Kurt jiggled his leg nervously until Blaine put his hand on Kurt's knee. "Relax. It's just a dentist appointment," Blaine said.
"Clearly you don't get it," Kurt said matter-of-factly.
"What's there to get? They're going to clean your teeth. That's it," Blaine said.
"Yes, with pointy instruments and gross rubber gloves and bright lights and…let's go," Kurt said, jumping out of his chair. Blaine grabbed his wrist and yanked him back down. No wonder Burt had told him to keep a close eye on Kurt when he took him to the dentist. He thought that was really strange advice at first, but now he totally got it.
"Kurt Hummel?" the hygienist asked from the doorway. Kurt sighed and got up. "You can bring your friend with you. I know you're not too fond of us," she said. Blaine gave Kurt a look.
"Told you so," Kurt said. They went into the exam room and Kurt sat down in the chair. Blaine sat down next to him. The hygienist slipped some sunglasses onto Kurt's face and flipped on the lights. Blaine felt Kurt's nails dig into his hand. Blaine put his other hand onto Kurt's shoulder and felt it shaking. He then knelt onto the floor next to the chair and whispered into Kurt's ear.
"You're okay babe. Just relax," Blaine whispered. The shaking subsided slightly. Kurt was fine until the hygienist tapped one tooth the wrong way and Kurt jumped.
"Oh dear, it looks like you have a slight cavity. We'll get you an appointment next week to have that filled," she said, rolling her chair over to the computer to make Kurt an appointment. Blaine made eye contact with Kurt, whose eyes showed nothing but worry.
"Don't worry, I'll be there," Blaine said. "Thank you," Kurt replied. Kurt survived the rest of his appointment, but the true adventure lied in the week to come.