I think you're going to like this one,
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The room was spinning a lot more than anything Blaine had experienced before, every shake of his head to try and regain some stability sent a sharp sting to his head, so he was left feeling unoriented and blindly searching for something to lean against: the floor was beginning to look like a nice option; somewhere he could close his eyes for a few minutes. His vision wasn't much help in this search; to accompany the dizziness his eyes seemed to be blurring even after attempts to blink it away. Then there were his ears, they rang like a screeching alarm stuck in his head and all words being said around him were muffled.
A few more unbalanced steps and words were becoming more distinct though his tears still filled his eyes. He licked his lips and was greeted by the metallic taste of blood, my blood? He cautiously brought his knuckled to his nose, the gentle pressure causing a spike in the ache, he hissed at the feeling, and when he looked back down there was a puddle of it on his hand.
"Oh my God! What is your problem, Finn?" Kurt's words came through the ever-decreasing ringing.
Slowly getting steadier on his feet, Blaine rolled his shoulders and kept his head down to avoid clotting; he'd learnt a thing or two from past experience. Ignoring the throb it created, Blaine raised his eyes to look around him. Kurt was standing a few inches in front of him in a wide stance, seemingly blocking him. Puck was bug-eyed and had a hand gripping Finn's free arm. Besides him, Finn was cupping his knuckles with a red-faced, his chin stuck up and out while his lips thinned with his shouts, "my problem? my problem is that he is clearly taking advantage of you for his perverted needs while you're too blinded by everything to even see it."
"Everything. What the hell does that mean?" Kurt's body was tense with the question and he glared at his brother through narrow slits. Blaine clenched his jaw, could hear the scrape of his teeth, he waited for the words - the accusations he knew would be coming.
Finn sighed and shut his eyes while circling two fingers at his temple, it seemed to a calming him down, like he's the one that needs to be angry right now. "It means heart eyes. Secret kisses. The sliver of a chance for romance, or a boyfriend," that last option made Kurt's confidence physically wither. Finn continued, eyes open and voice softer, "It's not real, none of it. He's incapable of all of that and you can't even tell, or won't let yourself."
Kurt's body only got smaller. Blaine moved closer, wanting to get a look at his face, wanting to see the pain his brother was causing so he could allocate it to an area to punch. His eye is looking particularly punchable at this point. Blaine felt his fist close and began clutching at his thumb.
Although he couldn't see as clear as usual he could still notice how Kurt's features were showing it all. Kurt's jaw was set but his lips quivered a little on the right. His eyes were focused on a spot on the ground, unblinking and the left was watering giving it a shine that, in other circumstances, would make them more beautiful than Blaine already thought.
Puck gave Finn's arm a squeeze and slid his hand to his shoulder, pulling lightly, "Finn, I think -"
"No!" Finn interrupted, shoving the attempt at guidance off and walking forward, "Kurt needs to know who Blaine is," the closer he got the more Finn resembled a bull - his nostrils flaring and exuding anger, "How he is manipulating Kurt's misery to use him."
"He is not using me," Kurt said, keeping his head low but his eyes now glaring at Finn. At some point Kurt's free arms hand curled around himself, holding his elbow on the arm nearest Blaine. Despite the obvious signs of distress, Kurt was trying to keep his voice steady and threatening. Blaine and Puck could see past the ruse, and it seemed Finn could not. Quite the brother.
"Do you seriously believe that?" Finn scoffed, ebbing away at the strength Kurt was gripping too, "People like him don't fall for people like you."
"People like me?" Kurt's mouth was tight, his teeth clenched making his jaw and cheekbones sharp and intimidating. He was sending daggers Finn's way, daring him to continue.
He did.
"People who care," Finn said, sounding sincere but the words were painful. Kurt gave Finn an out and yet he pushed his hostility, "he won't ever love you. He can't. So you're just gonna get hurt over and over again yet still come back because of that false promise of more. For that meaningless bit of attention he gives you."
"Why are you saying all this? You're my brother."
"exactly, that's why," Finn released a breath and looked Kurt in the eye, "I'm tryin' to protect you."
"Where was that protection where Kurt was being bullied by those good for nothing jocks"
"You stay out of this - this entire argument is your fault!" Finn snapped, pointing a short nailed, accusing finger at Blaine.
But Blaine wasn't going to take it, he had experienced enough shit in the past and wasn't going to allow more shit to come from this overgrown sack of potatoes, so retaliation is in order. Fist raised, Blaine said, "Oh really? Let me show you just -"
"Blaine!" Kurt quickly shouted, stopping Blaine on his warpath.
Oh, the power this boy has over me. "Sorry," Blaine mumbled, but the rage still seethed inside him.
