"Kurt, I can't sleep."

Kurt rolled over, snuggling closer to Blaine.

"Kurt, wake up." Blaine reached over¸ shaking his boyfriend's shoulder gently.

"Shuddupandgosleep." Kurt mumbled, turning away from him and yawning loudly. "Gottagepearly."

"Please wake up. I'm too anxious to sleep." Blaine whispered loudly. "And hungry."

"Can't eat." Kurt yawned again, this time covering his face with the palm of his hand. There was no way it was seven because Kurt felt as if he'd only gotten a few hours of sleep. In fact, he was so tired that it almost hurt to open his eyes. It had taken almost an hour to get an anxious Blaine to fall asleep, but clearly Blaine had not stayed asleep. "So early… it's got to be too early."

"Kurt, did you know that people have died from getting their wisdom teeth out?" Blaine asked, voice shaking.

"Oh my God, Blaine. I told you to stay off of Google." Kurt moaned, finally awake enough to be aware of his surroundings. He pushed himself into a sitting position and stared at his boyfriend. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I was nervous. I wanted to be reassured. All you keep saying is 'You'll be fine' and 'I already bought all the ice cream and mashed potatoes in stock.'" Blaine said, sitting up also. "So I went and looked it up after I used the bathroom and now I'm more scared than I was before. What if something goes wrong?"

"Nothing is going to go wrong." Kurt said firmly, looking him in the eyes. "You are going to be perfectly fine."

"Am I being annoying?"

"No. You're not." Kurt said, ruffling his hair. "What time is it?"

"Five." Blaine said. "We're supposed to be there at eight. I could die in three hours."

"Mmh, I hope you've got a will. I'll need a lot of black clothes if that happens because I'll be in mourning for the rest of my life." Kurt yawned once more. "I expect I'm getting everything?"

"Was I supposed to make a will?" Blaine's eyes widened.

"Okay. No joking with you today." Kurt said quickly, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck and kissing his face. "No, Blaine. That was a joke. I was trying to make you laugh."

"I'm not in a laughing mood." The older boy said very seriously, gulping for added effect.

"This time next week you'll be back to your chipper, hyper self. I promise." Kurt kissed his face again. "And I'm looking forward to it. I miss my Blaine."

"Assuming I survive, you mean." Blaine said, frowning. "I may not, statistically speaking."

"Oh my God." Kurt repeated, rolling his eyes. It was almost amazing how dramatic Blaine could get when he felt the need to. "Do we need to go through everything step by step again even though you've read the brochures one thousand times?"

"It might make me feel better."

Kurt shook his head and reached across Blaine, grabbing the wisdom tooth extraction brochure off of the nightstand. "As we've discussed a million times… You come in, they put an IV in your arm, and you're going to go to sleep. They'll cut the teeth out and then they'll wake you up."

"You make it sound easy." Blaine sighed.

"It's not too hard to lie on a bed. You're practically doing it now." Kurt teased, fingering his curls. "After that the fun starts."

"Fun?"

"Well, when they wake you up you'll act positively adorable because of the drugs and I'll really want to snuggle you. I'll get you to the car—face it, I've seen you drunk. I can't imagine you'd walk any better on drugs—and then we'll get in bed. If you want to watch a movie or television we can, but most likely you'll want to sleep. When you're up to eating, I'll bring you all the mashed potatoes and ice cream that your big heart desires. I don't think I ate the first day, though, so you might not feel up to it either." Kurt said thoughtfully.

"I'm going to be so hungry." Blaine sighed, moving back into a laying position.

"You can try some ice cream after we've been home for a bit. You just don't want to try too hard, though, or you'll end up hurting yourself." Kurt said, lying down next to him.

"I'll be relieved when it's over. Do you think they'll let me keep the teeth?"

"Why would you want to?" Kurt asked, scrunching up his nose.

"Proof of my wisdom, duh." Blaine said, nudging close to him.

"That's absolutely disgusting, Blaine. You better hide them somewhere that I don't have to see them." Kurt said, nose still scrunched up. "Do you want to try to get a bit more sleep before we have to go?"

"I'm still nervous and hungry." Blaine tried to shuffle even closer, but they were past the point of being able to get closer.

"I know that but you need to be well rested before tomorrow." Kurt draped an arm around him and pulled him close, spooning their bodies together.

"I thought all I had to do was lay on a bed." Blaine mocked.

Kurt was quiet for several seconds before playfully bopping his boyfriend upside the head. "Go to sleep, Blaine."

***WBUCT***

"Hey there, babe." Kurt whispered, leaning down by Blaine when he finally started to stir. He kissed the top of his head. "Let's get you home, sweetie."

"Hi, Kurt." Blaine giggled sleepily, thrusting out his hand for Kurt to grab.

"I think you're going to need a bit more help than that." Kurt laughed and helped Blaine off of the bed, catching him when he stumbled. "Be careful, Blaine. Wrap your arm around me and don't let go, okay? No, Blaine, your hand should be around my shoulder not there. We're in public and you're heavily medicated. Blaine!"

"Whoops." Blaine said cheerfully, letting Kurt move his arm around Kurt's shoulders. "Y-You're tall like Finn. Only Finn's a giant. You're just… just a little tall." He giggled once again. "Little tall. That's funny. Isn't that funny, Kurt?"

"I'm only two and a half inches taller than you." Kurt said very patiently. "See? Didn't I tell you that you wouldn't die?"

"So smart." Blaine said dreamily, leaning heavily against him. "My boyfriend is so smart. Kurt, Kurt."

"What, baby?" Kurt asked, taking a few steps while keeping his arm firmly around Blaine's thin waist. Just as he had told Blaine last night, he remembered all too well how uncoordinated Blaine was under the influence of alcohol and assumed he would act similarly. Letting Blaine walk on his own was probably not even an option.

Blaine just nuzzled his head into Kurt's shoulder, something that probably would have hurt his mouth if he weren't still so drugged. "Kurt?"

"Yes, Blaine?" Kurt asked.

"Can we get some eggs?"

"Of course." Kurt said automatically. "But right now we're going to go up front and sign you out. You ready to go home, honey?"

