Kurt and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day
Author: klainehappens
Title: Kurt and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day
Rating: R
Pairing: Klaine
Word Count: 4019
Length: Oneshot
Warnings: Written for this prompt over at the GKM. Basically - this is an h/c fic with some medical stuff thrown in and also some necessary and unconventional fingering.
Summary: When Kurt is sick with the flu, it's up to Blaine to take care of his boy and he's happy to do whatever Kurt needs him to.
Blaine feels a blazing jolt of guilt shoot down his spine and quickly curl into his gut as he observes the stricken look on his boyfriend's face.
"But Blaine, you promised," Kurt murmurs, all traces of his usual sass and spitfire nowhere to be seen. His usually rosy pink cheeks are lacking the healthy hue and are instead lightly tinted with a sickly shade of green that only an epic flu like this one can cause.
Kurt is sitting on the edge of the exam table, looking like he would have bolted already if he had the strength to stand on his own and the look of utter betrayal on his face is enough to make Blaine feel downright criminal. He knows he shouldn't have promised something he has no control over but at the time, he'd told himself it was alright since it was part of keeping another promise. The one he'd made to Burt Hummel at the airport less than three months ago that he would take care of his son - no matter what. And apparently no matter what means lying to Kurt in order to get him to the campus health clinic.
"I'm sorry babe," Blaine murmurs from his spot on the chair opposite the exam table. "I didn't know they would have to..." he trails off, fiddling a little with the bowl in his hands - the bowl he's brought from home in case Kurt hurls again like he's been doing continuously for the past 24 hours. "Do you really have to?" He asks the doctor who has been kind enough to let Blaine accompany his boyfriend in for the exam. "He's afraid of needles."
The doctor turns to Blaine with a sympathetic look on his face. "It really is in Kurt's best interest," he says as if Blaine is the parent and Kurt is the child. "If we don't get his fever down, I'm going to have to send him to the hospital."
"No!" Kurt croaks, managing to at least sound emphatic about that through his misery. "I'm okay. I'm fine." He starts to try and stand but ends up feeling woozy.
"Babe, don't!" Blaine gets up from his chair and comes over to slip an arm around Kurt's waist. His hand ends up gliding against the thin stripe of warm skin where Kurt's t-shirt has ridden up a little in the back. It's actually one of Blaine's old Dalton tees and he happens to find Kurt extra adorable when he wears his clothes. He can tell Kurt is still burning up no matter how much he tries to insist that he's fine.
"Blaine," Kurt's voice cracks pathetically as he leans his head over to rest it on his boyfriend's shoulder. "I don't want to go to the hospital."
And even though Blaine can no longer see his face, he knows there are tears pooling in Kurt's usually bright blue eyes. "I know, sweetheart," he tries to soothe, gently rubbing Kurt's hip in a comforting manner as the doctor unlocks a cabinet full of supplies.
"Please don't let him make me go," Kurt softly cries, weakly clinging to the man he loves and feeling so, so out of control of the situation. And if there is one thing Kurt Hummel hates above all else, it's being out of control.
"I don't want you to have to be admitted to the hospital either, Kurt," the doctor smiles warmly as he pulls on a fresh pair of gloves. "That's why I want to do everything I can to help you here, okay?"
"Kurt, please," Blaine pleads. "Let him help you, baby. I know you can be brave for me, Kurt...my strong, brave boy," he whispers into Kurt's ear. The doctor doesn't' need to hear the whispered reassurances of lovers, Blaine thinks.
As Kurt hears those words, all of the fight goes out of him and he closes his eyes in surrender. Yes, he can be brave for Blaine. Being with Blaine is so much different than being on his own. Blaine makes Kurt want to aim higher, do more, be better. "O-okay" he murmurs an assent, forcing himself upright once more to attempt to wrangle an arm out of his (actually Blaine's) unzipped hoodie he's wearing over the Dalton shirt. Even though he's burning up, Kurt's teeth are practically chattering once the room temperature air hits his now bare arm.
"There you go," Blaine says, giving him another gentle squeeze. "You're so good, Kurt," he whispers before the doctor makes his way back to the table with a capped syringe and an alcohol pad in his hand.
Kurt groans and offers his arm toward the doctor before turning to bury his face in Blaine's shoulder once again. Tears are silently sliding down his cheeks and wetting Blaine's shirt but even as overwhelmed as Kurt is, he knows Blaine would never mind. Blaine is so, so good at doing these things for Kurt and being exactly what Kurt needs him to be that it compels Kurt to do everything he can to make Blaine proud - which is why he's resigned himself to getting stabbed in the arm...or so he thinks.
"Actually," the doctor says gently, looking at Blaine as he speaks. "This particular injection works the best when administered into fatty tissue. The arm isn't the best site for this kind of injection. We've found the thigh and hip area to generally be the best for most patients."
