"I hate my life," Kurt complained. He held a Ziploc bag full of peas to the side of his now bruising face.
"Stop talking, you'll just feel worse later," Blaine said. He wasn't sure about that, but he just wanted the constant moaning and groaning to stop.
Kurt had gotten his wisdom teeth pulled about six hours beforehand, an his sedative and pain killers had worn off.
While Blaine was experienced in this and didn't mind playing nurse for a few days, he was getting a headache from his fiancee's constant complaints.
"But it hurts," Kurt said.
Blaine ruffled his hair. "I know it does," he said. "How about ice cream? That will make you feel better," Blaine said.
Kurt shook his head. "Putting anything in my mouth right now sounds terrifying," Kurt said.
Blaine smirked.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, Anderson," Kurt said.
"Sorry. But you need to eat something. You haven't eaten since yesterday," Blaine said.
"I don't care. I'm not getting food near the fresh wounds in my face," Kurt said.
Blaine dished out some ice cream for himself instead and sat down on the couch next to Kurt and flipped on the television. "Fine, your loss," Blaine said.
"Good. Be fat," Kurt said.
Blaine laughed under his breath and took a big spoonful of ice cream. He soon found Kurt staring hungrily at the bowl, his eyes following the spoon from the bowl to Blaine's mouth every time.
"Um, can I try just a teeny spoonful?" Kurt asked.
Blaine smiled. "I knew that would get you to eat," he said. He spent the next few hours spoon-feeding Kurt teeny bits of ice cream, little by little, as the patient himself refused to lift the spoon.