"Mmhome." Blaine slurred.

"Okay." Kurt kissed the top of his head and helped him out and into the front office, arm still tight around him. Once they reached the desk he very carefully eased Blaine down into the chair that was right by the window.

"Kurt? Kurt, can we get… can we get some eggs?" Blaine loudly whispered, grabbing Kurt's hand and pulling his arm close to his own chest.

"I already told you we'd get some. I'll get it when I pick up your medicine." Kurt assured him, ruffling his messy hair with his free hand. He laughed when Blaine proceeded to pull him closer. "I have a feeling you'll be getting some quality snuggle time, Blaine Anderson."

"And eggs?" Blaine asked, a very serious expression on his face.

"Yes. And eggs." Kurt laughed again. He made sure the receptionist was still on the telephone with a patient before sitting in the seat next to Blaine's. "I wasn't aware you liked eggs so much, Blaine."

"Sound so good." Blaine said, scooting so his body was leaning over the armrests and resting his head on Kurt's chest. "Kurtsie, Kurt, Kurt." He sang as he nuzzled Kurt's chest.

"You're on so much pain medicine you don't even know you're middle name, and yet your voice is as amazing as ever. It isn't fair, Blaine." Kurt sighed, running his fingers over the back of Blaine's hand.

"Middle name isn't 'Lizabeth." Blaine giggled. "'Lizzie McGuire. I liked Gordo. Did you like Gordo?"

"Shh, Blaine." Kurt shushed him. "Don't talk too much. Your mouth will hurt."

"I feel just—just fine." Blaine said, eyes drooping. "Kurt, my head hurts. Don't feel fine anymore."

"Shh." Kurt said again, stroking his hair. "Just sit still and we'll get to go home very soon."

By the time the woman was finally off of the phone with a patient, Blaine was fast asleep, head rested on Kurt's chest. Kurt frowned when he saw the blood on Blaine's face, hoping that it had never been wiped off as opposed to his mouth bleeding again. He carefully stood and approached the window after sitting Blaine comfortably.

"Sorry about that wait! Sometimes the patients just talk and talk! We've already called in a prescription for him. It should be ready within an hour." The woman said in a very cheerful voice, smiling warmly at him. "Your brother should have been given pamphlets about caring for his teeth on his last visit. His checkup appointment is on Monday."

Brother. Kurt was sick and tired of people mistaking he and Blaine for brothers. Besides the fact that they both just oozed gayness, the two looked absolutely nothing alike. Sadly it happened more often than not when they were out in public and that was very frustrating for Kurt, who might have just wanted people to know that he was with Blaine.

Kurt glanced at 'his brother,' who was awake again and rubbing his eyes. Despite his annoyance at the receptionist, he had to smile at the way Blaine's hair stuck up in several different angles and that silly, drug-induced smile on his face. Kurt decided he would have to take a picture at some point because the sight was just too cute to not have for forever. "Yeah, we've got them."

"He can't have any hard hot or cold foods for a few days. Make sure he keeps fluids in him. He should be able to eat some tomorrow, but if he feels up to it he can try to toni—."

"Hey, Kurt, can we get some eggs?" Blaine interrupted. "Don't eggs sound amazing right now? They're kinda like your strawberries. You can have scrambled eggs, and the other nasty eggs, and potato salad in an egg, and bacon and egg sandwiches—."

"What on Earth are you going on about?" Kurt laughed and returned his attention back to the lady. "Sorry."

She laughed also. "At least he's one of the cute ones. Some of them are really rude."

"I'm never rude." Blaine hopped up and walked over. "In fact, David says I'm too nice. It's cause I have a big smile. It makes me nice. Kurt likes my smile."

"Your little brother is precious."

"He is not my big brother. I am older and I am his boyfriend. We are homo sexuals." Blaine giggled, pronouncing homosexuals as if it were two separate words and placing emphasis on homo. "Homosexuals. That means same sex. Yep. Homosexuals. I have sex with a man and I am a man and therefore I am a homosexual and so is he. We're both gaaaay!"

And this is why I love Blaine Anderson, Kurt thought as Blaine sang the last word of his monologue. No. There would never be anyone else for him. Never, no way.

Kurt just gave the receptionist a sweet smile while she stared at them as if they'd grown heads. "Excuse me." He turned to Blaine and said very softly. "Blaine, honey, you just had surgery on your mouth. You shouldn't be talking very much yet, okay?"

"Okie dokie artichokie." Blaine chirped as he let his head drop to Kurt's shoulder. He did not fall silent, however. Instead he started humming softly.

"Uhm… Whenever he feels up to eating is fine, but just make sure it's nothing he can't handle. Also, you'll want to make sure he doesn't have any caffeine. It could contribute to him getting dry socket." The woman said awkwardly, not looking Kurt in the face anymore. Kurt couldn't tell if she was offended or embarrassed though.

"Okay." Kurt nodded as Blaine moved away. "B-Blaine, stop. Oh my God, Blaine, baby, you're like a child. Come back here."

"They've got fishes and these are real. Not like the ones in my cup." Blaine exclaimed loudly, bending down and poking the aquarium. "Hi fishy. Glub glub glub."

Kurt just giggled and pocketed Blaine's prescription. "If he has questions, can we call here?"

"Yes. Have a good day. I'm sure it'll be interesting, at any rate." The lady gave him a less-than-sincere smile and turned her attention to another receptionist that had come up behind her.

"Interesting might be an understatement." Kurt mumbled as he crossed the room. He put his hand on Blaine's back, rubbing small circles with the palm of his hand. "Come on, babe. Let's go and buy some eggs and get your happy pills."

"Can we get my kitten, Kurt? Can we go look at kittens?"

"If you're feeling okay we'll go look at kittens tomorrow." Kurt promised. "But I need to get you home soon, alright? Soon your medicine is going to wear off and you won't feel too great."

"That's awesome." Blaine said, standing up straight. Kurt had to give props to Blaine. When Kurt had gotten his wisdom teeth out he had slurred the entire first day, but he was able to understand his boyfriend completely. He did go back and forth between slurring his words, but for the most part he was doing very well.