"What?" Kurt slides an eye open to glare at the doctor.
Blaine wants to sigh but he doesn't. He knows he needs to be the strong one right now. "Babe," he says softly. "It's gonna be okay."
"It needs to be injected into the fattiest part of your body, Kurt," the doctor says, clearly not happy about having to break this news to an already stressed out patient. "I promise I will get this over and done with as quickly as possible and hopefully you won't have to see me again any time soon. You've got such little body fat on you that we're going to have to administer it to..."
"You want to put a needle in my ass like I'm some five year old kid?" Kurt snips, effectively cutting off the older man.
For a second, Blaine almost grins because he hasn't seen that much spark in Kurt in the past three days. "Kurt," he gently chides, rubbing at his hip again with the hand that is curled around his currently miserable boyfriend's waist.
That soft but reproachful tone is all it takes for an already overwhelmed Kurt to burst into actual sobs and he closes his eyes again, able to feel his cheeks start to heat with embarrassment, even through the fever.
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine swears his heart is breaking because whenever Kurt cries, it suddenly becomes his personal mission to set things right and he knows there's nothing he can do for Kurt now as far as magically making everything okay. "Baby, come on. You're gonna get through this and we're gonna go home and you're gonna feel better, okay?"
It takes a lot more whispers and promises on Blaine's part before Kurt is laying face down on the exam table, his face buried in his arms. He's given Blaine permission to do what he needs to do to help the doctor and a moment later when Blaine gently tugs the waistband of Kurt's sweats down below his ass, a fresh wave of sobs rolls over the sick boy's body.
In an instant, Blaine is up at the head of the table, gently stroking his fingers through Kurt's hair, assuring him that it really is going to be okay, he promises, and Kurt has enough energy to look up and point out that Blaine had promised there would be no needles today and now look where that had got them.
Kurt regrets being a brat but he's practically operating on autopilot at this point, his body reacting of its own accord without consulting him first. He feels awful - like he could puke again at any moment and now a total stranger is staring at his bare ass. Apparently even as sick as he is, Kurt Hummel is still concerned with modesty. When he feels the coolness of the alcohol pad being swiped over his left butt cheek, Kurt scrambles to grab for one of Blaine's hands, clearly more interested in making sure that his boyfriend his still there for him instead of holding a grudge.
Blaine is inwardly very relieved when he feels Kurt's hand grab hold of his own and he gives it an encouraging squeeze, continuing to stroke through Kurt's hair with his other hand. He wants to give Kurt a smile but the other boy's face is once again busy being buried in his arms. The tips of Kurt's ears are red and Blaine knows it's not from the fever. He feels bad for Kurt. He knows how important things like control and modesty are to him and he knows how much this is killing him.
"Kurt," the doctor speaks up. "I know this isn't fun but I'm really going to need you to try and relax. If you stay this tense, it's going to hurt much more than it needs to."
Kurt whimpers, attempting to do his best to obey but it just isn't happening. His butt stays clenched and the rest of him is so tense, Blaine can feel it in the grip Kurt has on his hand. Sliding his other hand down out of Kurt's hair, Blaine starts to rub his neck. "Take deep breaths," he whispers and moments later, he can hear Kurt's shaky breaths as he attempts to do as he's told.
"I caaan't," he quietly cries, really just absolutely hating life at the moment.
"Yes, you can," says Blaine. "Don't make me pull out the C word," he grins.
That earns him another glare from Kurt as he pulls his teary face from his arms to look up at his boyfriend. "If you say 'Courage,' I'm going to slap you."
"That's fine, so long as you take this shot first," Blaine says, bending down to be face level with Kurt. And then, because he's Blaine Anderson, the love of Kurt Hummel's life, he begins to sing because he knows it's the only surefire thing that will calm his boyfriend down.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
Blaine knows this has got to be the most awkward thing ever for the doctor right now but quite frankly, he doesn't care because the moment he started singing, he could feel Kurt's tension start to melt away little by little.
You'd be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
Kurt's head droops back down to rest on his arms and he closes his eyes, actually able to breathe easier now that Blaine is singing.
My long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I'm alive.
Daring to glance up at the doctor, Blaine nods at him as if to say 'get a move on, man, because this is as good as it's gonna get,' as he continues to sing and rub at Kurt's neck.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
The last few notes of Blaine's song are cut off by Kurt's yelp of shock and pain and the brief quiet calm is once again disrupted by sobs. "Hey, beautiful. You did great," Blaine murmurs, sliding his hand down to rub between Kurt's shoulder blades as the doctor slips the needle out and presses a cotton ball to the small wound.
