much better.
norahdevore
Summary:
Kurt gets his wisdom teeth out and is a cutie pie about it.
takes place a few months after the wedding
in s6
Fandom:
Glee
Relationship:
Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel
Work Text:
Blaine sighed, checking his watch. Kurt had
been in there for 40 minutes now. Why was
getting four teeth out taking that long? Did
something happen? Was he just not fully
aware of some part of the process?
His worries were quelled when Kurt walked
out of the small hallway in their dentistโs
office, slightly supported by two dental
hygienists.
โKurt,โ he breathed, getting up from the chair
and running over to him. โOh my gosh, youโre
okay!โ
โHmmm?โ Kurt blinked woozily, leaning
forward. โWoah. Youโre likeโฆ so pretty. So
pretty.โ
One of the hygienists laughed, handing
Blaine another pamphlet. He had already
gotten three today. โI assume youโve got all
the prescriptions already picked up?โ
โYep. I got them all from the CVS yesterday.โ
He nodded, one arm holding Kurt up. โSo,
soft foods, gauze, meds, andโฆ anything
else?โ
โIce packs to prevent swelling, no exercise
for at least 48 hours, you know the rest. Weโll
have him in to check the extraction sites in a
few days. Make sure his wifeโs got all that.โ
Kurt burst out laughing. โWife? Mโso gay.
Soooo gay. I have like, a boyfriend nโ
everything. Heโs so pretty.โ He didnโt seem to
be aware that Blaine was currently holding
him.
โOh. Well. We hope you heal well.โ The two
women helped Kurt to his and Blaineโs car,
making sure he wasnโt straining himself,
whispering to each other before they left.
Blaine rolled his eyes, before brushing some
of Kurtโs hair out of his eyes.
โHey, my love. How yaโ feelin'?โ
โWhereโs Blaine? Heโs my boyfrienโ.โ
Blaine laughed, helping to buckle Kurt in
before walking around to the driver's side
and getting in. โIโm Blaine. And Iโm not your
boyfriend, Iโm your husband.โ
Kurtโs eyes widened. โWhat? Noโฆ thatโs so
crazy. Crazyyy.โ He laughed hysterically to
himself, the bloody gauze starting to fall from
his mouth.
โHey babe, youโve got to keep that in. Donโt
want those stitches exposed until theyโre a
bit more healed. And less bloody.โ He took
the gauze gingerly, placing it along Kurtโs
gums once more.
โWhyโs it sโbloody. Did I get attacked?โ Kurt
gasped, leaning back against the seat. โAm I
gonna get a scarโฆโ He pouted, looking up at
Blaine.
โNo, youโre not going to get a scar. At least
not on your face. You got your wisdom teeth
out.โ He giggled, kissing Kurt softly on the
cheek. โAnd letโs be glad that you donโt have
a scar from that.โ
โWould be cool thoughโฆโ Kurt sighed,
looking out the window as Blaine began to
drive. โThey took away all my smartness?โ
โNo, thatโs just what the teeth are called-โ
โThey donโt want me to succeed. They took
the smart away.โ
โHon, itโs just your back teeth-โ
โIโM RUINED. IโLL NEVER BE A FAMOUS
MATHEMATICIAN NOW!!โ Kurt burst into
tears, slamming his head back against the
seat. Blaine tried not to laugh.
โHey, you never wanted to be a famous
mathematician. And even if you did, theyโre
just teeth. Not actual wisdom.โ He rubbed
Kurtโs shoulder.
โOh. Right. Math sucksss.โ He wiped his
eyes, giggling to himself. โI feel like so silly
banana. Silly little banana.โ
โYou are so zonked out right now, arenโt
you.โ
โUh-huh.โ Kurt pointed out the window at the
partly cloudy evening sky. โI think clouds are
squimgy,โ he declared, crossing his arms.
โWhat does that even mean?โ
โIf I grabbed a cloud and hugged it, it would
go, โsquimg.โโ He said this emphatically as if
it was common knowledge, voice a bit
muffled from the swelling.
