Not gonna say anything about the spoilers, not gonna say anything about the spoilers, not gonna say anything about the spoilers…
Okay.
Kurt. Blaine. Backrub.
Go!
Baby Got Back (Ache)
"Dinner's almost ready!" calls Kurt from the kitchen, and Blaine shuts his laptop and lifts himself slowly from the couch- but stops halfway.
He tries to straighten his back further, and, "Oh! Fuck."
"Blaine, can you please help setting the table?"
"Coming in a second!"
He tries to push his back up- fast, like removing a Band-Aid, right?
Apparently, no. This time it really, really hurts. "Fuck!"
"Blaine? Are you alright?"
He thinks about it for a second. "No," he calls back. "Help, please?" He hears some pots and spoon clanking, and then Kurt walks into the living room, finding him sitting with his back bent on the couch.
"Uh… what's wrong?" he asks, coming closer.
"It's my back. I think I sat in a bad position for too long and now… well, I can't really straighten it. It hurts," his sentence ends with a soft whine. It does hurt.
"I told you not to sit like that," says Kurt, a hand on his hip. But then his gaze softens. "Oh, honey. Lie down, I'll go grab the lavender oil and give you a backrub."
Kurt's about to turn and go fetch the oil, but Blaine stops him. "Um. Can you help me?"
"You poor thing. Of course," says Kurt, and strokes Blaine's cheek with the back of his hand. He supports Blaine as he leans back down slowly, and helps him lift his legs onto the couch, moving the pillow from under him as he flips Blaine over, and struggles with taking off his shirt for a moment. "Be right back," he whispers into Blaine's ear, and kisses the back of his neck.
Kurt quickly finds the oil in the nightstand, next to the lube, and debates bringing both- Blaine will be feeling better at some point, after all. But he decides not to assume, and in the worst case scenario, they'll make do, like they have many times before. He grabs the oil and returns to the living room.
"Okay, I'm gonna start gently, and you tell me where it hurts, alright?"
Blaine nods. "Okay."
Kurt situates himself on Blaine's back (well, Blaine's ass), and dribbles some oil on his hands, warming it up before applying it to Blaine's back.
"Lower," hums Blaine. He seems calmer now, more comfortable and feeling secure under Kurt.
Kurt's hand easily finds a lump of muscle. "There?"
Blaine groans. "Yeah. Ow."
"Shh, relax. No, you're stressing the muscles of your neck. Okay, good. I'm gonna do it gently, and you need to tell me if it hurts too much."
Blaine whimpers. "Okay."
Gently, so gently, he presses down and starts rubbing in circles with the tips of his fingers. When Blaine whines again, he eases the pressure, but Blaine whines louder.
"No, no, it's good."
He nods even though Blaine can't see him, and presses down again. "Does it hurt anywhere else?"
"No, just there."
Kurt feels it when it starts dissolving, after fifteen minutes or so. Blaine doesn't, though, he just keeps occasionally whimpering the same as before. Kurt's hands are tired, but he tries to keep going for as long as he can. When Blaine's body is completely languid and pliant, he slows down until he stops entirely.
"I think it's better now, isn't it?" he asks.
Blaine's reply is a snore.
Kurt chuckles and rolls his eyes. "You have a point." He wipes his hands on Blaine's arms- as if that'll help anything, and removes his own shirt before lying down on top of Blaine and letting himself fall asleep as well.