Later on, after Blaine has somehow managed to get Kurt back to their dorm, he finds it difficult to support his boyfriend and the bags from the pharmacy while also trying to unlock the door. It's a four bedroom, two bath set-up and they share with two other freshman guys who are pretty chill yet not super close friends. Kurt and Blaine's rooms are on the west side of the apartment style dorm and there is a bathroom between them. The first order of business upon move in had been to move both twin beds into one room to create a decent sized bed for the two of them while desks and Kurt's extra dressers (shipped from IKEA) went in the other.
Finally managing to get them both in the door without losing anything (or Kurt), Blaine immediately takes him to bed. Gently easing Kurt down onto the mattress, Blaine removes his boots and his jacket and his hoodie before tucking him into his side of the bed.
"I feel like I'm dying," Kurt whimpers, ever the dramatic one of the two.
Blaine just smiles. "Well I have it on good authority that you're not. It's just a really kick ass strain of the flu. He said that you're the seventeenth student from this dorm to come down with it in just the past few days. I hope you get better before I go down."
Kurt moves to sit up a little but Blaine puts a hand on his shoulder to keep him down, propped against the pillows. "Blaine! I don't want you to get sick. I'm sorry," his lip starts to tremble a little.
"Babe...babe, it's okay. I promise you. If I get sick, it won't be the end of the world." Because Blaine doesn't have a terrifying phobia of needles or doctors. "Let's just focus on getting you well, huh? Let's try some Gatorade and see if it stays down." He reaches for one of the bags and pulls out a bottle of Lemon-Lime and unscrews the cap. "Little sip, okay?"
A few minutes later, the Gatorade is now in the bottom of the trash can and Kurt is wiping at his face with tissues, crying again because Kurt Hummel and vomiting don't go together without tears.
"Kurt, you're okay," Blaine murmurs.
Blaine apparently has the patience of a saint, Kurt thinks as he sniffles into his tissues. Or else he has a fetish for tears because who else would put up with this much crying, he thinks to himself. "But he said...he said if I can't keep anything down by tomorrow, I have to go...I have to go to the..."
"Don't say it!" Blaine says, holding up a finger to Kurt's lips. "That's why we have your prescription here." He reaches into the bag, holding up the smaller white package containing what they picked up from the pharmacy.
"But if I can't even keep Gatorade down, how am I going to keep the medicine down?" Kurt asks quietly, letting his eyes fall closed because three days of being sick and twenty-four hours of non stop puking has pretty much taken him out.
Blaine bites his lower lip as he tries to figure out how to put this. Kurt had been laying on a bench in the waiting room while Blaine checked out with the receptionist and received the prescription. He knows that his boyfriend is not going to be pleased with what is in that little white bag.
"Well," Blaine finally says, looking over at Kurt instead of at the package. "The doctor knew you were gonna have a hard time keeping anything down, so you don't have to actually take anything by mouth right now."
Kurt looks at Blaine, clearly confused. "I don't? But..."
"No..." said Blaine, opening up the white bag to take out the package of pills so that he can pass it to Kurt, figuring he'd just let the other boy read the label himself.
"No way," Kurt says, putting the package down on the dresser as soon as he sees what the label says. "No friggin way, Blaine Anderson. I already let a doctor put a needle in my butt today. I am not shoving something up there."
"I was under the impression that you sometimes enjoy having something shoved up there," Blaine replied, unable to help it. He's an eighteen year old boy, after all, and he's already spent the majority of his maturity quota for the day.
The look Kurt gives him is nothing short of murderous. "Go to hell, Blaine," he says but his heart isn't even in it.
Blaine just laughs. He knows Kurt isn't serious and that he'll probably be laughing about this later, once he's feeling better. "Babe, come on. Just do it. You'll feel better once the medicine is in your system," he says.
Kurt is quiet for a few moments. "I don't want to. I don't feel good."
"I know," Blaine sighs, but then he's suddenly struck with an idea after a moment or two. "Hey, Kurt? You want me to do it?"
"You?" Kurt looks at him incredulously.
"Yeah, me," Blaine smiles. "It's not like I haven't been there before...multiple times, I might add."
Kurt narrows his eyes. "That's different," he protests. "We're not having sex. Wouldn't it be weird?"
"No," Blaine shrugs as if what he's offering to do is water the houseplant or run the vacuum. He knows that Kurt loves being taken care of by him, even if he wouldn't ever admit it outright. That's why he didn't actually say no.
And that's how Kurt ends up on his side with his sweats once again pulled down. This time, they're settled around his knees and Blaine gently bends his top leg before leaning over to grab their bottle of lube from the dresser beside the bed. "I can't believe this," Kurt huffs.
"Believe it, baby. You've taken much worse than this. If this is all you need to stay out of the hospital, I'm all for it," Blaine says, opening up the little foil square to take a look at the suppositories. There are two in a dose and he's surprised to see the little suckers are actually somewhat bigger than he'd imagined. Still, it was nothing in comparison to other certain things, he reasoned. Kurt would be fine.