"You're so funny." Kurt laughed, taking Blaine's hand and leading him out of the room. He let Blaine walk on his own until they made it outside of the building and reached the steps. As soon as they did he wrapped one arm around Blaine's waist. "Now we're coming to some steps, okay?"

"I got this, Kurt." Blaine declared, lifting his foot up much higher than necessary.

"Oh boy." Kurt muttered as he helped Blaine down the steps. Now he knew how everyone felt taking care of him while he was drugged out of his mind. Though he had to admit, it was pretty funny from this point of view. At this point, he was almost convinced that Blaine was cuter than his baby sister—and that was saying something.

"One… two… three… four!" Blaine whispered with each step he took. "That was four, Kurtsie."

"I'm glad two years of a college education has taught you so well." Kurt teased. And Blaine called Kurt the adorable one.

"Huh?" Blaine looked up, hazel eyes wide and bright.

"Never mind, sweetie." Kurt said, kissing his forehead and using the sleeve of his shirt (which was old, thank goodness) to wipe some of the blood off of Blaine's cheek.

"Were you making fun of me?" Blaine pouted, eyes still wide. "That's not very nice."

"Okay, okay. That was mean. I'm very sorry." Kurt got him to the car and opened the passenger door. He looked back to Blaine, eyes narrowing. "Stop poking it with your tongue."

"'m not." Blaine lied, wincing.

"Blaine, the doctor said to not mess with it." Kurt repeated, trying to sound stern.

"That wasn't in the brochure, Kurt." Blaine protested. "I'd know because I read it one thousand and forty two times."

"That's called common sense, baby. And you should probably stop talking so much because you'll hurt yourself." Kurt eased Blaine into the car, putting his hand over Blaine's head so he wouldn't hit himself if he decided to dart his head up really fast like he had done when he'd had Strep Throat and Kurt had helped him into the car. "Look at that messy hair. It's adorable. We'll not speak of this when you aren't drugged, okay?"

"Mmkay." Blaine chirped, fiddling with his seatbelt. "My mouth hurts."

"Don't mess with it with your tongue, Blaine." Kurt went around the car and got into the driver sear. "Okay, babe?"

"I like it when you call me pet names, Kurt." Blaine slurred, giving Kurt a smile.

"Well I like it when you let me do it." Kurt smiled back. "Now we're going to stop messing with the holes with your tongue, okay?"

"Mmkay." Blaine nodded. "We're going to get my eggs now, right?"

"Blaine," Kurt laughed. "I wasn't aware you were so obsessed with eggs!"

"They sound so gooood." Blaine crooned, leaning his head against the window and closing his eyes. "I don't feel so good, Kurt."

"Are you going to throw up?" Kurt, who was now in the driver's seat, moved to open his door.

"Uh-uh." Blaine shook his head and curled up.

"If you feel sick, tell me and I'll pull over." Kurt said. "We'll be home soon. We're just going to get the prescription filled for you."

"Can we go look at the pet store, Kurt? It's right next door." Blaine whined.

"Maybe." Kurt said, backing out of the parking spot and driving towards the store. Every once in a while he glanced over at Blaine, who remained curled up and every once in a while let out a pained noise. The older boy didn't straighten until they pulled into the pet store parking lot. He blinked sleepily out the window and then perked up when he realized where they were.

"C'mon! Wow, this medicine is totally amazing. C'mon, Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed, fighting with the door handle to get the door open. "Did you child lock it?"

"No, but I probably should have." Kurt commented, reaching over and opening the door handle. "How much of that medicine did they give you?"

"They gave me tons of gas first because I was nervous." Blaine said, climbing out of the car. He almost tripped over his own feet in excitement.

"Wait for me! You couldn't even walk five minutes ago!" Kurt climbed out of the car and shut both doors, hurrying after his boyfriend. By the time he made it into the shop, his boyfriend was nowhere to be found. "Did you happen to see a very excitable looking boy come through here by any chance? Curly hair and adorable cheeks?"

A guy who was sitting behind the counter and looked very bored pointed in the direction of the fish tanks. "He was there a minute ago but he was moving pretty fast."

"Thanks." Kurt said, going in the direction of the fishes. He found Blaine in the corner, nose pressed to a tank. "Blaine, what are you looking at?"

"Nemo and his pals." Blaine said without looking up, not sounding as excited as he had before.

Kurt went up behind him and rubbed his back. "Doing okay?"

"My head hurts" He said, moving back until his back was pressed to Kurt's chest and pointing at the fishes. "See? It's clown fish."

Kurt looked where Blaine's finger pointed to and nodded. "Mhmm."

Blaine tilted his head and then looked back at Kurt, making puppy eyes.

"No." Kurt said instantly. There was no way he was getting pulled into this. Absolutely no way.

"Please? It's Nemo, Kurt. I found him."

"Blaine, I didn't bring you here to leave with a clown fish that happens to look like Nemo."

"You wouldn't let me get the bunny." Blaine said stubbornly, sticking his lip out. "Or the hedgehog."

"Dalton wouldn't let you get the hedgehog, thank God." Kurt corrected. "And that rabbit had been there so long because it was mean. That's why they kept lowering the price."

Blaine scooted closer and nuzzled Kurt's shoulder. "Please?"

"Blaine." Kurt sighed, raising his hand and combing his fingers through Blaine's hair. "We didn't come here to buy fish."

"He's only thirty dollars. Your shoes were three hundred."

"Oh God, the shoes. How did I know you were going to use that against me?" Kurt tilted his head back and rolled his eyes. "Fine. You can get a Nemo."

"We don't want Nemo to be lonely though." Blaine said slowly. "Right?"

"Blaine…" Kurt opened his mouth to say no, but just couldn't make the word come. Not when Blaine's cheeks were already starting to bruise and swell. Not when he looked so exhausted and pitiful. "Alright. Which other one do you want?"

Blaine walked down the aisle thoughtfully, peering into each one for several long minutes. Kurt very patiently waited until the shorter boy pointed out a bright blue fish. "This one."

"I'm sensing a theme here, aren't I?" Kurt laughed as he looked at the blue Tang. His eyes widened when he saw the price though. The fish was nearly ninety dollars.

