"Jaw breakers were a terrible idea," Blaine complained. During a stroll through downtown Lima on a warm summer day just 24 hours prior, Kurt and Blaine had decided to stop in a candy shop and get something sweet. Blaine had decided on one of the massive jaw breakers. One bite early the following morning caused an unsettling cracking noise and they now sat in the lobby of Blaine's dentist office. \
"I told you those things were too big for human consumption," Kurt said. Blaine gave him a look. "Sorry. How's your tooth feel?"
"Hurts," Blaine replied.
"Blaine Anderson?" A hygienist popped her head into the waiting room.
"That's me," Blaine said. He then turned to Kurt. "Wish me luck," he said before pecking Kurt on the lips.
"Good luck," Kurt said. He watched Blaine walk back into the office. On the way there, they'd had an argument over whether or not Kurt was allowed to be with Blaine while his tooth was getting fixed. Kurt wanted to be there for him because he knew it was going to hurt. Blaine didn't want to see him in pain. Blaine won, Kurt lost. A larger, balding man walked into the waiting room.
"Are you Kurt?" he asked. Kurt nodded.
"I'm Dr. Calder, Blaine's dentist. He cracked his tooth and it needs to be fixed. We're going to give him some laughing gas so he won't be in any pain, but he won't be able to drive. Can you take him home afterwards?" he asked.
"Of course," Kurt replied, a hint of worry in his voice.
"Okay, thank you. It should be about an hour. I'll come get you when he's done." Dr. Calder left the room. Kurt spent the hour pondering Blaine's fate: was he in pain? What were they doing to him? After the longest hour ever, Dr. Calder came back out and got Kurt and led him back to where Blaine was recovering. He was still laying in a dentist chair, staring off into space.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked gently, walking over to him.
"You're pretty. Like a flower," Blaine mumbled. Kurt suppressed a laugh.
"Let's get you home," Kurt said, helping Blaine to his feet. Blaine swayed dangerously, but thankfully stayed upright. They walked out to Kurt's car and Kurt had to help Blaine buckle his seatbelt. "How about we go home and watch a movie. You can pick. And maybe have some ice cream?" Kurt asked. He received no response. Blaine was out cold, sound asleep in the passenger seat already. Kurt chuckled to himself and started the drive home so Blaine could rest peacefully.