Kurt huffs again. "Of course you're all for it. You're not the one laying here getting something shoved up your ass."
"Well, I can be later if you're feeling better," Blaine offers, smiling at Kurt to show he's teasing. He knows Kurt isn't going to be up for sex any time soon even if he is up for being bossy.
"Oh, my God, just do it already."
"That's what he said," Blaine can't resist.
"Seriously, Blaine. I'm going to kill you."
Blaine just laughs and flips the cap on the lube, squirting a little onto his finger. "I'm just gonna do a little of this first," he shows Kurt his finger before spreading his cheeks with his free hand to bring his slick fingertip to Kurt's hole.
"Oh my God, this is so weird," Kurt squeaks, covering his face with his hand. He's too weak to do any other sort of protesting and he has no choice but to lay there and let Blaine do this.
"It is not," Blaine scoffs. "Just close your eyes and relax. I'm not above singing, even with my finger in your ass."
"Don't you dare," Kurt mumbles. "I'll never be able to take whatever song it would be very seriously ever again."
"I'll Make a Man Out of You?" Blaine suggests, gently easing the tip of his finger into Kurt.
Kurt groans but whether it's at the musical suggestion or at the intrusion, Blaine isn't sure. Slowly but surely, he eases his finger into Kurt all the way up to the second knuckle and once he's satisfied that there's enough lube, he withdraws his finger for the first suppository.
"Okay, babe," he says, holding it carefully because his fingers are slippery now. "You have to push back against it a little, okay? It'll help it go in."
"For someone who likes to talk about how I like things in my ass, you should be aware that I'm well versed in knowing how to take things into it," Kurt huffs from between his fingers.
Blaine just laughs a little and brings the small bullet shaped object to Kurt's hole, using one long finger to ease it into his boyfriend's body. He doesn't stop until his finger is all the way buried inside of Kurt, his hand flush against the other boy's ass.
"Okay," Kurt sighs. "I think it's in, Blaine."
"It is," Blaine agrees. "But the instructions say you have to hold it in for a minute to let it start to melt."
"Oh my God," Kurt sighs again, closing his eyes since it appears they may be here for awhile.
Blaine bites his lip and then looks over at his boyfriend. "What?"
"Nothing. It's just weird having you inside me while I feel nauseous," Kurt replies.
"Well let me know if you're gonna hurl again because I feel like if you do that while my finger is inside you, we're both going to be traumatized."
Kurt softly laughs in spite of himself and the motion makes him involuntarily clench around Blaine's finger and oh, that's not good, Blaine thinks as he looks down at the front of his jeans. No. He is not going to get an erection no matter how sexy Kurt is. It would be entirely inappropriate, he tells himself.
A moment or two later, he slips his finger out and is unable to tear his gaze away from Kurt's hole, watching it clench and unclench as it gets used to not having anything there anymore. "One more," he says, bringing it into position and after a moment, his finger is buried inside Kurt.
Kurt shifts a little, a whine tearing from his throat. "This is so messed up," he sighs.
"Why?" Blaine asks, curious. "We're almost done."
"Yeah, and I'm starting to get a boner."
Blaine is the one to laugh this time and he really just wants to pull Kurt into his arms and kiss the hell out of him. "I love you so much, Kurt Hummel," he says, giving his butt a pat with his free hand.
After a moment or two, Blaine pulls free of Kurt for the final time and uses a tissue to wipe any remaining lube from between his cheeks before tugging his sweats back up around his hips. "That wasn't so bad was it?" He asks as Kurt rolls onto his back again. "Think you'll be able to fall asleep for a bit?"
Kurt just looks up at him with those eyes and Blaine knows his answer is going to be yes before Kurt even opens his mouth to ask a question. "Will you come cuddle me first?"
"Of course I will," Blaine says. "Hold on." He takes the rest of the medication to the bathroom where he leaves it on the counter and washes his hands. Then he comes back to the bedroom and flips off the light before toeing off his shoes and crawling into bed beside Kurt. Gently wrapping an arm around Kurt, Blaine pulls him close.
"I love you too, Blaine...so much," Kurt whispers, situating his head on Blaine's chest. "Thank you for..." he trails off. "Everything," he decides is better than thanking his boyfriend for sticking medicine up his ass.
"I consider it a privilege to be able to take care of you, Kurt," Blaine says and he means it because he knows that Kurt wouldn't ever allow anyone else to see him like this - so exposed and vulnerable. "I promise I'll always take care of you, no matter what."
"And I'll take care of you too," Kurt promises back. "Even if you catch this flu and he prescribes medicine for your butt, too."
"What are boyfriends for?" Blaine laughs quietly, kissing Kurt's forehead. It's a little cooler than it was earlier and Blaine takes that as a good sign.
Not long after, Kurt's breathing evens off and Blaine can tell that his boy is finally getting the rest he needs. And Blaine Anderson is pleased.