Kurt's whole demeanour suddenly changed. He went from obvious anger to surprisingly calm; like all that emotion just got washed away out of nowhere. A wave of tranquillity. It was scarier than any glare the other three boys in that room had seen. "Protection is not what you're doing Finn, you may think it is but it's not. I would like you to go now, please.
"Kurt, listen to me," Finn tried.
"I said I would like you to go now."
Puck gently nudged Finn shoulder, encouraging an exit, "Come on buddy, let's get that pizza."
Finn looked at Blaine, then to Kurt, and dropped his shoulder, "Fine, I'll leave, but know this Kurt, you're nothing but warm mouth to him."
"Big mistake," Blaine said through gritted teeth. This whole time the rage had been bubbling to the surface, from the moment Finn's fist made contact with his nose, to now. Consequently, Blaine would argue he had no control when he did some damage of his own. He could feel the power inside wanting revenge of its own, it harnessing the vexation that had built itself inside him to make Blaine's actions a surge of darkness and strength. The punch landed alongside Finn's cheekbone. It knocked him into Puck, forcing Puck to catch him - or attempt to. The side of Finn's face was exposed and a long cut was dripping blood onto the collar of Finn's rugby shirt. Though stumbling and an obvious knee buckled, Puck stayed upright. He steadied Finn and dragged him upstairs murmuring insults to an unbothered Blaine.
Just when the pride settling in, and the adrenaline rush was settling down. After the satisfying slam of Kurt's bedroom door, Blaine looked at Kurt. He expected to see some joy in shutting that frankenteen up mixed with pride and a hint of arousal. That is not what he got. That unsettling calm glare that was previously directed at Finn had transferred to him, and once Blaine saw, his smug smile dropped.
"What?"
"What?!" Kurt repeated in narrow-eyed confusion, "you've got to be kidding me."
"If I was kidding, would I look like this?" Blaine asked, finishing with an overexaggerated confused face accompanied by hand gestures.
"Just forget it, and help me with my stuff," Kurt huffed,
"Fine," Blaine said back curtly.
The pair worked together to gather the weeks worth of clothes, Kurt spending a good length of time explaining why he can't wear the same outfit twice. A sentiment Blaine rolled his eyes at and carried on folding after. Then they moved onto skincare. Kurt went with his simplified version to save room and time in Blaine's bathroom. Luckily, they finished before the rumble of Burt's car arriving, and so left the house without another hitch.
By the time they got to the car, Holly was thoroughly unimpressed. She watched them walk down the driveway and shuffle into the car like they were doing some sort of walk of shame; which is only half true due to the painful interruption. It wasn't until they were under the harsh light of the car's overhead lamp that she saw Blaine's injury.
She started talking facing the road, pulling out onto the street she said, "what took you two so long, did you like fuck or something while you were HOLY SHIT." Holly turned in her seat at a red light and finally saw the dried blood crusting Blaine's lip and scabbing around his nose. "What the hell happened to you?"
"My brother," Kurt supplied when Blaine sulked in his corner at the unfortunate turn this evening had gone. It had started off so well.
Holly tutted and kept looking back over her shoulder as they continued to drive. "Blaine, honey, I think we need to take you to the hospital."
"Can't Rosa just fix it?" Blaine asked.
"Not that mess. It might be broken, we gotta go." With that, Holly made a sudden U-turn and started off to the emergency room, dialling Rosa on the way.
X X X
When arriving, there was quite a queue. People with a variety of injuries and/or sicknesses were looking miserable in their murky green chairs. The sounds of wheezing, coughing and cries filled the room in a sickly soundtrack instead of the one working tv that had Spanish subtitles. The walls were decorated with paintings, children letters and inspirational quotes. Rosa scurried ahead of the other three, skipping past the line of people and flashing something black to the front desk. The group was instantly escorted to a new, finer waiting room.
This one still had green chairs, but they looked fresher and the air had a vanilla scent to it as opposed to chemicals and sick. The Tv could be heard in the quiet and there was a small child fully engaged in the cartoon playing. There were much fewer people settled here, and those present were only there for a few minutes before they were taken to private exam rooms. Kurt had never seen this side of the hospital before.
"Blaine Anderson," a young lady in a white coat over a fitted plum dress called. She had cat-eye glasses resting on her nose and a sleek pen behind her ear, supported by the abundance of tight curly hair. When she saw two people approach she looked confused, making a small 'o' shape with her dark lips. "I'm sorry, which one?"
"I'm Blaine Anderson."
"And I'm the idiot who got myself cuffed to him."
"Alright," the visitors for this area were far too rich for her to question their reasons for being here," please follow me."
