(Psst, hey, just in case you're British- when I say "pants" I mean trousers! Otherwise it's just weird whoops)
Sugary
Kurt hears a muffled groan from the bedroom as he unlocks the door. He rushes quickly down the hall and peeks into the bedroom; on the bed lies Blaine, face down and pants-less, but his moans are pained, not sexy.
"B?"
He turns his face slightly and looks at Kurt through black curls that drape down his face. "Hi- ow," he grunts and curls into himself.
Kurt sits down next to him, and notices a bag on the nightstand- it takes him a moment to realize what the bag previously contained. "Blaine, did you eat every single candy in that bag?"
"Nooo," he says. "There are two of them left."
Kurt picks up the bag and yes, there are two pieces of candy left. Out of a bag that contained about fifty. "B. You totally brought this onto yourself."
Blaine groans at him. "Help me, asshole."
Kurt chuckles and rubs Blaine's back. "I think you kind have to wait till it goes away. But I can get you some water?"
"Yes please."
Kurt squeezes his shoulder. "And a backrub, too. It'll help your muscles relax."
"I should get myself a stomachache more often," Blaine says, laughing for a moment and then groaning again.
Kurt pats his shoulder and stands up. "Karma showed up so quickly on this one that I don't even have to reply. I'm gonna go get you your water now."
"Can I get a lemon in it?"
"Sure thing," Kurt says as he walks out of the room.
"And a bath? With bubbles soap and-"
"Don't push it, Anderson-Hummel!"
Blaine chuckles- and moans again.