The companion piece for yesterday! Hope you like it :D
Blaine's Headache Days
Blaine's headache days were entirely different from Kurt's.
He'd stay at work for as long as possible, not replying to text messages, and as soon as he got home, he'd take off all of his clothes and get right into the shower.
That's where Kurt would usually join, asking if he wanted dinner or a backrub. The answer would usually be no to the first and yes to the latter; then, Kurt would massage his back lovingly while rubbing sweetly-scented soap all over his body, which most days resulted in Blaine's dick growing so hard Kurt just took pity of him and sucked him off right then and there in the shower, before neither could even think about making it to bed.
That day, Kurt caught him during the in-between. Traffic was light, and he got home early just by a few minutes, finding him half naked in the bedroom, his face red and teary.
"Oh no, honey," he said and wrapped Blaine in a hug.
"Headache," Blaine whimpered. "Bad day at work. So tired. Help."
It had taken Kurt so long to teach Blaine he was allowed to use that word- help. That he was allowed to ask for that. That Kurt would always give him the needed help.
"Of course, of course," Kurt stroked his face gently. "Come on, let's shower and get you in bed, alright?"
Blaine nodded, wiping away his tears. His breaths were uneven as Kurt took off the rest of his clothes as well as his own before leading him to the shower.
Kurt had to physically support Blaine throughout the shower, cleansing him thoroughly and barely minding himself; he quickly dried them both off with a towel and didn't bother dressing either of them in more than a pair of boxers before tucking Blaine into the bed and kissing his forehead.
"Sleep, honey."
Blaine curled into him and whispered a quiet 'goodnight', falling asleep almost instantly. He must've been exhausted- it was so bad Kurt could sense it in his tense muscles.
Ever so tenderly, he laid Blaine on his stomach, rolling from under him and moving to straddle his back. He found Blaine's favorite body lotion in the nightstand drawer and squirted some out into his hands, warming it up before applying it to Blaine's shoulders and neck, rubbing it in with small circular motions.
"'hy 're you on my 'ack?" asked Blaine in a soft voice, barely awake.
"I'm giving you a backrub," Kurt whispered, hoping to lure Blaine back to sleep.
"'idn't as' for a back'ub..."
"You always want a backrub," reasoned Kurt. "And you're so tense. Let me help." He worked his hands calmly, calmingly, breaking down the stress little by little. Blaine hummed and sank deeper into the mattress
"God, I 'ove you."
Kurt kissed his soft hair, nuzzling it for a moment. "Sleep," he murmured. "It's okay." They both breathed together for a moment, Kurt's hands still kneading Blaine's muscles slowly. "It's okay."