Rosa and Holly stayed behind, taking their business to the vending machine and fiddling with the children toys. Kurt and Blaine followed the lady into a small room. It had one bed under a window and a curved Tv that's remote was sat next to a tray of packaged snack and drinks which resides over a trolley of needles - not quite as apatising.
"Take a seat and your usual doctor will be with you shortly," with that, she turned on her heel and left, closing the door behind her.
She was right, it was shortly. Not five minutes after another doctor, a male this time, wandered in and sat on a backless, circular stool that he pulled towards the pair.
"Ah, Blaine, I haven't seen you in a while. I was starting to hope maybe all your trouble had stopped. Should I be disappointed?"
"Don't worry, I'm not here for that. It's my nose."
"I can see that," the doctor laughed, taking out a tablet and beginning to tap quickly. "You know the drill, I'll clean you up, examine the area, work my doctoring magic and then leave you be for recovery. Does that all sound ok?"
"Absolutely."
"Perfect, so if you could just sign here to consent to the medicine," he said, holding out the tablet and a digital pen. While he typed in more details he asked more questions such as: "how did this injury occur?", "what, if any, symptoms have you gotten?", "are "
Kurt answered that last one, holding out his hand and saying "Hummel, Kurt Hummel."
The doctor tapped the open palm with his elbow, "sorry, contamination."
"Of course, sorry."
"Don't be, happens all the time. Now, gets started shall we? You've got no allergies to anything?"
"Nope, all good doctor."
The doctor took great care when cleaning the wound. He used very soft looking wipes on the lips and moustache area, then gently cleaned the nostrils with a cotton swab and wiped the actual nose with more wipes. That last bit caused Blaine some pain as indicated by his flinched and hiss. Once clean, the doctor looked closer, he saw how the bleeding was coming from mainly inside the nose and there was a small cut across the bridge which would need a bandage and the doctor warned about scarring.
"The nose isn't badly broken so there's no need for surgery, however, there is a lot of bruising along the nasal bone and the vomer bone has been moved to the left, causing a chain reaction of displacement throughout the nose. We are going to put on a strong nose bandage over the cut which will decrease the chance of further movement and avoid permanent facial damage."
The doctor did just what he said he would then stood up and began typing again, "antibiotics have been prescribed to prevent infection, they must be taken until the bandage is off and should always be taken with food. They can be collected from the front desk and refilled at your local clinic, I will give the prescription slip to Rosa. For the next two weeks you'll want to avoid activities that have things flying at your face, so no boxing, or tennis or flipping pancakes etc. Now, if your pain great enough to require an overnight stay?"
"Yes, doctor," Blaine said, hiding an appreciative smile.
"Ok, I will set that up, you boys have fun, I'll go inform Rosa," after those final words, he left.
"An overnight stay? Blaine, if I knew the pain was that bad I wouldn't have made you fold all my stuff. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, I'm in real pain," Blaine sniffed, his eyes large and watery, "Maybe you should make it up to me?"
"Of course, what can I do?" Kurt said, guilt-ridden.
"Could we get me a hoodie from Rosa, I noticed she brought one because I get cold."
"Certainly," Kurt smiled and jumped off the bed. They hastily got going to the waiting room where they walked the two girls to their car, got the hoodie and told them to leave and get some rest since they would be staying the night.
"Okey, we'll be back in time to take you to school," Rosa promised before driving off, leaving them alone. Kurt carrying his bag of stuff and Blaine the hoodie.
Returning, Kurt sat on the little stool as Blaine got comfy in the bed. "is there anything else I can do, anything at all?"
"No, I'm sure I'm...wait," Blaine breathed deep, keeping excitement down, he needed to keep the puppy dog eyes to keep Kurt's guilt, "you said anything?"
"Yes, anything," Kurt replied in sincerity, until suspicion struck him,"...why?"
"Well, I'm in a lot of pain-"
"Uh-huh."
"-and a distraction of equal pleasure would really help."
"Ok..." Kurt said, drawing out the syllables in caution.
"So, maybe a pleasurable favour would be a good apology?"
Blaine's request hit Kurt, "Oh, Oh. fine, you're in pain, I guess I can forget about everything that happened for one night."
"Yesss, you're the best," Blaine said, bouncing up into the bed and spreading his legs.
"I know," Kurt sighed and nestled between Blaine's thighs to begin cupping and rubbing the area just above.
Blaine closed his eyes and hummed in delight, though it was harder to do with his nose like that. Kurt's fingers worked open the button and fly when a noticeable bulge formed under his palm. Blaine was buzzing with anticipation and excitement, he could feel the warm breath of Kurt ready to mouth over his cock when his lip and hand movements halted.