"I know not what theme you speak of." Blaine said, offering an adorable smile. "Is it too much?"

"Not if you want it." Kurt whispered, kissing the back of his shoulder.

"Thank you, Kurt!" Blaine turned and threw his arms around Kurt's neck.

"You're welcome. I'm going to regret this, I know it, but, are there any others you want?"

"This one and this one." Blaine said, pointing to two adjacent fish instantly. One was a puffer fish and another one was a pink starfish.

"No theme, huh? Because it seems like you've found Nemo and all of his friends." Kurt laughed.

"Is it okay?" Blaine asked quietly.

"Yes, Blaine. It's okay." Kurt nodded, very seriously. "I'll just go and talk to the people so we can figure out what to do for them, okay? You do know that we can't take them home today, right? The aquarium has to be set up and stuff first, otherwise they could die. Want to go and look at the cats when I talk to them?"

"Mhmm." Blaine nodded eagerly and went off in the direction of the cats.

"If he thinks he's still getting a cat in two months, he's got another thinking coming." Kurt mumbled, mostly joking, as he went to find an associate.

…

"'m dying." Blaine moaned several hours later, rolling onto his stomach. "'m dying. Put me out of m' misery."

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead." Kurt, who was sitting next to Blaine and working on some school work while he slept, whispered. He set his tablet aside and leaned down, kissing the back of Blaine's head. "If I put you out of your misery, you wouldn't get to see your fish next week."

"Huh?"

"Oh God. Don't tell me you don't even remember. Were you that drugged?"

Blaine just rolled onto his side, not facing Kurt, and whined.

"Oh God. You were." Kurt's eyes widened. "And I just spent near $800 on… oh boy."

Blaine rolled over really fast, eyes wide. "What the hell did you spend $800 on?"

"Nemo and all his friends. You were excited for real fish. It seemed like a good idea at the time." Kurt said lamely. "Are you mad? Because you can't return fish and David already help me get the tank set up and stuff. That thing was heavy."

Blaine just curled against him, head resting on Kurt's lap.

"Hmm?" Kurt asked, stroking his hair.

"I like fish." Blaine said pitifully, voice coming out much more slurred than it had been earlier that day. "They can attend my funeral."

"Blaine," Kurt giggled. "Don't be so dramatic. It's not that bad."

"It really hurts, Kurt." Blaine mumbled into Kurt's thigh.

"That's why I've been trying to get you to not talk so much." Kurt frowned and stroked Blaine's forehead. He definitely hadn't felt great after he'd had his out, he'd been lazy for days, but it hadn't been that bad. He could tell, though, that Blaine really was in a lot of pain. "Do you want me to get you some medicine?"

"No." Blaine whimpered, shaking his head.

"It'll help with the pain though." Kurt said gently.

"I just need love." Blaine whined. "It'll hurt my stomach."

Kurt scooted until he was in a position that he could wrap his arms around Blaine and quickly did so. "My poor Blaine will use any excuse to seek out affection, won't he?"

"Mhmm." Blaine nodded into Kurt's side. "Poor Blaine."

"You're so cute." Kurt laughed, playing with his hair. "Are you numb at all?"

Blaine raised his head, looking confused. He then raised his hand to his cheek and poked it. "Yep. My face feels funny. But my jaw still hurts. Is that strange?"

"I don't know how it's supposed to feel too much. I just slept." Kurt shrugged. "But I don't think you're supposed to poke at your face."

Blaine tilted his head, staring ahead.

"Don't mess with it with your tongue, Blaine." Kurt sighed for the millionth time since leaving the doctor's office.

"Shouldn't I have gauze stuff?"

"Nope. They said you were fine without it. You slept back there longer than most people do, so I think you passed that time frame. Do you want some ice?"

"Ow!" Blaine yelped.

"Stop messing with it." Kurt repeated, poking Blaine repeatedly in the stomach and on his side. "They said not to talk too much either, remember?"

"Good because it's making me sore." Blaine curled up and let out another pitiful whine.

"Here. I'm gonna go get some ice and some medicine." Kurt slid out of the bed and bent to kiss the top of his head. "I love you, Blaine."

"Love you." Blaine murmured, closing his eyes.

By the time Kurt made it back to the room, Blaine was fast asleep.

***WBUCT***

That night and the next morning were worse. The doctors said he would feel much better, but clearly they were liars.

In the middle of the night Blaine's mouth had started to bleed. A lot. That definitely had not happened to Kurt. But it was okay, Carole assured them at almost three in the morning when Kurt frantically called. It had happened to Finn and he had been fine. They just needed to put some gauze over it until it re-clotted. Despite the attempt to stop the bleeding, Blaine ended up throwing up because of all the blood that he ended up swallowing.

Kurt could definitely sympathize with him there, because he remembered all too well what it was like to swallow blood and then vomit because of it. Not fun were the first words that came to mind.

It turned out also, that poor Blaine hated to throw up. In fact, he was one of those people who really hated to throw up. Kurt knew this because he had gone to get Blaine water, hoping to get the taste out of his mouth, and when he'd come back he had found Blaine crying on the floor. Which had broken Kurt's heart beyond what words could express.

"Blaine, what's wrong?" Kurt asked, kneeling down by him.

"I-I'm in p-pain and I g-got throw up on y-you a-and me a-and I hate to t-throw up. I-It hurts." Blaine cried. "My mouth really hurts."

"Oh, Blaine." Kurt cooed, sitting and pulling Blaine into his lap. "You weren't joking when you said you didn't handle pain well, were you?"

Blaine let out a particularly loud sob into Kurt's shoulder.

"Shh, shh, shh." Kurt whispered, rocking him and wondering just how much of this was Blaine and just how much was his reaction from the drugs. "It'll be better soon and then you won't have those headaches. And the doctor gave me your disgusting, bloody teeth too. I made him put them inside three other bags because I wouldn't touch them otherwise. He gave me all six of them. The ones that were under look really weird. They don't even really look like teeth"

Blaine just sniffled into his neck, no longer crying but still feeling very sorry for himself.