Title: Kurt and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day
Rating: R
Pairing: Klaine
Word Count: 4019
Length: Oneshot
Warnings: Written for this prompt over at the GKM. Basically - this is an h/c fic with some medical stuff thrown in and also some necessary and unconventional fingering.
Summary: When Kurt is sick with the flu, it's up to Blaine to take care of his boy and he's happy to do whatever Kurt needs him to.
Blaine feels a blazing jolt of guilt shoot down his spine and quickly curl into his gut as he observes the stricken look on his boyfriend's face.
"But Blaine, you promised," Kurt murmurs, all traces of his usual sass and spitfire nowhere to be seen. His usually rosy pink cheeks are lacking the healthy hue and are instead lightly tinted with a sickly shade of green that only an epic flu like this one can cause.
Kurt is sitting on the edge of the exam table, looking like he would have bolted already if he had the strength to stand on his own and the look of utter betrayal on his face is enough to make Blaine feel downright criminal. He knows he shouldn't have promised something he has no control over but at the time, he'd told himself it was alright since it was part of keeping another promise. The one he'd made to Burt Hummel at the airport less than three months ago that he would take care of his son - no matter what. And apparently no matter what means lying to Kurt in order to get him to the campus health clinic.
"I'm sorry babe," Blaine murmurs from his spot on the chair opposite the exam table. "I didn't know they would have to..." he trails off, fiddling a little with the bowl in his hands - the bowl he's brought from home in case Kurt hurls again like he's been doing continuously for the past 24 hours. "Do you really have to?" He asks the doctor who has been kind enough to let Blaine accompany his boyfriend in for the exam. "He's afraid of needles."
The doctor turns to Blaine with a sympathetic look on his face. "It really is in Kurt's best interest," he says as if Blaine is the parent and Kurt is the child. "If we don't get his fever down, I'm going to have to send him to the hospital."
"No!" Kurt croaks, managing to at least sound emphatic about that through his misery. "I'm okay. I'm fine." He starts to try and stand but ends up feeling woozy.
"Babe, don't!" Blaine gets up from his chair and comes over to slip an arm around Kurt's waist. His hand ends up gliding against the thin stripe of warm skin where Kurt's t-shirt has ridden up a little in the back. It's actually one of Blaine's old Dalton tees and he happens to find Kurt extra adorable when he wears his clothes. He can tell Kurt is still burning up no matter how much he tries to insist that he's fine.
"Blaine," Kurt's voice cracks pathetically as he leans his head over to rest it on his boyfriend's shoulder. "I don't want to go to the hospital."
And even though Blaine can no longer see his face, he knows there are tears pooling in Kurt's usually bright blue eyes. "I know, sweetheart," he tries to soothe, gently rubbing Kurt's hip in a comforting manner as the doctor unlocks a cabinet full of supplies.
"Please don't let him make me go," Kurt softly cries, weakly clinging to the man he loves and feeling so, so out of control of the situation. And if there is one thing Kurt Hummel hates above all else, it's being out of control.
"I don't want you to have to be admitted to the hospital either, Kurt," the doctor smiles warmly as he pulls on a fresh pair of gloves. "That's why I want to do everything I can to help you here, okay?"
"Kurt, please," Blaine pleads. "Let him help you, baby. I know you can be brave for me, Kurt...my strong, brave boy," he whispers into Kurt's ear. The doctor doesn't' need to hear the whispered reassurances of lovers, Blaine thinks.
As Kurt hears those words, all of the fight goes out of him and he closes his eyes in surrender. Yes, he can be brave for Blaine. Being with Blaine is so much different than being on his own. Blaine makes Kurt want to aim higher, do more, be better. "O-okay" he murmurs an assent, forcing himself upright once more to attempt to wrangle an arm out of his (actually Blaine's) unzipped hoodie he's wearing over the Dalton shirt. Even though he's burning up, Kurt's teeth are practically chattering once the room temperature air hits his now bare arm.
"There you go," Blaine says, giving him another gentle squeeze. "You're so good, Kurt," he whispers before the doctor makes his way back to the table with a capped syringe and an alcohol pad in his hand.
Kurt groans and offers his arm toward the doctor before turning to bury his face in Blaine's shoulder once again. Tears are silently sliding down his cheeks and wetting Blaine's shirt but even as overwhelmed as Kurt is, he knows Blaine would never mind. Blaine is so, so good at doing these things for Kurt and being exactly what Kurt needs him to be that it compels Kurt to do everything he can to make Blaine proud - which is why he's resigned himself to getting stabbed in the arm...or so he thinks.
"Actually," the doctor says gently, looking at Blaine as he speaks. "This particular injection works the best when administered into fatty tissue. The arm isn't the best site for this kind of injection. We've found the thigh and hip area to generally be the best for most patients."
