It was nearing midnight. Kurt was doing his nightly skin routine before going to bed. He had peeled Blaine off of the phone not long ago and had told him to go to bed. Kurt had to take Blaine to get his wisdom teeth removed in the morning and Blaine was a little more than anxious. He didn't want to get off the phone! Kurt laid down in bed, also a bit nervous for the next day himself. He wasn't looking forward to nursing a grumpy, loopy, in-pain Blaine back to health for a week. What an awful way to spend a week of the summer! Kurt was almost asleep when he heard a knock on the door downstairs. He thought it was his imagination at first, but he kept hearing it. Grabbing his giant nationals trophy to use as a weapon, he went downstairs to open the door. There Blaine stood, looking startled, as Kurt was about to take a swing at him with the trophy. "Blaine, what are you doing?" Kurt asked.
"I couldn't sleep," he replied. Kurt noticed he was holding a duffel bag full of stuff, all ready to spend the week at Kurt's house. In one fist, he held a small, brown stuffed bear.
"Come inside," Kurt said. They walked upstairs to Kurt's room and sat on Kurt's bed. "Tell me what's wrong," Kurt said, rubbing Blaine's back.
"I'm scared," Blaine said quietly. "I've never had surgery like this before."
"You're going to be fine. They're giving you a sedative. You're not going to feel anything," Kurt said.
"It's still going to hurt," Blaine said.
"I know. It's not going to be fun. But I promise, I'm a great nurse. I'm going to make it better." Kurt gave him a kiss. "You need to get some sleep," Kurt said.
"Cuddle?" Blaine asked with sad eyes.
"Of course," Kurt said. Kurt laid down with Blaine. "I love you. I'm going to keep you safe, okay?" Kurt said. Blaine nodded. Kurt kissed his cheek and held him until he fell asleep. The next week was rough, but Blaine made it through, all with the help of Kurt.