Well prompts!week ended abruptly and without me noticing. It was lots of fun! Thank you so much, guys :)
Lollipop
"I'm okay, Kurt, it's just a little cut," Blaine complains when Kurt forces him onto the couch.
"Sit down and press this-" Kurt hands him a wet cloth, "-over it until I find the Neosporin and bandages."
Blaine sighs, and takes the cloth, waiting for Kurt to go and find the first aid kit.
"Press it on the cut," says Kurt with a hand on his waist. Blaine rolls his eyes and obeys. "Thank you," Kurt chirps and goes to hunt down some bandages and Neosporin. He finds them quickly in the bathroom inside the medicine cupboard, and nearly runs back to the living room to Blaine who, right as he steps into sight, presses the cloth quickly back to his skin.
"Ugh, you are the worst," he declares, kneeling by his side and unscrewing the Neosporin tube. "Let me take care of you for five fucking seconds and you can go back to cooking. I'm cutting the veggies, though," he says, squeezing some of the ointment onto his ring finger and grabbing Blaine's injured hand. "If you stay still and let me heal your wound peacefully, I'll buy you a lollipop."
Blaine's face lights up. "Really?"
Kurt grins. "Yes, really. You're such a five-year-old." He dabs the ointment on the cut, gentle and precise, and Blaine relaxes at the cooling sensation. "There we go, just a moment." He wipes his finger on the wet cloth, tears open the wrap around the bandage and eases it out, sticking it around Blaine's wounded finger. Then, he ducks his head and kisses Blaine's hand gently. "There. All done," he smiles at Blaine, who giggles.
"Do I get a lollipop for being good?" Blaine asks, smiling brightly.
"Yes, darling, of course. We'll go to the store after dinner." Kurt kisses him on the lips and stands up. "My five-year-old husband," he sighs and shakes his head. "You're so lucky you're cute."