Blaine had busied himself with setting the table to distract himself from the fact that Kurt was late for dinner.
He hadn't called or texted or mentioned anything about a late meeting at Vogue before leaving that morning, and Kurt, being a worrywart himself, always called when something came up.
After straightening the forks for the fifth time, Blaine heard the tell-tale sound of a key in the door, and was so relieved when it opened and Kurt appeared.
Kurt seemed to be studying something on the floor, as he didn't look up at Blaine.
"Hey Kurt," Blaine said, trying to make eye contact. He noticed something on Kurt's cheek that hadn't been there when he left that morning.
"Bathroom," Kurt mumbled before darting to the bathroom.
Blaine quickly followed him. Kurt seemed to block Blaine out completely, which only allowed Blaine to notice the scrapes on Kurt's cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and the bloodstained tears in the knees of his pants. "What happened?" Blaine asked quietly.
Kurt didn't respond, and kept dabbing at his scrapes with Neosporin. Blaine started rubbing his back, which was when Kurt's eyes filled with tears, and he let Blaine pull him into his arms. "I had a little fall," Kurt finally admitted. "There was a big crack in the sidewalk and I didn't see it. I look awful."
"You don't look awful," Blaine said. He guided Kurt over to the closed toilet and had him sit down. He then grabbed a wash cloth, wet it, and started dabbing at Kurt's scrapes. "I'm sorry if this hurts a little bit. I just want to clean them out a little," Blaine said. He then spread a little Neosporin on the scrapes. "There, all better," Blaine said.
"Thank you," Kurt said, hugging Blaine.
"No problem. Go lay down, and let Nurse Blaine bring you dinner," Blaine said.
Kurt smiled and went to go lay down. He was so happy to have such a great nurse take care of him all night.