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 dentistâs
office, slightly supported by two dental
hygienists.
âKurt,â he breathed, getting up from the chair
and running over to him. âOh my gosh, youâre
okay!â
âHmmm?â Kurt blinked woozily, leaning
forward. âWoah. Youâre like⊠so pretty. So
pretty.â
One of the hygienists laughed, handing
Blaine another pamphlet. He had already
gotten three today. âI assume youâve got all
the prescriptions already picked up?â
âYep. I got them all from the CVS yesterday.â
He nodded, one arm holding Kurt up. âSo,
soft foods, gauze, meds, and⊠anything
else?â
âIce packs to prevent swelling, no exercise
for at least 48 hours, you know the rest. Weâll
have him in to check the extraction sites in a
few days. Make sure his wifeâs got all that.â
Kurt burst out laughing. âWife? Mâso gay.
Soooo gay. I have like, a boyfriend nâ
everything. Heâs so pretty.â He didnât seem to
be aware that Blaine was currently holding
him.
âOh. Well. We hope you heal well.â The two
women helped Kurt to his and Blaineâs car,
making sure he wasnât straining himself,
whispering to each other before they left.
Blaine rolled his eyes, before brushing some
of Kurtâs hair out of his eyes.
âHey, my love. How yaâ feelin'?â
âWhereâs Blaine? Heâs my boyfrienâ.â
Blaine laughed, helping to buckle Kurt in
before walking around to the driver's side
and getting in. âIâm Blaine. And Iâm not your
boyfriend, Iâm your husband.â
Kurtâs eyes widened. âWhat? No⊠thatâs so
crazy. Crazyyy.â He laughed hysterically to
himself, the bloody gauze starting to fall from
his mouth.
âHey babe, youâve got to keep that in. Donât
want those stitches exposed until theyâre a
bit more healed. And less bloody.â He took
the gauze gingerly, placing it along Kurtâs
gums once more.
âWhyâs it sâbloody. Did I get attacked?â Kurt
gasped, leaning back against the seat. âAm I
gonna get a scarâŠâ He pouted, looking up at
Blaine.
âNo, youâre not going to get a scar. At least
not on your face. You got your wisdom teeth
out.â He giggled, kissing Kurt softly on the
cheek. âAnd letâs be glad that you donât have
a scar from that.â
âWould be cool thoughâŠâ Kurt sighed,
looking out the window as Blaine began to
drive. âThey took away all my smartness?â
âNo, thatâs just what the teeth are called-â
âThey donât want me to succeed. They took
the smart away.â
âHon, itâs just your back teeth-â
âIâM RUINED. IâLL NEVER BE A FAMOUS
MATHEMATICIAN NOW!!â Kurt burst into
tears, slamming his head back against the
seat. Blaine tried not to laugh.
âHey, you never wanted to be a famous
mathematician. And even if you did, theyâre
just teeth. Not actual wisdom.â He rubbed
Kurtâs shoulder.
âOh. Right. Math sucksss.â He wiped his
eyes, giggling to himself. âI feel like so silly
banana. Silly little banana.â
âYou are so zonked out right now, arenât
you.â
âUh-huh.â Kurt pointed out the window at the
partly cloudy evening sky. âI think clouds are
squimgy,â he declared, crossing his arms.
âWhat does that even mean?â
âIf I grabbed a cloud and hugged it, it would
go, âsquimg.ââ He said this emphatically as if
it was common knowledge, voice a bit
muffled from the swelling.
âMhm. What if you go hug some pillows
while you sleep this off? Thatâs a better idea
than clouds, donât you think?â He cupped
Kurtâs swollen cheek softly as they pulled
into a parking spot in front of their apartment.
âAre you gonna leave? I donâ want you toâŠâ
Kurt grabbed Blaineâs hand, rubbing it
against his smooth, not as swollen
cheekbones.
âNo Kurt, Iâm not gonna leave. Iâll be there
the whole time.â He smiled, opening the car
door and walking around to the other side to
get Kurt.
âYou said you-you werenât going to leave and
then you left,â Kurt said, tears already rolling
down his face.
âHey, no, no Iâm here. Blaineâs here, I just got
out of the car to come around to your side,
see? Kurt, baby, open your eyes.â
âNuh-uh.â
âKurt, itâs Blaine.â
âBlaine wouldnâ leave..â
âMhm. Thatâs why I didnât leave.â Blaine
reached out, tipping Kurtâs chin up slightly.
âOh. Itâs you. I love you.â He stretched out
his arms, letting his husband pick him up
bridal style, giggling.
âI love you too. So much.â
âHow much?â
âThis much!â Blaine spun around in circles,
still holding tightly to Kurt. âEnough that I will
do big spins for you instead of little ones.â
âSo cool. Yâknow what else is cool?â Kurt
tilted his head back, looking over Blaineâs
shoulder in awe as he mounted the stairs of
their apartment building.
âWhatâs cool, lovey?â
âPitch Perfect. I like thaâ movie. Sâgot
Elizabeth Banks, and⊠the other people⊠I
just donâ 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.â
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.
âAre you ready to sleep this anesthesia off,
lovebug?â
Kurt sighed, cuddling into a pillow. âI dunno,
itâs kinda niceâŠâ
Blaine laughed softly, kissing Kurtâs 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 Kurtâs request) and oatmeal
(The doctorâs 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 husbandâs bottom lip.
âMmmmmâŠ.â Kurt hummed softly, rolling
over and stretching. âWhereâd the dentist
go? She was right here.â He looked around
the room, blinking, a confused expression
upon his red swollen face.
âWell hello, sleepyhead!â Blaine placed the
cloth between them, kissing Kurtâs forehead.
âThe dentist isnât here sweetie, the surgeryâs
over. Youâre home now.â
âAre my teeth gone?â Kurt used his tongue
to feel around inside his mouth, gasping at
the salty taste. âBlehhhhâŠâ
âYeah, itâs only been like, 3 hours?â Blaine
held out a glass of water, helping Kurt take a
sip.
He swallows it, flinching and bringing a hand
up to his mouth. âIt hurts really bad. Can you
fix it?â
Blaine frowns, propping himself up on the
headboard and letting Kurt lean on his
shoulder. âIâm sorry baby, we could try a cold
towel? Or an ice pack. I have bothhhh,â he
said, grinning and holding up the
aforementioned items.
âTowel is less heavy. So that.â
Blaine gently draped the cold, damp towel
over Kurtâs swollen cheek, earning a sigh of
relief from his husband.
âBetter?â Blaine asked, running his fingers
idly through Kurtâs hair.
Kurt nodded, his eyes at half-mast once
again as he nestled into Blaineâs warmth.
âMuch better.â
Language:
English
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Published:2023-09-21Words:1,257