I got a heating blanket, but I was wondering if you had any pain meds?" Blaine explained.
"Yeah, I have a few left from last year, but just give him a half of one, they're pretty strong." Finn said laughing as he got up to go to his bathroom.
He returned with the prescription bottle in hand and gave it to Blaine.
"Here dude, thanks for taking care of Kurt, and I hope they help." He smiled and sat back down in front of the television screen.
"Thanks man!" Blaine said walking out of the room.
He returned to Kurt's room and saw him lying still on the bed, breathing irregularly, with his eyes screwed shut.
"Kurt, I brought you some stuff." Blaine whispered loudly.
He walked to Kurt's side of the bed.
"Blaine, it hurts to move…" Kurt said opening his eyes but still held a pained expression.
It killed Blaine to know, but not understand what Kurt was feeling right now. He just wished he could take the pain on himself and away from Kurt.
"I know Kurt… I brought you an electric blanket to relax your muscles and some pain medication to hopefully take the pain down enough to where you can move." Blaine said, eyes furrowed with concern and sympathy.
Kurt tried to move his hand to grab Blaine's, but it was useless. Luckily Blaine is psychic and he gently took a hold of Kurt's hand and gave it a squeeze before letting go to get him situated.
He plugged in the blanket and laid it over Kurt, kissing his forehead after tucking him in.
"Now let me know if you get too hot, and I'll turn it down." Blaine smiled, hovering slightly above him.
"Have I ever told you that you're amazing and perfect?" Kurt smiled back.
"I think a few times." He joked back, caressing his cheek.
Blaine then disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a glass of water and half a pill. He helped Kurt down the pill and water before walking over to the television. He knew exactly what would make Kurt feel better… None other than Barbra Streisand in Funny Girl.
Once the movie began playing, Blaine returned to the bed next to Kurt.
"Thank you Blaine!" Kurt said, turning his head to face him.
"None are needed. I'm here to take care of you. It's my job as your boyfriend." Blaine replied, caressing Kurt's cheek.
Kurt smiled and blushed, his gaze lingering a little longer after Blaine had turned his attention back to the movie. Not long after, Blaine looked over and saw Kurt sleeping peacefully. His body looked a lot more relaxed and he was thankful the blanket and pills were working. Blaine couldn't help but stare for a few moments longer than intended.
(They both had a habit of staring).
Kurt was so beautiful and angelic. His chestnut hair had fallen to his forehead, his eyes were shut softly, his lips parted slightly, and altogether he was perfection. His sleeping Beauty. Blaine smiled and laid down, grabbing Kurt's hand, closing his eyes, and drifting to sleep himself.
Hopefully when they wake back up everything will be better.
A couple of hours later Blaine woke up to Finn shaking him roughly.
"What the hell dude?" Blaine asked groggily, rubbing his eyes.
"Well one, Burt and Carole are gone for work and I covered for Kurt saying he was trying to find an outfit and we would head off to school soon. Two Mike texted me saying he saw Karofsky in the front office talking to Figgins, but he doesn't know what about…" Finn trailed off.
Blaine was staring at him like 'what the hell' and he fell back into the pillows with a thud.
"Just thought you should know dude. Sorry…" Finn said leaving the room.
Blaine groaned and then turned his head to Kurt to see him rolled onto his side, cuddled to the pillow and blanket. He looked at the clock and saw it was only seven thirty and decided to get up and head downstairs for breakfast. He got a bowl of cereal and was sitting at the bar when he saw Kurt enter the kitchen.
"Kurt, what are you doing out of bed?" Blaine asked rushing to his side like he was about to fall.
"Because I can move again, and it's not that bad…" Kurt said sitting down on the other stool.
"Still, you're in pain and should be resting." Blaine looked at him concerned.
"I know, I know, doctor Blaine, but too late, I'm already down here." Kurt smiled playfully at Blaine.
Blaine just rolled his eyes in return.
"Are you hungry? I can make you whatever you want." Blaine said.
"I think I'll just have some toast." Kurt replied getting up from his chair.
"No, no, no. You sit, I'll make you toast." Blaine sat him back down.
"Blaine I am perfectly capable-"
"Hush!" Blaine cut him off while getting two pieces of bread to put in the toaster.
After it cooked and he buttered them for him he sat back down and they ate breakfast together in comfortable silence/
Blaine couldn't help but feel like they were playing house, Kurt felt the same. Kurt also felt like he never wanted this to end. He wants this forever.
"I love you!" Kurt broke the silence. He was holding half a piece of toast and Blaine had a mouthful of cereal. Kurt laughed at his wonderful timing, and Blaine smiled in return as he chewed and swallowed.
"I love you too Kurt. And I'm glad that you're doing better." Blaine grabbed Kurt's free hand and held it on top of the counter.
They continued eating and sneaking glances at one another, both blushing when they were caught.