"Why are you so nervous?" Kurt asked. He was sitting with Blaine in the waiting room at the dentist's office, and he wasn't having a good time, to say the least.
"I just don't like the dentist, okay?" he snapped. "I've hated it since I was little. It hurts and they're not gentle and I feel guilty because I never floss and I don't like their hands jammed in my mouth."
"It's just a checkup. They're not pulling teeth or giving you a root canal," he assured him, taking his hand. "I'll go back there with you if you want." Blaine nodded and gulped.
Kurt walked with him to the back once they called his name and he helped him get settled in the chair. He sat next to him and held his hand as the nurse got started cleaning his teeth. Blaine squeezed his hand hard, not letting go for a second. The hygienist got out some more tools, and he dug his nails into his skin.
"Ow! Blaine, you gotta let go. You're making me bleed. Just squeeze my hand if it hurts, it's okay," he said. Blaine loosened his grip slightly, but grabbed at him again when she began poking at his teeth.
Kurt tried to relax him the entire time, but nothing he said was getting through to him. The nurse sat him up to do X-rays, and he flipped out when Kurt had to leave the room.
"Blaine, I'll be ten feet away. Let go of me, it'll take three seconds," he said, peeling his fingers off of him. "Just sit still. I'll be right outside the door and I'll come back when it's over, okay?" Blaine nodded, his eyes watery. "Don't cry, honey. It won't hurt." He left before Blaine could cry, and he stood outside while the nurse took four different pictures. Kurt went back in the room when they were done, and Blaine finally relaxed a little bit. The nurse got him a drink of water and left the two of them alone.
"Sorry I got upset," Blaine mumbled, looking down at his hands.
"It's okay. You with the dentist is like me with needles. I understand, babe."
There was a knock on the door, and the dentist stepped in and sat down.
"Mr. Anderson, I looked at your x-rays, and you have a small cavity in one of your molars. Blaine's face fell. Kurt squeezed his hand.
"What? No, I would've been able to tell if I had a cavity. I brush my teeth twice a day," he protested.
"It's just a small one, so that's why you didn't feel any pain. We're going to put a crown on it, and it'll be good as new," he told him.
"We have to do it today?" he asked.
"Yes, we're going to do it today." The dentist leaned the chair back and Blaine got panicked again. The dentist left the room for a minute, and Kurt scooted his chair up next to him.
"Hey, don't get upset. It's gonna be okay," he said. "They'll numb it so you won't feel anything. Hold my hand, you're okay."
"Don't leave again," he warned, holding onto him with both hands.
"I'm not going to, but you need to relax. They haven't even started yet. Take a deep breath, honey, or else you're gonna get worked up again." Blaine obeyed, slowly breathing in through his mouth. The dentist returned with the nurse and they got started without wasting any time. Blaine seemed to be doing okay, just uncomfortable. He still wouldn't let up on his grip on Kurt's hand, but he didn't mind. He didn't want him to be in pain, especially when he was already so scared. The dentist starting drilling in his tooth, and Blaine completely freaked out. He tried to turn his head away, but the nurse was quick and held it in place. Before anyone could do anything to stop him, Blaine promptly bit down on his fingers.
"Blaine!" Kurt cried, shocked at what he did. Blaine started crying and the dentist put on a different set of gloves.
"It's okay, it happens," he said. "Keep your mouth open, and we'll try to hurry and get finished here real soon." Blaine looked over at Kurt desperately.
"Blaine, they're almost done. Hold still and it'll be over," he told him. "Take a deep breath."
The doctor finished the filling and sat him up.
"There you are. I'll be back in a minute, and you can go," the dentist said.
"Can we go home?" Blaine asked, sounding funny from his mouth being numb.
"Mm hmm. I'll take you home and get you something to eat. It's Rachel's night to make dinner, so I can watch a movie or something with you, if you want," he offered. "Would you like that?" Blaine nodded contently.
After signing him out, Kurt got to take him home.
"I wanna drive," Blaine mumbled.
"No, baby. Sit back, we'll be home soon," he promised.
"Can I get in bed?"
"Yes, love. I'll tuck you into bed. Quit talking now, you'll make your mouth hurt more." Blaine leaned back and looked out the window, and Kurt made sure to get him home safely.
When they got to their apartment, Kurt walked him up the stairs and inside.
"Go get in bed. I'll be there in a minute." Blaine nodded and walked off. Kurt got him some Tylenol and water and walked back to their shared bed. He helped him sit up to take the medicine, and then laid him back down.
"Don't leave," he begged.
"Relax, I'm not leaving. You need to rest, though. Think you can take a nap?" Blaine didn't answer him. He'd closed his eyes and was already giving in to exhaustion. Kurt smiled down at him and let him sleep.
Author's Notes:
I was reading Keitorin Asthore's series Tumbled (which, if you haven't read any of her work, stop reading this and go do it), and she had a story of Blaine at the dentist, talking about how he bit the dentist's hand the last time, so when someone prompted Blaine at the dentist for me, I decided to write about that!
In my head this takes place after Blaine graduates high school, and he moves in with Kurt and Rachel in their apartment until he and Kurt can afford one of their own.
I've also never had a cavity so I hope how I wrote it was correct. Let me know what you think!