Author's Note: I've neglected all of you once again! I'm sorry. I was struggling to get over a cold, and trying to juggle two jobs, being sick, and writing is quite the task!
Disclaimer: If you recognize it from Glee, it doesn't belong to me.
Blaine groaned again, eyelashes fluttering as he shifted under the sheets. "Blaine, squeeze my hand if you can hear me." Blaine's fingers tightened around Kurt's hand, rousing the other boy.
Kurt raised his head, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Carole?" he murmured.
"Hi, sweetheart," she whispered, resting a hand on his shoulder and the other on Blaine's head.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Blaine squeezed your hand. That's what woke you."
Kurt shot up from the chair, leaning over Blaine, their hands still clasped together. He gently touched his boyfriend's cheek. "Blaine, can you hear me?"
Blaine's eyes remained closed as his lips moved slightly. Kurt leaned down until Blaine's lips nearly brushed his ear. "What was that, honey?"
"Love you," Blaine whispered, voice barely audible. Tears filled Kurt's eyes.
"I love you, too," he whispered, eyes falling shut.
A tear slid down his cheek, falling from his face and landing on Blaine's.
"Why are you crying?" he whispered.
"It's not important," Kurt replied, another tear landing on Blaine's cheek.
"Yes, it is," Blaine whispered. Kurt kissed his cheek before standing up, his hand still tightly clasping Blaine's.
"I'm going to get your doctor," he said. "We can talk later."
As Kurt began to pull his hand away, Blaine's fingers tightened around his. "Don't go."
Kurt glanced over his shoulder, and Carole nodded, leaving the room to go get a nurse.
Minutes later, the nurse barged in, poking and prodding at Blaine, who mumbled protests while tugging weakly on Kurt's arm. The door opened, and Blaine's doctor entered, examining Blaine in the same way as the nurse.
"Well. Vitals look good. How are you feeling?"
"Like I got run over by a truck."
The doctor chuckled lightly. "That's to be expected. Any major complaints?"
Blaine shook his head. "Good. We're going to keep you here for another couple of days, but you should be able to go home early next week."
The doctor headed for the door. "I'll come see you later today. Mrs. Hummel, could I speak with you for a moment?"
"Of course!" Carole replied, following the doctor into the hallway.
As the door clicked shut behind Carole, Blaine shifted restlessly on the bed. Kurt stood, taking Blaine's hand in his once more. Blaine smiled slightly, squeezing Kurt's hand as he whispered something too soft for Kurt to hear.
"What was that?" Kurt asked, leaning closer.
"I love you," Blaine murmured.
Kurt felt tears well in his eyes. "I love you, too," he whispered, a tear escaping and landing on Blaine's cheek.
"Why does that make you cry?" Blaine asked. "It should make you happy!"
"I am happy," Kurt whispered. "But I didn't think I'd ever hear your voice again. I was so scared that I'd never hear you say my name ever again." Tears fell quickly down his cheeks, and Kurt bit his lip to hold back a sob. Blaine's left hand was still clasped tightly in Kurt's right. He struggled to lift his right arm, but the weight of the cast was too much for his unused muscles.
Frustrated, Blaine tugged on his hand, pulling it from Kurt's grasp and resting his hand on Kurt's neck. "C'mere," he said, tugging gently.
Kurt leaned down, and Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's, tongue tracing lightly over the seam before parting them gently. He buried his fingers in Kurt's hair, pulling him closer.
"Boys, do you want anything to-Oh!" Carole paused in the doorway, a hand flying to her mouth as Kurt jerked away from Blaine, face scarlet. "I was going to ask if you boys wanted something to eat...but it seems you might be hungry for...another things."
"Carole!" Kurt protested, the blush on his cheeks deepening.
"I'll leave you two alone," Carole said, smiling. "Behave!" she left the room, and the door clicked shut behind her.
Silence reigned for a moment as Kurt tried to recover from his mortification. Blaine's shoulders shook with silent laughter.
"I'm glad you find my embarrassment so amusing," Kurt grumbled.
"It could be worse," Blaine offered.
"How so?" Kurt asked moodily.
"You could have been doing something more...intimate than kissing me," Blaine replied suggestively.
Kurt quirked a brow. "Such as...?"
Blaine raised his hand, beckoning Kurt with his index finger. Smirking, Kurt leaned over him.
"Are you suggesting I do something like this?" Kurt asked, fingers trailing lightly down Blaine's chest before resting on his abdomen. Blaine groaned, his hips shifting on the bed. Kurt took his hand away, bringing it to Blaine's face.
"Tease," Blaine grumped.
"Public indecency may be a thing for you, but I'm not interested. I'll kiss you again, though."
Blaine pouted, and Kurt leaned closer. "And I won't stop if anyone comes in this time."