"Wanna see them now?" Kurt asked.

Blaine sat up and nodded, wiping his watery eyes.

Another factor was definitely the fact that Blaine was tired. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, Kurt noted. He would be making sure Blaine slept a great deal from here on out until he was perfectly healthy.

"Okay." Kurt moved Blaine off of his lap and went to get the bag(s) with Blaine's teeth. Once he made it back into the bathroom he sat on the floor next to him and handed them over. Blaine tilted his head and looked at it. "Looks odd, huh?"

"Looks gross." Blaine said, scrunching his face up and then wincing.

"I know." Kurt reached up and stroked Blaine's short curls. "Your hair has a mind of it's own today, babe."

Blaine just sniffled and nodded. "It's because I slept on it and didn't shower."

"Poor thing." Kurt sighed. "Let's get you back into bed. Stomach feel better?"

"No." Blaine shook his head.

"Are you going to be sick again?" Kurt ran his hand up and down Blaine's back soothingly.

"N —yes." Blaine crawled to the toilet, heaved himself up over the side, and began to vomit.

"Oh, oh, oh." Kurt whispered, moving over to him and rubbing his back. He sat on the floor, hand rubbing up and down until finally Blaine fell against him, already asleep.

***WBUCT***

"I feel awful." Blaine whimpered late the next day, curled up on the bed. Kurt was sitting up next to him and Blaine had been laying down, asleep, but that was unfortunately no longer the case. He would have rather been asleep, but the sharp pain in his jaw kept waking him up.

"I didn't know you were awake again." Kurt said, looking down and closing his laptop. "Can you not sleep?"

"It keeps waking me up." Blaine moaned.

"Do you want your medicine?" Kurt asked, moving his hand to his back and rubbing small circles.

"Don't want to throw up again. And I'm comfy." Blaine mumbled into his side. "As comfy as I can be."

"You're not slurring anymore. That's good." Kurt offered, in hopes that it would make his boyfriend feel better. At least that was one thing he had moved past concerning the surgery and hopefully within the next two days Blaine would feel just fine. Hopefully, but Blaine seemed to be in a lot more pain than Kurt was when he'd had them out. Then again, Kurt had been twelve or thirteen when he'd had his wisdom teeth removed and stuff like that was always easier when you were younger. Either way, he knew Blaine would feel fine again soon-he just didn't know how soon.

"I'd rather be slurring and numb." Blaine rolled onto his back and blinked at the ceiling, feeling like his jaw hurt so much that little lights were dancing before his eyes. And maybe they were, because his jaw really hurt. "Oh God, this is awful. Why did you let me do this to myself?"

"Well you could have waited for them to come up, move all your teeth around, and have to miss two weeks of school... or you could have done the mature Blaine thing, which was to miss only a few days of school by going right before your spring break. If I'd let you do it the other way around, you'd be getting onto me for that too." Kurt pointed out. "I think you just need a distraction. We watched the Little Mermaid last night. Do you want to watch that one again or do you want to watch The Lion King, Beauty and the Beast, When Harry Met Sally, The Notebook, or something else?"

Blaine rubbed the sleep from his eyes and gave a small yawn, trying his hardest to not open his mouth too wide as he did so. "What do you want to watch?"

"No, sir. You're the one being taken care of right now, Blaine Anderson. It is your turn to pick anyway... Just please don't pick anything High School Musical related."

Blaine snorted and curled up at his side again. "I want to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas."

"In March?" Kurt's eyebrow shot up.

"You said I get to pick." Blaine pointed out, raising his own. "It's what I pick. At least I didn't pick Jane Eyre."

"I still don't know how you find that thing interesting." Kurt's nose scrunched up. "It was so boring and they're voices were so monotone. It made me want to fall asleep."

"I'm sorry you feel that way because that one is second on the list." Blaine said, watching carefully for a reaction. When Kurt just nodded, Blaine smirked inwardly-if he had actually done so, it definitely would have caused him a lot of pain. Pain that he would like to avoid. "Mr. Hummel, I am impressed. You must really love me."

"Something like that." Kurt laughed, ruffling his hair and crawling out of bed. "I'm going to get you something so you can at least try to eat because all you would do for me yesterday is drink milkshakes. I did go and get you real soup from a deli earlier when you were still sleeping. I never bothered to learn to make soup because it's such a pointless food anyway, otherwise I'd have made you some. We've got pudding, jello, mashed potatoes, bananas, tons and tons of ice cream in all five of your favorite flavors-Yes, you love me, I know- and there's something I'm forgetting..."

"Mmh, what kind of pudding?" Blaine asked, not even waiting for him to finish. Every food he listed made him twice as hungry as he was before. If Kurt kept listing foods, he was afraid his stomach might explode. Besides, the sooner Kurt stopped the sooner Blaine would get food.

"The kind with chocolate and vanilla mixed in, of course. What other kind is there?" Kurt scoffed. "Want some of that, babe?"

"Mhmm. Thanks." Blaine nodded, clutching Kurt's pillow and pulling it to his chest.

"You're welcome. I'll grab the DVD when I'm out there and your medicine in case you want some." Kurt added, ruffling his messy hair once again and leaving the room.

Blaine pushed himself into a sitting position and leaned against his pillows, staring blankly at the wall while he waited for Kurt to return. He didn't even hear little padding on the floor. All he knew was one minute he was alone and the next minute he felt pawing on his leg. He looked down at his feet and saw Kreacher, who immediately stopped pawing and looked up expectantly.

"Fine." Blaine sighed, reaching down and pulling Kreacher into his lap. He absentmindedly pet the dog, who panted happily and wagged his tail for several seconds before going completely still—something not common for Kreacher.

"Oh God, you've killed him, haven't you?" Kurt gasped coming in with two cups of pudding, a glass of water, and Blaine's pain medication.

"No, I have not. He's harassing me."

"Harassing you? He's practically asleep." Kurt said, pointing. "What did you do to him?"

"I dunno." Blaine shrugged and reached for his pudding. "Thank you."

"Did you drug him?" Kurt asked skeptically.

