Even though it was just Blaine and him in their tiny New York City apartment, they still made time to eat dinner together every Friday night. They took turns cooking every week, and then would watch movies until they fell asleep. It was Blaine's night to cook, so Kurt set the table while he was chopping lettuce for the salad. He heard him gasp and drop something.

"Blaine?" he turned around and his mouth dropped open. He had managed to cut open his wrist. "Oh gosh, what happened?" he asked. He pulled him over to the sink and ran water over it, then pressed a paper towel against it.

"I don't know, it just slipped," he said, panicking. "It hurts, and it's bleeding really bad. Make it stop."

"Calm down, you're okay," he told him. He pulled over a chair from the table and had him sit down. "Just let me clean it up and put a bandage on it. You'll be okay."

"But it hurts," he whined. "You know, we should go to the doctor." Kurt looked at him skeptically.

"Blaine, look at it." The cut barely broke his skin, and was only about half an inch in length. "You're gonna live. Now sit still while I take care of it."

"I need stitches," he went on. "This'll leave a scar if I don't get stitches."

"It's not very deep," he reassured him. "If it were deeper I'd take you to get stitches, but it's perfectly fine." He opened the medicine cabinet and got out their first aid kit. There was rubbing alcohol and plenty of bandages in it. "Here you go. This'll sting, but stay still or else it'll start to bleed more."

"No, please, I'd rather have a doctor do it," he pleaded.

"Blaine, the doctor would do the exact same thing I'm going to do. You're not getting stitches, now just let me clean it out," he told him. He held his arm out over the sink and poured the alcohol over it. Blaine squeezed Kurt's arm and bit down on his lip. "It's okay, hold still." Blaine tried to wiggle away, but Kurt had a much stronger grip on him. He held his arm until he got the bandage on him. "There. See? It'll be all better in just a few days."

"Thanks," Blaine said, clearly embarrassed as he put the kitchen chair back. "I need to finish dinner."

"I can do it if you want," Kurt offered. "You can go sit down."

"No, I got it," he insisted. Kurt smiled. He had just spent the last five minutes insisting he needed a doctor and stitches for his cut, but he was already back to normal, like nothing even happened.

Author's Notes:

This isn't really a sickfic and it's super short but I hope you enjoy some cutesy Klaine!

P.S. I won't be updating Aftermath today since I have literally a ton of work to get done, plus watch Glee. But I will post tomorrow or Saturday!