Kurt looked up from his Vogue magazine to his boyfriend. He had gotten surgery to fix his scratched cornea, and he was still acting sort of funny from the drugs. Kurt had been reading to him, but Blaine was beginning to doze in and out of sleep.

"Blaine?" he said softly, patting his upper arm. He opened his good eye and looked up at him sleepily.

"Huh?" he asked.

"I'm gonna go home. You need to rest. Do you want me to help you lay down?" he asked.

"Don't go," Blaine begged, grabbing onto his hand.

"Okay, I'll stay for a little bit," he agreed, sitting back down. "How are you feeling?"

"M' stomach hurts," he said. Kurt was surprised to hear that. He would think his eye would be hurting, not his stomach. Although, sometimes strong drugs caused stomachaches.

"Do you want a drink or something?" he offered. "Maybe a cold drink would help." He shook his head, but didn't look very good. "Let me know if you want me to get you anything. Okay?" Blaine nodded slowly. Kurt had a feeling he didn't really want to be read to anymore, so he just sat there and held his hand. That was all he needed.

He seemed to fall asleep, but several minutes later he opened his eye and leaned forwards.

"Kurt-" he sounded choked. Kurt stood up and put a hand on his back, trying to read him.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Blaine wrapped his arms around his stomach and moaned. Kurt bent down and grabbed his trashcan from under his nightstand. He set it in front of him, and rubbed his back as he got sick. "It's okay," he said to him. "It's okay, you're okay honey."

"My stomach hurts," he repeated, leaning back onto his pillows. Kurt set his trashcan on the floor and squeezed his shoulder.

"I'll go get your mom," he said. "It's okay." Kurt found Blaine's mom in the kitchen cooking, and he explained to her what happened. She came upstairs and got him cleaned up and comfortable again.

"I'll get you some nausea medicine, honey," she told him. "And you need to eat something."

"I'm not hungry," he argued weakly.

"I know, but you'll throw up again if you take medicine on an empty stomach. Just eat a little bit," she coaxed. "Kurt, would you like anything to eat?"

"No, thank you," he answered politely, taking his seat by Blaine. His mom left to get him his medicine. "How are you feeling now?"

"My stomach feels a little better, but I don't wanna eat. My eye hurts, too." Kurt squeezed his hand and couldn't help but feel bad for him.

"It'll get better," he promised. "I'll stay with you if that's what you want. But I can leave you to rest, too."

"Stay," he said quietly. Kurt smiled and pulled his blankets up for him.

His mom returned and made him eat a bowl of soup before giving him some pain and nausea medicine.

"You need to rest, honey. Try to go to sleep. Kurt can stay with you, but you have to rest," she said.

"Okay," he agreed, yawning. His mom kissed his forehead and left the room, pulling the door shut behind her.

"Are you tired?" Kurt asked. Blaine shrugged.

"Little bit. Don't go," he warned.

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised. "Do you want to lie down?" Blaine nodded, and Kurt helped him get situated. "How's your stomach feel?"

"Sort of better," he said, sounding like he was falling asleep.

"I'll stay with you," he whispered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Blaine smiled a little and sighed.

Kurt watched him slowly relax, and grinned when he heard him start to snore lightly. He didn't like watching him get sick and be in pain. He didn't say anything to Blaine, but he felt guilty about all of it. If Blaine hadn't pushed him out of the way, he wouldn't have had to have surgery or any of it. He knew it was silly to feel guilty and that Blaine did it to protect him. If it weren't for him, he'd be the one with the injured eye, and the fact that he took the fall for him made him appreciate him even more.

Author's Notes:

I wasn't originally planning on writing a second part to this but someone prompted this, so I just kind of went with it. Tell me what you think!