"Sure did. I'm a big fan of sharing drugs." Blaine rolled his eyes and pulled the foil off of the pudding cup. Kreacher immediately stood on two legs, putting his front legs on Blaine's shoulder. "No. Bad dumb dog. Down."

Kreacher looked back and forth between Blaine, Kurt, and the pudding cup. He then grabbed the second pudding cup, which Blaine had sat next to him, and tore from the room. Kurt yelped something about "my clothes!" and "just washed" while running after him.

"Told him the dog was evil. But does anyone ever believe Blaine? Nooo." Blaine said smugly. He went to reach for a spoon before realizing Kurt hadn't given him one. "Aw, damn... Kurt! Kuuuurt!"

"I'm a bit busy!" Kurt yelled from somewhere else within the apartment. He heard a clattering pan, something toppling over, and Kurt going, "How the hell did you get up there?"

"Kuuuuurt!"

He didn't get an answer, but that was probably because there were several loud bangs right as he was calling for his boyfriend. He looked around, as if to make sure nobody was looking, and licked some of the pudding out of the cup.

"You are in SO MUCH TROUBLE!" Kurt yelled from the other room.

Blaine licked some more pudding out of the cup, now confident Kurt wouldn't be back any time soon. Soon Kreacher would be found, Kurt would spank him, Kreacher would whine, and Kurt would fuss over him and mutter over and over that he wasn't a bad parent as if Kreacher was a human being-which Kurt seemed to sometimes think, Blaine had noticed.

By the time Kurt made it back, Blaine had finished the entire cup of pudding and was thinking how it would be really nice if he'd that second one because he was hungrier than he had realized. Kurt came in, scowling.

"That dog is in so much trouble. And so are you!"

"What'd I do?" Blaine yelped. "I've been here this whole time."

"Because you moved the lock for his cage again and I couldn't find it so he got out! I had to chase him around the kitchen and living room five times!"

"Whoops." Blaine said, resisting the urge to laugh at Kurt's flustered face.

"Why do you have chocolate on your nose, Blaine?" Kurt sighed.

"Did you happen to bring me another pudding cup?" Blaine asked hopefully, hoping that if he ignored the question Kurt wouldn't put two and two together.

"I knew I was forgetting something." Kurt mumbled. "I'll be right back."

"Spoon too, please!"

***WBUCT***

Blaine, who was in the process of stretching as he first awoke, cracked open an eye and blinked at the wall of his bedroom sleepily. Two days had passed and while he was feeling better, he still wasn't feeling good. At this point he was starting to doubt he ever would.

"Someone's starting to wake up, Melody. Look at that. Is Blaine starting to wake up?"

Blaine rolled onto his side, pulling the pillow over his head and wondering why he was hearing things. Maybe the pain medicine was really getting to him. Then again, it had been hours since he'd taken it last.

"Oh, maybe not." He heard the muffled voice say before a series of loud squeals filled the room. Not two seconds later he felt a tiny little hand patting the hand that held the pillow over his head. Now he was feeling things too? Maybe he really did need to stop taking those pain killers.

"Mmmh." Blaine slowly moved the pillow and tilted his head, peering at the nine month old that was busy crawling onto his chest. He threw his arms in the air. "Oh no! Look what the evil doggy dragged in!"

"Uh uh uh uh!" Melody squealed, raising her own chubby arms up.

"Uh uh uh uh?" Blaine questioned, moving into a sitting position and carefully moving Melody with him so she wouldn't topple over.

"She tries to repeat words." Carole explained from next to the bed. "A lot."

"Ah." Blaine plopped back down into a lying position, putting Melody into a sitting position on his chest.

"How do you feel, hon? Do you need some medicine? Kurt told me where it was at."

"My head is killing me." Blaine admitted. "It always is."

"Finn was pretty out of it for a while." Carole reached over and patted his arm. "I'll go get your medicine."

"Thanks." Blaine pulled the covers up, intentionally pulling them over Melody. She let out several squeals and then started laughing. Blaine pulled them over his head too so he could see her. "Whatchoo laughing at, pumpkin?"

She didn't answer, just continued to giggle adorably.

"Oh no, where did they go?" Carole asked loudly. "Where did Melody and Blaine go?"

This only prompted louder giggles from the baby, who was now attempting to hide her face with her tiny hand..

"Aw dang it, Melody! You ruined it!" Blaine laughed, pushing the blanket off of them.

"And you ruined her hair." Carole scolded, handing him a glass of water and some medicine. "Do you know how long it takes to get a nine month old to sit still long enough to brush her hair, Blaine?"

"Nuh-uh. But I don't feel good and Kurt says nobody can be mean to me. Any complaints can be sent to him." Blaine shook his head and downed his medicine. "Thank you for the medicine."

"You're welcome, hon." Carole sat back down and grabbed Melody, who was waving her hands dangerously close to Blaine's bruised face. "I made you some soup. Kurt told me the extent of your soup had been from a can and from a deli. I figured you might like some homemade soup. We also went to see Kurt's grandparents and Annie sent some soup for you as well, along with a get well card."

Blaine stared at her, shocked and touched. "W-wow. Thanks, Carole."

Carole smiled and ruffled his hair. "It's no problem, Blaine. You can only live off of mashed potatoes so long."

"Last night Kurt made me scrambled eggs for dinner. I ate them all." Blaine yawned, but tried to open his mouth as little as possible. "They were good."

"That's good that you're eating solids. It took Finn longer." Carole smiled again, this time a bit sadly. "You poor thing. Both of your cheeks are bruised and swollen."

"It's gone down a lot. Oh God. I'll be right back." Blaine stumbled out of the bed and ran down the hall, barely making it to the toilet before he began to vomit.

Within seconds Carole was behind him, hand rubbing small circles on his back and whispering soothingly. "Just get it all out, hon. It's okay."

"I'm sorry." Blaine moaned between gagging.

"Don't apologize. Kurt told me you've been pretty nauseous."

Blaine just whimpered and turned the shower faucet on, washing his vomit down the drain. The smell made him gag again but thankfully nothing else came up.

"Okay, I'm going to set up the couch so you can lay in there while I get you some food." Carole gently helped him up. "Want to brush your teeth?"

