AN: And a Klaine drabble dealing with the aftermath of the slushy. No I couldn't resist.
With the hand not holding two plastic champagne flutes, Kurt knocked on the door to his boyfriend's room. From the chair beside Blaine's bed, Mrs. Anderson looked up.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Kurt! No come in. He's been asking for you."
"Yeah, well I finally managed to sneak past the nurses. Seems Blaine's only supposed to have family visiting."
"Which you are," Mrs. Anderson told him, getting to her feet. She crossed over to him and gave him a hug. "I'm going to get some coffee," she said taking a step back. "I'll tell the nurses not to try shooing you away."
"Thanks," Kurt told her.
As Mrs. Anderson left, Kurt crossed to the chair she had left. He placed the plastic flutes on the bedside table and sitting down, he reached out and placed his hand over Blaine's hand. Kurt was so grateful that the surgery had gone well and the doctor's expected a full recovery.
It wasn't long before Blaine was waking up.
"Now this I exactly what I want to wake up to," Blaine said softly. "Though, I'll be happier when I can see you with two eyes."
"It won't be long," Kurt told him, squeezing his hand before letting go and standing. He retrieved the plastic flutes and began to pour water into them.
"What are you doing?"
"Proposing a toast," Kurt said, handing Blaine one of the flutes. "To a speedy recovery."
Blaine laughed as he knocked plastic flutes with Kurt. "I'll second that," he said before they both took a sip of the water.
Growing serious Kurt looked down at his boyfriend. "Blaine, I haven't thanked you yet for stepping in front of that slushy for me. No one's ever done something like that for me."
Blaine reached out and grabbed Kurt's hand. "I love you Kurt. I would take a rock salt slushy to the face for you any day." He gave Kurt's hand a little tug urging him to sit down on the edge of the bed. Kurt was only too happy to oblige him.