"…and he won't even let me into his room. Even my mom can't get him to do anything, and she's tried everything," Finn whispered to Blaine as they climbed the stairs of the Hudson-Hummel house. Kurt didn't know Blaine had come over, since Carole and Finn had had to secretly recruit him to get a very stubborn Kurt to cooperate with them.
He was refusing to take his pain medicine. Ever since Blaine had gotten the call at Dalton the day before that Kurt had taken a bad fall during a glee rehearsal and fractured his upper arm, Blaine had sped to Lima to be with him, and stayed with him in the emergency room and even after they got home later that evening. But now, according to Finn, Kurt wasn't taking his very-needed painkillers, claiming they made him feel nauseous and sleepy, and didn't help with the pain anyway. So that left him irritable, in pain, and exhausted from not being able to sleep.
Carole appeared on the upstairs landing with Blaine and Finn with a laundry basket in her arms. She looked like she hadn't slept much, either. "Oh, honey, I'm so glad you're here. Finn must have told you already. He hasn't slept since five this morning, and now he won't eat either. He got sick last night and I think he's afraid of it happening again. But he's in so much pain and he won't listen to any of us. I've tried calling his dad and even bribing him, but he's just as stubborn as usual. His dad gets home from DC tomorrow night, and I know Kurt will feel better when he's back, but he's just so miserable right now. Finn and I figured if he won't listen to us, maybe you could try to talk to him?"
Blaine smiled. He had seen Kurt's stubbornness come out on more than one occasion. But now he was injured, weak, and probably already annoyed with his family, so it was going to be a challenge.
"I'll try," he agreed. "No promises, though. But I'll do my best."
"Careful." Finn caught Blaine by the arm just as he had turned to go into Kurt's room. "He's really grumpy. Like, mean. Just don't get offended if he says something to you."
Blaine nodded, making a mental note as he cautiously tapped open his boyfriend's door. The last thing he wanted was to make Kurt mad.
At first glance, it looked like he was sleeping. But Kurt opened his eyes when he heard someone coming in. His bedhead and puffy eyes made him look even worse, and his injured arm was still wrapped up tight, snug in a sling, and resting on a pillow with an ice pack.
"Hey, you," Blaine said, sitting criss-cross on the bed, moving carefully so he didn't disturb Kurt's arm. "I wanted to surprise you. Carole and Finn said you're not feeling so great."
Kurt grumbled and rubbed at his eyes, yawning. "I look like crap," he complained. "You didn't have to come over."
Blaine smoothed Kurt's hair down a little and offered him his glass of water from his nightstand, even though Kurt shook his head. "You look fine," he assured him. "You have a valid excuse to stay in bed in pajamas all day."
Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, wincing in pain. Blaine bit his lip, unsure of the right thing to say.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "Does it hurt?"
Kurt's eyes watered, and he quickly wiped away any tears before they fell. "I'm fine," he insisted. "I didn't ask you to come over. I just want my dad to be home."
For a split second Blaine was hurt, until he remembered Finn's warning in the hallway. Kurt was miserable. He couldn't help it that he was being rude.
"I know," Blaine said, scooting a little closer to him and pulling up his comforter to keep him cozy. "But he's coming home tomorrow, right? He'll be able to go with you when you have your appointment with the orthopedist. Once your arm is in a cast it'll feel a lot better."
Kurt looked down at his lap, not saying anything. Blaine figured he just regretted what he had said. He took Kurt's hand and squeezed it. "Have you eaten lunch yet? I could make you something to eat, if you're hungry. Does anything sound good?"
Kurt pulled his hand away from Blaine's. "I'm not hungry, and I don't want to eat anything. Could you please just go home? I look bad and I don't want anything to eat, and you're not helping me feel better. Please just leave."
Blaine slowly stood up, frowning. If Kurt didn't want him there, he wasn't going to stay. And the last thing he wanted to do was make him angrier. Kurt turned his face away as Blaine walked to the doorway.
"Okay," he told him, resigned. "I'll leave you alone. Feel better, okay? I'll talk to you later."
Blaine left, shutting Kurt's door behind him. He didn't let himself get frustrated, though, especially since he knew he hadn't done anything wrong. Kurt would come around when he got to feeling better.
"Any luck with him?" Carole asked when she saw Blaine coming downstairs.