Blaine nodded and went to the sink, grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste. He cringed when he saw his plump and bruised cheeks. When he made it to the living room he saw Carole putting a blanket and pillows on the couch while Melody bounced happily in her baby seat, trying to catch her toes.

"I look like a chipmunk." Blaine declared, pulling Melody out of her seat.

"It will all go away soon." Carole assured him, patting the couch. "On the couch, c'mon. Kurt told me to not let you up and about because you're not sleeping through the night."

"He just likes being in a position of power over me." Blaine muttered teasingly as he lay down.

"Hon, be careful. I don't want her to hurt you." Carole said anxiously. "Are you sure you want her?"

"Of course I do." Blaine squealed as Melody grabbed her feet, squealing gleefully. He tickled Melody's little feet and smiled when she grabbed his finger. "She's my best friend!"

"She's everybody's best friend." Carole laughed as she scooted the baby seat closer to the couch, so that it was easily within Blaine's reach. "I'm going to put this right here in case you want to set her down."

Blaine waved his finger and Melody's hand, smiling a bit. "Alright, but I think we'll be okay."

"Oh, I'm sure you will." Carole shook her head and handed him the remote. "I'm going to get you some food. "Do you want to try some eggs again? Or how about some applesauce or a banana? Jello?"

"Whatever is easiest." Blaine shrugged, curling up with a cooing Melody. He really didn't feel like it would be polite to be picky when someone was taking care of him and, truth be told, he didn't really care what he ate anyway. Anything would probably come right back up anyway.

Carole just rolled her eyes. "What do you want? I'm here for a reason."

"What is that reason?" Blaine tilted his head.

"I believe Kurt is picking up something special for you today." Carole chirped.

"My fishes?" Blaine asked eagerly, eyes lightening up. He had almost forgotten that it was the day his fishes were coming home.

"Yes." She smiled. "Now what do you want, sweetheart?"

"Applesauce." Blaine said after some very serious hesitation. He looked down at Melody while Carole left the room. She was paying very close attention to her leg but once she saw Blaine looking at her, she reached up and grabbed his nose. "Uh oh. Let's find you some real toys, hmm?"

Melody just grabbed his hair and gently tugged, completely uninterested in the fact that Blaine was now getting on the floor next to her toy bag.

"Stackable blocks are more fun than hair." Blaine cooed, reaching out and grabbing one of her plush stackable blocks out of the bag. He then sat Melody up on the floor next to him, with her back against the couch. "And look! This one has a giraffe! Giraffes are taller than me. A lot of things are taller than me, actually. Including Kurt. And you probably will be too, pumpkin."

Melody reached for the block and, after Blaine gave it to her, began to suck on the corner.

"Uh oh. Must be raining in the savannah. That's where a giraffe lives." Blaine said, picking up another block. "See the birdy? Kurt and I used to have a birdy. Well, I had it first and then Kurt got it."

Melody reached for the other block with her free hand and then placed it back in the bag neatly.

"We are not a fan of birds." Blaine laughed a bit, pulling it back out and handing it to her again. She gave him a look that could only be one of annoyance as she put it back into the bag. Blaine heaved a fake sigh and pulled out another one. "How about the elephant? Have your mommy and daddy let you watch Dumbo? With the big ears?" He leaned over and tickled her ear, causing her to cry out in laughter.

"Blaine, didn't I tell you to lie down on the couch?" Carole scolded, coming in with applesauce.

"She made me do it." Blaine said, pointing at Melody who was still happily slobbering all over her giraffe block.

"Yes. Melody asked you to get up and go through her toys. I'm sure." Carole laughed. "Have you been giving Kurt a hard time, not resting when you should be? I'm starting to think you've been difficult."

"Maybe." Blaine shrugged. "I like to think he's the one giving me a hard time."

Carole rolled her eyes. "He just wants you to feel better. He told me you keep trying to move around and clean stuff. And work on homework."

"Because I'm bored." Blaine sighed dramatically.

"Don't make excuses, young man. Park your butt on that couch and don't move until that applesauce is all gone."

Blaine looked at her several times, not even blinking. He then slowly got onto the couch, taking the bowl of applesauce from her.

"Thank you." Carole said, looking pleased with herself. "It never works on Finn and I highly doubt it would work on Kurt. At least it works on one of my boys. Now I'm going to get Melody to take her nap, so don't talk to her. If you do, it'll excite her."

"If you insist." Blaine tucked his legs underneath himself and began to eat his applesauce, mumbling, "I was serious when I said I wanted the purple kind. Why does he always think I'm joking?"

Carole, who was attempting to rock Melody to sleep, snorted loudly and shook her head. "You two are something else."

Blaine's eyes lit up when the front door opened.

"You're right, sweetie. It's impossible to get him to lay down and rest." Carole called before the door was even open all the way.

"Tell me about it. He's like a hyperactive squirrel, isn't he?" Kurt smirked, coming in. "Hi there, Blaine."

"'Lo." Blaine said, covering his mouth that was full of applesauce.

"Hey, dude!" Finn said, following. He held two bags in his hands, each with an individual fish. He cringed when he saw Blaine. "Ouch, your face."

"Finn!" Carole exclaimed.

"Leave my chipmunk alone, Finn." Kurt snapped, going over. "Oh, applesauce?"

"It's not purple." Blaine said, reaching for one of the bags—the one containing the blow fish. "I dub thee Squishy because I want to squish you!"

"He on his medicine?" Kurt whispered, patting some of Blaine's hair down with his free hand.

"Dude, this aquarium is awesome!" Finn said, setting the two bags into the aquarium. "He said you have to leave them in the bags so they can adjust."

"I remember, Finn." Kurt rolled his eyes before turning his attention to Blaine, taking the blowfish from him. "Clearly the clown fish has to be Nemo, babe."

"Mmkay." Blaine nodded, taking a bite of his applesauce. "Can you get me a banana?"

"I could have gotten you one, Blaine!" Carole said and turned to Kurt. "I had to pry to get him to tell me anything he wanted to eat."

"He's had no problem bossing me around this week." Kurt rolled his eyes and, on his way to get a banana, gave Finn the other two bags of fish.