โMhm. What if you go hug some pillows
while you sleep this off? Thatโs a better idea
than clouds, donโt you think?โ He cupped
Kurtโs swollen cheek softly as they pulled
into a parking spot in front of their apartment.
โAre you gonna leave? I donโ want you toโฆโ
Kurt grabbed Blaineโs hand, rubbing it
against his smooth, not as swollen
cheekbones.
โNo Kurt, Iโm not gonna leave. Iโll be there
the whole time.โ He smiled, opening the car
door and walking around to the other side to
get Kurt.
โYou said you-you werenโt going to leave and
then you left,โ Kurt said, tears already rolling
down his face.
โHey, no, no Iโm here. Blaineโs here, I just got
out of the car to come around to your side,
see? Kurt, baby, open your eyes.โ
โNuh-uh.โ
โKurt, itโs Blaine.โ
โBlaine wouldnโ leave..โ
โMhm. Thatโs why I didnโt leave.โ Blaine
reached out, tipping Kurtโs chin up slightly.
โOh. Itโs you. I love you.โ He stretched out
his arms, letting his husband pick him up
bridal style, giggling.
โI love you too. So much.โ
โHow much?โ
โThis much!โ Blaine spun around in circles,
still holding tightly to Kurt. โEnough that I will
do big spins for you instead of little ones.โ
โSo cool. Yโknow what else is cool?โ Kurt
tilted his head back, looking over Blaineโs
shoulder in awe as he mounted the stairs of
their apartment building.
โWhatโs cool, lovey?โ
โPitch Perfect. I like thaโ movie. Sโgot
Elizabeth Banks, andโฆ the other peopleโฆ I
just donโ like that there had to be a romance.
Like, I like romance but the love story is the
least interesting part of that movie by far.โ
He rambled on like this for a little while,
finally stopping when Blaine laid him on their
bed. He grabbed a set of sweatpants and a
hoodie from their bureau, something that
Kurt would most definitely refuse in a more
lucid condition, and helped them onto his
husband before grabbing a blanket and
tucking him in.
โAre you ready to sleep this anesthesia off,
lovebug?โ
Kurt sighed, cuddling into a pillow. โI dunno,
itโs kinda niceโฆโ
Blaine laughed softly, kissing Kurtโs forehead
and stroking his hair until he finally fell into
the recesses of a deep sleep.
A couple of hours later, Blaine returned to
their room. He had gone to the kitchen to
prepare some lemon Jello (A pre-wisdom
teeth removal Kurtโs request) and oatmeal
(The doctorโs recommendation.) Kurt was
still sleeping, a bit of drool tugging on the
corner of his mouth, pooling on the pillow.
Blaine picked up the towel that he had for
this purpose, wiping it up and then wiping off
the blood from his husbandโs bottom lip.
โMmmmmโฆ.โ Kurt hummed softly, rolling
over and stretching. โWhereโd the dentist
go? She was right here.โ He looked around
the room, blinking, a confused expression
upon his red swollen face.
โWell hello, sleepyhead!โ Blaine placed the
cloth between them, kissing Kurtโs forehead.
โThe dentist isnโt here sweetie, the surgeryโs
over. Youโre home now.โ
โAre my teeth gone?โ Kurt used his tongue
to feel around inside his mouth, gasping at
the salty taste. โBlehhhhโฆโ
โYeah, itโs only been like, 3 hours?โ Blaine
held out a glass of water, helping Kurt take a
sip.
He swallows it, flinching and bringing a hand
up to his mouth. โIt hurts really bad. Can you
fix it?โ
Blaine frowns, propping himself up on the
headboard and letting Kurt lean on his
shoulder. โIโm sorry baby, we could try a cold
towel? Or an ice pack. I have bothhhh,โ he
said, grinning and holding up the
aforementioned items.
โTowel is less heavy. So that.โ
Blaine gently draped the cold, damp towel
over Kurtโs swollen cheek, earning a sigh of
relief from his husband.
โBetter?โ Blaine asked, running his fingers
idly through Kurtโs hair.
Kurt nodded, his eyes at half-mast once
again as he nestled into Blaineโs warmth.
โMuch better.โ
Language:
English
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Published:2023-09-21Words:1,257