"What?" Kurt slides an eye open to glare at the doctor.
Blaine wants to sigh but he doesn't. He knows he needs to be the strong one right now. "Babe," he says softly. "It's gonna be okay."
"It needs to be injected into the fattiest part of your body, Kurt," the doctor says, clearly not happy about having to break this news to an already stressed out patient. "I promise I will get this over and done with as quickly as possible and hopefully you won't have to see me again any time soon. You've got such little body fat on you that we're going to have to administer it to..."
"You want to put a needle in my ass like I'm some five year old kid?" Kurt snips, effectively cutting off the older man.
For a second, Blaine almost grins because he hasn't seen that much spark in Kurt in the past three days. "Kurt," he gently chides, rubbing at his hip again with the hand that is curled around his currently miserable boyfriend's waist.
That soft but reproachful tone is all it takes for an already overwhelmed Kurt to burst into actual sobs and he closes his eyes again, able to feel his cheeks start to heat with embarrassment, even through the fever.
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine swears his heart is breaking because whenever Kurt cries, it suddenly becomes his personal mission to set things right and he knows there's nothing he can do for Kurt now as far as magically making everything okay. "Baby, come on. You're gonna get through this and we're gonna go home and you're gonna feel better, okay?"
It takes a lot more whispers and promises on Blaine's part before Kurt is laying face down on the exam table, his face buried in his arms. He's given Blaine permission to do what he needs to do to help the doctor and a moment later when Blaine gently tugs the waistband of Kurt's sweats down below his ass, a fresh wave of sobs rolls over the sick boy's body.
In an instant, Blaine is up at the head of the table, gently stroking his fingers through Kurt's hair, assuring him that it really is going to be okay, he promises, and Kurt has enough energy to look up and point out that Blaine had promised there would be no needles today and now look where that had got them.
Kurt regrets being a brat but he's practically operating on autopilot at this point, his body reacting of its own accord without consulting him first. He feels awful - like he could puke again at any moment and now a total stranger is staring at his bare ass. Apparently even as sick as he is, Kurt Hummel is still concerned with modesty. When he feels the coolness of the alcohol pad being swiped over his left butt cheek, Kurt scrambles to grab for one of Blaine's hands, clearly more interested in making sure that his boyfriend his still there for him instead of holding a grudge.
Blaine is inwardly very relieved when he feels Kurt's hand grab hold of his own and he gives it an encouraging squeeze, continuing to stroke through Kurt's hair with his other hand. He wants to give Kurt a smile but the other boy's face is once again busy being buried in his arms. The tips of Kurt's ears are red and Blaine knows it's not from the fever. He feels bad for Kurt. He knows how important things like control and modesty are to him and he knows how much this is killing him.
"Kurt," the doctor speaks up. "I know this isn't fun but I'm really going to need you to try and relax. If you stay this tense, it's going to hurt much more than it needs to."
Kurt whimpers, attempting to do his best to obey but it just isn't happening. His butt stays clenched and the rest of him is so tense, Blaine can feel it in the grip Kurt has on his hand. Sliding his other hand down out of Kurt's hair, Blaine starts to rub his neck. "Take deep breaths," he whispers and moments later, he can hear Kurt's shaky breaths as he attempts to do as he's told.
"I caaan't," he quietly cries, really just absolutely hating life at the moment.
"Yes, you can," says Blaine. "Don't make me pull out the C word," he grins.
That earns him another glare from Kurt as he pulls his teary face from his arms to look up at his boyfriend. "If you say 'Courage,' I'm going to slap you."
"That's fine, so long as you take this shot first," Blaine says, bending down to be face level with Kurt. And then, because he's Blaine Anderson, the love of Kurt Hummel's life, he begins to sing because he knows it's the only surefire thing that will calm his boyfriend down.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
Blaine knows this has got to be the most awkward thing ever for the doctor right now but quite frankly, he doesn't care because the moment he started singing, he could feel Kurt's tension start to melt away little by little.
You'd be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
Kurt's head droops back down to rest on his arms and he closes his eyes, actually able to breathe easier now that Blaine is singing.
My long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I'm alive.
Daring to glance up at the doctor, Blaine nods at him as if to say 'get a move on, man, because this is as good as it's gonna get,' as he continues to sing and rub at Kurt's neck.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
The last few notes of Blaine's song are cut off by Kurt's yelp of shock and pain and the brief quiet calm is once again disrupted by sobs. "Hey, beautiful. You did great," Blaine murmurs, sliding his hand down to rub between Kurt's shoulder blades as the doctor slips the needle out and presses a cotton ball to the small wound.