Carole followed after Kurt. "He threw up before he took his medicine. That's why I wanted him to eat. I was hoping it would settle his stomach a bit."

"That's why he hates to take it so much." Kurt sighed, grabbing the banana. "It hurts his stomach. But if he just takes Advil it does absolutely nothing for him… I'm hoping he feels better tomorrow or the next day. They won't put him on the medicine longer than that."

"Which is why he needs to rest." Carole nodded. "I tried to get him to but as soon as I left the room he started playing with Melody."

"Don't worry. He'll fall asleep on his own." Kurt assured her. "He's been taking a lot of mini naps. It's better than nothing and I guess it makes up for him not sleeping completely through the night."

"I suppose." Carole nodded, following Kurt back into the living room. Blaine was laying on the couch, his head rested on one of the pillows and his eyes closed.

"Baby, want to get in bed?" Kurt whispered, crouching down by him and smoothing his hair down. "Get some more rest?"

"Don't need rest." Blaine mumbled, sounding half asleep.

"Hon, go and get into bed. After you wake up, you can eat some more and you'll feel better."

Blaine nodded, eyes still closed. "Mmkay."

"At least he didn't put up a fight this time." Kurt laughed. "I'll be right back, Carole. I'm going to help Mr. Sleepyhead get into bed."

"Take your time, sweetie." Carole smiled, watching Kurt help Blaine out of the room as she picked Melody up and out of her baby seat.

"My face still looks like a chipmunk." Blaine whined as Kurt helped him into bed. "And I can get into bed on my own."

"I know. I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable and had everything near you." Kurt said smoothly, although he really just wanted to tuck Blaine in and make sure he actually fell asleep.

"Always got everything 'cause you bring too much stuff." Blaine grabbed Kurt's pillow. "You just like taking care of me when I'm pitiful."

"I do like to take care of you." Kurt responded, pulling their comforter up over his boyfriend. "Don't you like being taken care of?"

"Mhmm. You take good care of me." Blaine closed his eyes. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Kurt sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his hair.

"Hey, Kurt?"

"Yeah, baby?" Kurt whispered.

"Thanks for getting my fish... and for taking care of me in general, really. On your spring break even. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome, Blaine." Kurt smiled. "Just think. This time in May we'll be in Michigan. A whole week of only you and me. No work, no school."

"No dog." Blaine buried the side of his face in Kurt's pillow and blinked at his boyfriend sleepily.

"Fine. No dog." Kurt agreed. "But you get to break the news to him."

"I'm okay with that. I'm not afraid to upset him like you are." Blaine laughed.

"You know that you like him. You just don't want to admit it." Kurt said, gently touching Blaine's cheek. "Does it feel better today?"

"Yeah... It's not as sharp anymore. It's kind of a dull pain... but if I open my mouth too far the sharp pain comes back."

"Well hopefully this means tomorrow or the next day only the dull pain will come when you open your mouth." Kurt smiled, finally sitting himself on the edge of the bed. He rested his head against Blaine's. "Can you believe in July we will have been living alone together for a year?"

Blaine blinked several times, eyes wide. "Wow... you're right. Isn't that weird?"

"Very weird." Kurt nodded. "Do you think next year will be easier?"

"I do." Blaine nodded. "I think that next year we'll have more of a routine in place. I think it's just going to get easier, you know?"

Kurt smiled. "I like that way of thinking, Blaine. But I do think things will be tough once we graduate our respective schools. You'll probably find a job sooner than I will, for instance. And once I do find a job it will be very chaotic. I'll probably start out having to work for someone else and watch them take credit for things I do. Until someone invests in me and then the real hectic stuff will start. Meanwhile you'll be in some big law firm doing God knows what, but hopefully you'll be in a position of power over most of them."

"I don't think I'll be in a position of power over people too soon... and I think that you'll get picked up sooner than you think, Kurt. You're really good. That's why your professors all love you. That's why you're so dedicated and why you get such good grades. You're amazing at what you do. You could be amazing at anything you chose to do, though. That's just how you are... so I don't think you need to worry. Besides, I'll have money."

"Your money doesn't have anything to do with that." Kurt shrugged.

"I'm just saying you don't need to worry. I'll take care of you." Blaine whispered, linking their hands together.

"I want to take care of myself, you know." Kurt said, squeezing his hand.

"I know... but until you're capable of doing it, I'll take care of you... What else would I use the money on besides to get us a house and stuff? Plus, I'm just talking my inheritance here. Hopefully I'll get a good paying job as a lawyer too... and, you know..." Blaine trailed off.

"What?"

"I'll have that money when Grandma dies. If you haven't made it by then, I can invest in you. You know, later. When we're married and done with school."

"Blaine, no." Kurt said immediately.

"It's barely even my money, Kurt. The only reason I'm getting it is because my grandfather died." Blaine shrugged. "And I don't need that much money."

"But it's yours. And I wouldn't want you to do that." Kurt whispered, moving back so he could face Blaine and look into his eyes. "I mean, I appreciate the thought... I really do… but that's just too much, Blaine. No. I wouldn't let you do that."

Blaine tilted his head, looking at him with big hazel eyes. "But why not? If I can do something for you, shouldn't I?"

"No. Not something like this, honey." Kurt leaned forward and kissed him gently, careful not to hurt him. "You're such a sweet person. Do you know that?"

"I try." Blaine scooted close, burying his face in Kurt's shoulder. "I'm really excited for my fish. This is a major step up from plastic fishes in a cup."

"Nice change of subject." Kurt said, kissing the top of his head. "I'm glad you're excited for the real fish though. They were expensive enough, so you should be!"

"It's going to be nice to talk to fish that move on their own and not when I shake a cup." Blaine snorted, smiling a bit.

"Does this mean I can throw that cup away?" Kurt questioned, mostly teasing. He could only imagine the depressing Blaine would go through without that silly cup.

Blaine looked up from his shoulder, eyes wide in mock horror. "Of course not!"

"Okay, okay. I was just asking!"

Blaine rolled away from him and curled up muttering, "Throw away my fishie cup."