Blaine grinned, reaching up to pull Kurt's face to his.
"No."
"Blaine, it's hospital policy."
"I'm not riding in a wheelchair. I'm not an invalid!"
"They won't let you leave any other way."
"No."
Kurt sighed, gazing beseechingly at Carole.
She sat next to Blaine on the bed, resting a hand on his knee. "Kurt's right," she said. "Besides, you really shouldn't walk too much on your ankle, yet, and crutches aren't an option with your arm in a cast."
Blaine sulked. Kurt leaned close, his lips on Blaine's ear as he murmured, "I'll blow you when we get home, but you have to cooperate so we can-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence as Blaine stood, hobbling over to the wheelchair and plopping himself down.
"...Kurt what did you bribe him with?" Carole asked. Kurt shook his head.
"You don't want to know."
Kurt settled Blaine on the bed, the bedcovers pulled down to the end. Once Blaine was comfortable, Kurt stepped away, closing the door fully and flipping the lock shut.
Kurt didn't respond as he moved back to the bed. "Close your eyes," he whispered, running his fingers over Blaine's chest. Blaine complied, sighing contently as Kurt's fingers moved lower, toying with the waistband of his sweatpants.
Kurt felt Blaine tense beneath his fingers and he stilled his hand. "We can do this later..." he said, shifting his hand to rest on Blaine's torso.
Blaine groaned, shifting restlessly. "No, I want you to. Just...don't expect too much participation from me. I'm so tired..."
"That might work in my favor, actually," Kurt said, easing Blaine's pants down and settling between his legs.
"What do you mean?" Blaine murmured.
Kurt draped an arm across Blaine's hips. "Less chance for you to choke me," he replied.
And then Kurt took him in his mouth, relaxing his throat and engulfing Blaine's cock in tight warmth.
"Kurt, fuck, warn a guy," Blaine gasped, his hips bucking reflexively.
If Kurt could have, he would have been smirking up at his boyfriend. He settled for humming in amusement, the vibration drawing a harsh moan from Blaine.
"This really-nnnggh-isn't fair you know," Blaine panted as Kurt pulled away, flattening his tongue against the underside of Blaine's cock.
Kurt hmmm'd around him, questioning.
"I'm at your mercy here," Blaine said. Kurt hummed in agreement. "Fuck, stop that, would you? I'm not gonna last."
Kurt pulled away entirely, Blaine's cock falling from his lips with a pop. "I didn't mean stop everything," Blaine whined.
Kurt grinned, pressing a kiss to the inside of Blaine's thigh before swiping his tongue over the head of his cock.
"It's not nice to tea-" Blaine's protest was cut off by a moan, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as Kurt mouthed at the head of his cock. The noises Kurt was making were positively obscene, and Blaine whined, his back arching as he tried to thrust his hips towards Kurt's mouth. Kurt leaned more weight on the arm across Blaine's hips, holding him firmly in place as Kurt bobbed down.
Kurt swallowed around Blaine's cock, cheeks hollowing as he pulled away. "Fuck, Kurt, I-"
Kurt's free hand reached between Blaine's legs, gently squeezing his balls. Kurt pulled back, teeth grazing gently as one of his fingers slid past Blaine's balls and brushed lightly over his hole. Blaine's hand fisted in Kurt's hair and yanked him closer as Kurt traced the puckered flesh. Kurt shifted the arm across Blaine's hips until his fingers dug into Blaine's right hip.
He squeezed tightly, knowing his fingers would leave bruises. Blaine gasped above him, his entire body tensing for a split-second before Kurt felt him start shuddering as Blaine came hard. Kurt swallowed around him, closing his eyes as he focused on the taste of Blaine on his tongue. He sat up, Blaine's cock falling from his lips with a pop, and crawled forward, covering Blaine's mouth with his own.
Blaine moaned into the kiss, his left hand grasping the back of Kurt's neck and tugging him closer. Kurt's knees slid on the bed, lowering his body so his erection rubbed at Blaine's hips. Blaine trailed his hand down Kurt's back, sliding it around his waist and reaching between Kurt's legs. Kurt broke the kiss, grinning as he pushed Blaine's hand away. "No," he whispered.
"But-"
Kurt kissed him, a soft brush of his lips over Blaine's. "This is about me taking care of you," he whispered, pulling away and tugging Blaine's sweatpants up. Kurt trailed kisses up his chest before collapsing on the bed next to him, one arm resting lightly on Blaine's chest.
"Mmm," Blaine sighed, his head tilting sideways to rest against Kurt's. "If you insist," he mumbled sleepily.
Kurt didn't respond. He ran his palm gently over Blaine's stomach, rubbing gently until Blaine's breathing evened out. A few minutes later, he rolled away from Blaine, tugging the covers over him before leaving the room and closing the door softly behind him.