Frustrated
Jane had retrieved the paper from the mailbox downstairs, and was filling up the coffeemaker when she heard something that rarely happened: Kurt was cursing. Deciding to go see what was wrong, she switched the coffeemaker on and headed towards their bedroom.
She stopped in the doorway, simply observing him for a moment. Kurt, with his arm in a sling, was standing in front of the window facing away from the door. Jane heard him cursing and mumbling under his breath. He was, unsuccessfully, trying to put a shirt on and to button it up, but he wasn't able to pull the other side over his injured shoulder from behind his back.
He had a broken collarbone, courtesy of a reluctant suspect who had turned a simple interview visit into a brawl as he thought the team had come to arrest him. Jane still remembered Kurt's agonized scream as the man had slammed him against the brick wall of the house. She cringed internally at the memory.
"How in the hell can buttoning a shirt…" Kurt kept fumbling with the garment.
Watching her stubborn husband mumble to himself, she couldn't help but to find a tiny bit of humor in the situation. For some reason, she remembered Rich's words about Kurt being an angry little Munchkin. Well he wasn't little, nor was he angry right now, but he was grumpy. Hearing him hiss in pain chased away her smile, and she slowly stepped behind him.
Kurt was so focused at the task that he didn't notice Jane until she slipped her arms around his waist, leaning against his back. He tensed momentarily at the unexpected contact, but relaxed as she pressed her cheek into him, whispering lovingly "I told you, you should've worn the Henley."
He murmured, apparently conceding the point, but didn't clarify.
Jane felt the tension of his muscles, the frustration bubbling under the surface. "You're in pain," she spoke against him in a sad tone, her words more of a statement than a question. "You're due another painkiller, anyway."
She kissed his good shoulder softly before letting go and stepping in front of him. His brow had a deep frown, his discomfort now obvious, but his eyes still had a loving look as they met hers.
"Let me help," she said softly as she nudged him to take a seat on the bed. Taking the button side of the shirt from him, she carefully pulled the other side over his slinged arm. Deftly buttoning up the shirt, she smiled at him. "Kurt, you're staring."
"No, I'm not," he denied, his tone soft. "I'm gazing at my beautiful wife."
Jane felt the heat on her cheeks at the statement: even after all these years together, he still managed to make her blush.
The shirt buttoned, Kurt leaned closer and kissed her. "Thank you."
Her heart swelled at the love she felt for him. Giving him a tender smile, she extended a hand to him. "Come on, you need to eat something and take your meds."