Blaine shook his head, fishing his keys from his pocket to leave. "He got mad at me for coming over. I offered to make him something to eat and he told me to leave, so I didn't want to push him. I told him I'd talk to him later."
Carole stood to give him a hug. "Well, thank you for trying, honey. You know he's not mad at you, right? He'll be back to himself hopefully soon-"
They were interrupted by a cry coming from upstairs. Carole paused, and the three of them heard it again, louder.
"Blaine?"
Blaine hurried back up the stairs, cutting off the conversation with Kurt's stepmother. If he needed anything, he had caught Blaine just in time before he left. When he stepped back inside his boyfriend's room, he found Kurt crying, not even trying to hide it this time.
"What's the matter?" Blaine asked, sitting back on the bed and wiping away his tears with his thumb. "You can tell me, I'm right here."
Kurt sniffled, and he took in a shaky breath. "My arm hurts." His voice was barely audible, and he broke down even more after he had said it. "Don't leave, I don't want you to leave, I-I didn't mean it."
Blaine immediately pulled him close, letting Kurt cry into his shoulder as he shushed him. "I know, I know you didn't mean it. You just feel bad, I get it. Let's try to fix it, okay? Would you like to take some painkillers and eat something? That would help a lot."
Kurt, still stubborn as ever, shook his head. "The pills made me throw up," he confessed. "I hate throwing up."
Blaine tried to think of a solution for him as he gave him a drink of water from the glass on his nightstand. "That shouldn't happen again," Blaine assured him. "Your body dealt with a lot yesterday, so all the stress probably made you feel sick. If you eat something bland it shouldn't be bad. How about some soup? Or if you're hungrier than that, maybe some chicken and noodles?"
"Soup's fine," Kurt peeped. "Just make it stop hurting."
Blaine had his boyfriend sit up on his own again so he could stand up. "I'll do my best. Give me a minute though, okay? I'll be right back. Once you've eaten and taken your medicine, then we can relax."
He shuffled back downstairs and informed Carole and Finn of Kurt's little breakdown. Carole immediately sent Finn to the Lima Bean to pick up Kurt's food, while she grabbed his prescription bottle and went up with Blaine to give him his medicine.
"Oh, honey," she gushed, noticing how Kurt had been crying. "Finn is going to get your food. He'll be back in just a little bit, then you can eat. Here, take your pills now so they can start to kick in."
"They'll hurt my stomach," Kurt whined, even though he took the medicine from Carole. Blaine handed him his water as he sat back next to him.
"It shouldn't hurt since you're going to be eating here pretty soon," Carole promised. "And if your stomach does get upset we have more medicine for that, too."
Kurt hesitantly swallowed the pills, choking a little before they went all the way down.
"That'll help," Blaine said, taking his hand and squeezing it a little. "Once you eat you'll be all set."
"Do you need anything else right now, honey?" Carole asked. Kurt shook his head, and leaned up against Blaine's shoulder. "I'll bring you your soup as soon as Finn gets back. Just try to rest and let your medicine start to work."
She left the two of them alone once she was sure Kurt was okay, and neither one said anything for several minutes. Kurt hid himself in Blaine's shoulder, gripping his bedsheets with a tight fist and whining under his breath every so often. But slowly Blaine could feel him relax by the way his breathing slowed and how he shut his eyes, exhausted.
"Are you feeling any better?" Blaine asked him. Kurt shrugged and blinked several times.
"Just tired," Kurt sighed. "When I woke up this morning I couldn't fall back asleep."
Blaine watched him yawn, and he couldn't help but smile a little. Kurt did look pretty bad. But at the same time, he was still his handsome self, just broken, for the time being.
"Let's take a nap," Blaine suggested. "It couldn't hurt. And you'll wake up feeling better."
Kurt nodded, sinking a little more into his pillows and leaning more on his boyfriend. Blaine covered him up and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, since Kurt's moodiness couldn't even begin to compare to how much Blaine cared for him.
Author's Notes:
I wrote this over the weekend and meant to post it Sunday night, then school happened and somehow it became Thursday. So yeah.
The idea for this came because I broke my arm like Kurt did about nine years ago, and the past week or so it's started to hurt again, so I took my frustrations out on poor Kurt. But at least his Prince Charming was there for him.