"I thought it was over, but it's not. I'm spinning in circles I can't stop."
Who: justbeingaqueen, rockstarwarbler and woman_or_a_girl (Two Men, a Surrogate, and a Baby)
What: Overdue communications
Where: Hummel-Anderson Home
When: A few days after Blaine's accident, and THIS and THIS
Rating: Open for now
It was a few days after Blaine's accident and he was slowly on the road to recovery. Without the luxury of crutches yet, however, due to the broken ribs, he was mostly isolated to bed and their attached en suite if he needed it, but with Kurt's help getting there and back. He was on regular painkillers, but still uncomfortable and off his food in general, but thank god it turned out to be nothing too serious. Kurt honest to god feared Blaine had been killed in the crash that night, and it was the most terrifying feeling to experience. Arriving at the hospital to find Blaine had been a shock to the system, but a relieving one, nonetheless.
Now there was just a lot of TLC and Kurt had cleared his schedule to take care of Blaine in the first couple of weeks recuperation until he could have the crutches and get a little more independence. Now, he sat beside him on the bed after feeding him some chicken noodle soup, but Blaine didn't even make it through a third of the bowl and Kurt sighed.
"No? All done?" He put the spoon back into the bowl, analysing his husband sitting up there in bed wrapped up in his jammies and bathrobe, damp dark curls unruly over his head after his shower just before dinner. "At least have a bit of toast, okay? You're more fun cuddly than bony, you know," he stated and nudged the plate of buttered toast towards Blaine's hand. He moved on to start trying to comb Blaine's curls into a neater mess with his fingertips, even if it was a mostly lost fight.
What: Overdue communications
Where: Hummel-Anderson Home
When: A few days after Blaine's accident, and THIS and THIS
Rating: Open for now
It was a few days after Blaine's accident and he was slowly on the road to recovery. Without the luxury of crutches yet, however, due to the broken ribs, he was mostly isolated to bed and their attached en suite if he needed it, but with Kurt's help getting there and back. He was on regular painkillers, but still uncomfortable and off his food in general, but thank god it turned out to be nothing too serious. Kurt honest to god feared Blaine had been killed in the crash that night, and it was the most terrifying feeling to experience. Arriving at the hospital to find Blaine had been a shock to the system, but a relieving one, nonetheless.
Now there was just a lot of TLC and Kurt had cleared his schedule to take care of Blaine in the first couple of weeks recuperation until he could have the crutches and get a little more independence. Now, he sat beside him on the bed after feeding him some chicken noodle soup, but Blaine didn't even make it through a third of the bowl and Kurt sighed.
"No? All done?" He put the spoon back into the bowl, analysing his husband sitting up there in bed wrapped up in his jammies and bathrobe, damp dark curls unruly over his head after his shower just before dinner. "At least have a bit of toast, okay? You're more fun cuddly than bony, you know," he stated and nudged the plate of buttered toast towards Blaine's hand. He moved on to start trying to comb Blaine's curls into a neater mess with his fingertips, even if it was a mostly lost fight.