"You okay in there, Blainers?" Kurt asked, searching Blaine's eyes for any sign of awareness. Blaine had gotten the surgery done today on his eye after Sebastian's rogue Slushie and Kurt was now playing nurse for a few days, as Blaine's parents were out of town, like always.
"Kurt?" Blaine mumbled, and then he started to giggle.
"What's so funny?" Kurt asked, pulling Blaine's quilt up to his chest.
"There's an alpaca eating your hair," Blaine said, now on the verge of hysterical laughter.
"Oh, I know about him. That's my old friend Charlie. He comes to visit sometimes," Kurt said, smoothing Blaine's loose, fluffy curls down.
"Oh…" Blaine said, suddenly very spacey again. Blaine then drifted back into the very bizarre sort of slumber he had been in and out of ever since his surgery was over. Kurt sat at his bedside for the hour that Blaine slept. Blaine stirred ever so slightly and gently at first, and then a small whine escaped his lips.
"Hey, what's the matter? Are you in pain?" Kurt asked, placing his hand gently on Blaine's shoulder.
"Hurts," Blaine mumbled out, barely audible.
"I have your meds right here. Do you want them?" Blaine nodded. Kurt helped Blaine sit up and Blaine's head lolled to the side a bit. Kurt held the glass for him as he readily chugged the water to help him swallow the pill. Blaine then lost the battle with the anesthetic that was still in his system and slumped onto Kurt's shoulder, completely exhausted. Kurt helped him lay back down in bed. Tears were trickling out of Blaine's good eye.
"Hurts bad," Blaine squeaked out.
"I know babe, but the pain medicine will set in soon," Kurt cooed, toying with Blaine's curls. After some more tears, Blaine's eyes started to blink sleepily. Kurt hummed a quiet sweet lullaby and soon enough Blaine was sleeping peacefully with a slight smile on his lips.