Later on, after Blaine has somehow managed to get Kurt back to their dorm, he finds it difficult to support his boyfriend and the bags from the pharmacy while also trying to unlock the door. It's a four bedroom, two bath set-up and they share with two other freshman guys who are pretty chill yet not super close friends. Kurt and Blaine's rooms are on the west side of the apartment style dorm and there is a bathroom between them. The first order of business upon move in had been to move both twin beds into one room to create a decent sized bed for the two of them while desks and Kurt's extra dressers (shipped from IKEA) went in the other.
Finally managing to get them both in the door without losing anything (or Kurt), Blaine immediately takes him to bed. Gently easing Kurt down onto the mattress, Blaine removes his boots and his jacket and his hoodie before tucking him into his side of the bed.
"I feel like I'm dying," Kurt whimpers, ever the dramatic one of the two.
Blaine just smiles. "Well I have it on good authority that you're not. It's just a really kick ass strain of the flu. He said that you're the seventeenth student from this dorm to come down with it in just the past few days. I hope you get better before I go down."
Kurt moves to sit up a little but Blaine puts a hand on his shoulder to keep him down, propped against the pillows. "Blaine! I don't want you to get sick. I'm sorry," his lip starts to tremble a little.
"Babe...babe, it's okay. I promise you. If I get sick, it won't be the end of the world." Because Blaine doesn't have a terrifying phobia of needles or doctors. "Let's just focus on getting you well, huh? Let's try some Gatorade and see if it stays down." He reaches for one of the bags and pulls out a bottle of Lemon-Lime and unscrews the cap. "Little sip, okay?"
A few minutes later, the Gatorade is now in the bottom of the trash can and Kurt is wiping at his face with tissues, crying again because Kurt Hummel and vomiting don't go together without tears.
"Kurt, you're okay," Blaine murmurs.
Blaine apparently has the patience of a saint, Kurt thinks as he sniffles into his tissues. Or else he has a fetish for tears because who else would put up with this much crying, he thinks to himself. "But he said...he said if I can't keep anything down by tomorrow, I have to go...I have to go to the..."
"Don't say it!" Blaine says, holding up a finger to Kurt's lips. "That's why we have your prescription here." He reaches into the bag, holding up the smaller white package containing what they picked up from the pharmacy.
"But if I can't even keep Gatorade down, how am I going to keep the medicine down?" Kurt asks quietly, letting his eyes fall closed because three days of being sick and twenty-four hours of non stop puking has pretty much taken him out.
Blaine bites his lower lip as he tries to figure out how to put this. Kurt had been laying on a bench in the waiting room while Blaine checked out with the receptionist and received the prescription. He knows that his boyfriend is not going to be pleased with what is in that little white bag.
"Well," Blaine finally says, looking over at Kurt instead of at the package. "The doctor knew you were gonna have a hard time keeping anything down, so you don't have to actually take anything by mouth right now."
Kurt looks at Blaine, clearly confused. "I don't? But..."
"No..." said Blaine, opening up the white bag to take out the package of pills so that he can pass it to Kurt, figuring he'd just let the other boy read the label himself.
"No way," Kurt says, putting the package down on the dresser as soon as he sees what the label says. "No friggin way, Blaine Anderson. I already let a doctor put a needle in my butt today. I am not shoving something up there."
"I was under the impression that you sometimes enjoy having something shoved up there," Blaine replied, unable to help it. He's an eighteen year old boy, after all, and he's already spent the majority of his maturity quota for the day.
The look Kurt gives him is nothing short of murderous. "Go to hell, Blaine," he says but his heart isn't even in it.
Blaine just laughs. He knows Kurt isn't serious and that he'll probably be laughing about this later, once he's feeling better. "Babe, come on. Just do it. You'll feel better once the medicine is in your system," he says.
Kurt is quiet for a few moments. "I don't want to. I don't feel good."
"I know," Blaine sighs, but then he's suddenly struck with an idea after a moment or two. "Hey, Kurt? You want me to do it?"
"You?" Kurt looks at him incredulously.
"Yeah, me," Blaine smiles. "It's not like I haven't been there before...multiple times, I might add."
Kurt narrows his eyes. "That's different," he protests. "We're not having sex. Wouldn't it be weird?"
"No," Blaine shrugs as if what he's offering to do is water the houseplant or run the vacuum. He knows that Kurt loves being taken care of by him, even if he wouldn't ever admit it outright. That's why he didn't actually say no.
And that's how Kurt ends up on his side with his sweats once again pulled down. This time, they're settled around his knees and Blaine gently bends his top leg before leaning over to grab their bottle of lube from the dresser beside the bed. "I can't believe this," Kurt huffs.
"Believe it, baby. You've taken much worse than this. If this is all you need to stay out of the hospital, I'm all for it," Blaine says, opening up the little foil square to take a look at the suppositories. There are two in a dose and he's surprised to see the little suckers are actually somewhat bigger than he'd imagined. Still, it was nothing in comparison to other certain things, he reasoned. Kurt would be fine.
Kurt huffs again. "Of course you're all for it. You're not the one laying here getting something shoved up your ass."