"Wait a minute," Kurt breathed, a realisation Blaine hoped to avoid coming to him, "if you're in pain, why don't they give you a local anaesthetic?"
"I'm allergic to it. It sucks to suffer but I have you this time so carry on."
Kurt lowered his head again before quickly bringing it back up. Blaine groaned and flopped down properly onto the bed, looking up at the fluorescent lights instead. Kurt tilted his head with suspicion as he spoke, "didn't you say you weren't allergic to anything?"
"Umm...no?"
"Is that a 'no' or a 'no?' "
"Uhhhh..."
"Oh my God, Blaine," Kurt cried, shoving Blaine's legs together, "you liar. I can't believe I felt sorry for you."
Blaine dropped his jaw, then slammed it shut and sat up straight and spoke with mock conviction, "well you should, it's your fault I'm going to be deformed."
"You're not deformed and how is it my fault?"
"You let Finn punch me."
"He punched you because the only impression you've left with him is that you're an asshole."
"He was being an asshole," Blaine retaliated
"That's no reason to punch him!" Kurt yelled, which Blaine found oddly comforting since he didn't have to deal with the scary calm version of Kurt.
"Don't tell me you're taking his side. He punched me first," Blaine said, his voice a notch higher due to aggravation.
"Well you punched him second," Kurt clapped back.
In ordinary circumstances, Blaine would turn his back, cross his arms and pout when he said, "Oh, that's real mature."
"Don't you start going off about being mature," Kurt started, "You just punched my brother in the face: fighting violence with violence is the most immature response out there. I had it handled."
Blaine released an amused scoff, "oh, yeah, I totally see his constant insults as you handling the situation."
"I had him leaving the room while you stood there and did nothing but be childish," Kurt barked then mumbled to himself, "just like you always do."
Blaine still heard him. "And what the fuck do you mean by that?"
"I mean, the whole time we've known each other, you have just messed up any progress we've made as a couple and fixed it by doing exactly what...? Singing a song in glee club? I see that shit every day with Rachel, it's hardly original or romantic." Kurt took a breath like he was done, Blaine had his response ready, until, "Not to mention the short temper and laziness you exhibit every day in lessons alongside the immaturity of getting drunk to fix your problems when a song doesn't work out the way you wanted it to."
"Sorry, I'm not some prince fucking charming, but you're exactly perfect either." Kurt eyebrow's furrowed and his head pulled back, Blaine explained. "For one, there your fucking insistence of different outfits and that fear of your father finding out you're maybe not so innocent considering you were seconds away from having my dick in your mouth. Also, do you understand how confusing it is to have you making out with me, dry humping me in detentions, being all over me and treating me like somebody you actually care for one day, then suddenly you're running away like some gay cinderella and pretending like we're mere acquaintances or ignoring me because of some messages I didn't even know about- something I told you by the way. All that is immature."
Kurt opened his mouth to say something but Blaine carried on...
"and to make matters worse, now that we're stuck together, your back to being all friendly again; almost kissing me the other night, almost blowing me now," Blaine leant forward, dropping one leg off the edge of the beg and stretching the other parallel to the bed frame. He rested his bent arm over his outstretched knee and dropped his voice low and breathy, "So, no I'm not the childish one because I actually know what the fuck I want."
"And what is it that?" Kurt breathed back, his voice questioning with a mocking tone and his eyes daring Blaine to say more. He came close enough that his bottom lips brushed Blaine's. He watched Blaine's pupils dilate and the swift motion of his tongue licking his lips. He listened to Blaine's sharp intake of breath and felt his leg jerking against the mattress. Kurt let his eyes skim down Blaine's body, enjoying the movement of his adam's apple bobbing, his muscles tensing, his erection growing. It was strange, this newfound, sensual confidence Kurt was feeling. It felt as if he was being taken over by this power, making every sensation, every touch, every wave of arousal more intense and noticeable. And he was loving it, loving the control.
Kurt leant further forward, feeling Blaine's eyes following his body, hearing his heavy breaths, his hand falling not-so-accidentally millimetres away from the swelling in Blaine trousers. As Kurt slid his palm up and over, applying gradual pressure, he whispered deep and close into Blaine's ear, "let me take a guess." He licked Blaine's heated lobe into his mouth, biting down and pulling. "How about," Kurt added, mouthing up Blaine's jaw back and squeezing pleasurably harder against Blaine's clothed erection, getting a throaty moan in response, "some relief?"
After that, Kurt let go, pulling back and giving Blaine a quick brush of lips, and receiving a small whimper, "Kurt." Blaine cleared his throat and spoke again, "Kurt."
Kurt innocently hummed back in acknowledgement.
Blaine exhaled through his nose, swallowed and said "I want you to fuck me."
"What?"