"Well, I can be later if you're feeling better," Blaine offers, smiling at Kurt to show he's teasing. He knows Kurt isn't going to be up for sex any time soon even if he is up for being bossy.
"Oh, my God, just do it already."
"That's what he said," Blaine can't resist.
"Seriously, Blaine. I'm going to kill you."
Blaine just laughs and flips the cap on the lube, squirting a little onto his finger. "I'm just gonna do a little of this first," he shows Kurt his finger before spreading his cheeks with his free hand to bring his slick fingertip to Kurt's hole.
"Oh my God, this is so weird," Kurt squeaks, covering his face with his hand. He's too weak to do any other sort of protesting and he has no choice but to lay there and let Blaine do this.
"It is not," Blaine scoffs. "Just close your eyes and relax. I'm not above singing, even with my finger in your ass."
"Don't you dare," Kurt mumbles. "I'll never be able to take whatever song it would be very seriously ever again."
"I'll Make a Man Out of You?" Blaine suggests, gently easing the tip of his finger into Kurt.
Kurt groans but whether it's at the musical suggestion or at the intrusion, Blaine isn't sure. Slowly but surely, he eases his finger into Kurt all the way up to the second knuckle and once he's satisfied that there's enough lube, he withdraws his finger for the first suppository.
"Okay, babe," he says, holding it carefully because his fingers are slippery now. "You have to push back against it a little, okay? It'll help it go in."
"For someone who likes to talk about how I like things in my ass, you should be aware that I'm well versed in knowing how to take things into it," Kurt huffs from between his fingers.
Blaine just laughs a little and brings the small bullet shaped object to Kurt's hole, using one long finger to ease it into his boyfriend's body. He doesn't stop until his finger is all the way buried inside of Kurt, his hand flush against the other boy's ass.
"Okay," Kurt sighs. "I think it's in, Blaine."
"It is," Blaine agrees. "But the instructions say you have to hold it in for a minute to let it start to melt."
"Oh my God," Kurt sighs again, closing his eyes since it appears they may be here for awhile.
Blaine bites his lip and then looks over at his boyfriend. "What?"
"Nothing. It's just weird having you inside me while I feel nauseous," Kurt replies.
"Well let me know if you're gonna hurl again because I feel like if you do that while my finger is inside you, we're both going to be traumatized."
Kurt softly laughs in spite of himself and the motion makes him involuntarily clench around Blaine's finger and oh, that's not good, Blaine thinks as he looks down at the front of his jeans. No. He is not going to get an erection no matter how sexy Kurt is. It would be entirely inappropriate, he tells himself.
A moment or two later, he slips his finger out and is unable to tear his gaze away from Kurt's hole, watching it clench and unclench as it gets used to not having anything there anymore. "One more," he says, bringing it into position and after a moment, his finger is buried inside Kurt.
Kurt shifts a little, a whine tearing from his throat. "This is so messed up," he sighs.
"Why?" Blaine asks, curious. "We're almost done."
"Yeah, and I'm starting to get a boner."
Blaine is the one to laugh this time and he really just wants to pull Kurt into his arms and kiss the hell out of him. "I love you so much, Kurt Hummel," he says, giving his butt a pat with his free hand.
After a moment or two, Blaine pulls free of Kurt for the final time and uses a tissue to wipe any remaining lube from between his cheeks before tugging his sweats back up around his hips. "That wasn't so bad was it?" He asks as Kurt rolls onto his back again. "Think you'll be able to fall asleep for a bit?"
Kurt just looks up at him with those eyes and Blaine knows his answer is going to be yes before Kurt even opens his mouth to ask a question. "Will you come cuddle me first?"
"Of course I will," Blaine says. "Hold on." He takes the rest of the medication to the bathroom where he leaves it on the counter and washes his hands. Then he comes back to the bedroom and flips off the light before toeing off his shoes and crawling into bed beside Kurt. Gently wrapping an arm around Kurt, Blaine pulls him close.
"I love you too, Blaine...so much," Kurt whispers, situating his head on Blaine's chest. "Thank you for..." he trails off. "Everything," he decides is better than thanking his boyfriend for sticking medicine up his ass.
"I consider it a privilege to be able to take care of you, Kurt," Blaine says and he means it because he knows that Kurt wouldn't ever allow anyone else to see him like this - so exposed and vulnerable. "I promise I'll always take care of you, no matter what."
"And I'll take care of you too," Kurt promises back. "Even if you catch this flu and he prescribes medicine for your butt, too."
"What are boyfriends for?" Blaine laughs quietly, kissing Kurt's forehead. It's a little cooler than it was earlier and Blaine takes that as a good sign.
Not long after, Kurt's breathing evens off and Blaine can tell that his boy is finally getting the rest he needs. And Blaine Anderson is pleased.