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 dentist’s
office, slightly supported by two dental
hygienists.
“Kurt,” he breathed, getting up from the chair
and running over to him. “Oh my gosh, you’re
okay!”
“Hmmm?” Kurt blinked woozily, leaning
forward. “Woah. You’re like… so pretty. So
pretty.”
One of the hygienists laughed, handing
Blaine another pamphlet. He had already
gotten three today. “I assume you’ve got all
the prescriptions already picked up?”
“Yep. I got them all from the CVS yesterday.”
He nodded, one arm holding Kurt up. “So,
soft foods, gauze, meds, and… anything
else?”
“Ice packs to prevent swelling, no exercise
for at least 48 hours, you know the rest. We’ll
have him in to check the extraction sites in a
few days. Make sure his wife’s got all that.”
Kurt burst out laughing. “Wife? M’so gay.
Soooo gay. I have like, a boyfriend n’
everything. He’s so pretty.” He didn’t seem to
be aware that Blaine was currently holding
him.
“Oh. Well. We hope you heal well.” The two
women helped Kurt to his and Blaine’s car,
making sure he wasn’t straining himself,
whispering to each other before they left.
Blaine rolled his eyes, before brushing some
of Kurt’s hair out of his eyes.
“Hey, my love. How ya’ feelin'?”
“Where’s Blaine? He’s my boyfrien’.”
Blaine laughed, helping to buckle Kurt in
before walking around to the driver's side
and getting in. “I’m Blaine. And I’m not your
boyfriend, I’m your husband.”
Kurt’s eyes widened. “What? No… that’s so
crazy. Crazyyy.” He laughed hysterically to
himself, the bloody gauze starting to fall from
his mouth.
“Hey babe, you’ve got to keep that in. Don’t
want those stitches exposed until they’re a
bit more healed. And less bloody.” He took
the gauze gingerly, placing it along Kurt’s
gums once more.
“Why’s it s’bloody. Did I get attacked?” Kurt
gasped, leaning back against the seat. “Am I
gonna get a scar…” He pouted, looking up at
Blaine.
“No, you’re not going to get a scar. At least
not on your face. You got your wisdom teeth
out.” He giggled, kissing Kurt softly on the
cheek. “And let’s be glad that you don’t have
a scar from that.”
“Would be cool though…” Kurt sighed,
looking out the window as Blaine began to
drive. “They took away all my smartness?”
“No, that’s just what the teeth are called-”
“They don’t want me to succeed. They took
the smart away.”
“Hon, it’s just your back teeth-”
“I’M RUINED. I’LL NEVER BE A FAMOUS
MATHEMATICIAN NOW!!” Kurt burst into
tears, slamming his head back against the
seat. Blaine tried not to laugh.
“Hey, you never wanted to be a famous
mathematician. And even if you did, they’re
just teeth. Not actual wisdom.” He rubbed
Kurt’s shoulder.
“Oh. Right. Math sucksss.” He wiped his
eyes, giggling to himself. “I feel like so silly
banana. Silly little banana.”
“You are so zonked out right now, aren’t
you.”
“Uh-huh.” Kurt pointed out the window at the
partly cloudy evening sky. “I think clouds are
squimgy,” he declared, crossing his arms.
“What does that even mean?”
“If I grabbed a cloud and hugged it, it would
go, ‘squimg.’” He said this emphatically as if
it was common knowledge, voice a bit
muffled from the swelling.
“Mhm. What if you go hug some pillows
while you sleep this off? That’s a better idea
than clouds, don’t you think?” He cupped
Kurt’s swollen cheek softly as they pulled
into a parking spot in front of their apartment.
“Are you gonna leave? I don’ want you to…”
Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand, rubbing it
against his smooth, not as swollen
cheekbones.
“No Kurt, I’m not gonna leave. I’ll be there
the whole time.” He smiled, opening the car
door and walking around to the other side to
get Kurt.
“You said you-you weren’t going to leave and
then you left,” Kurt said, tears already rolling
down his face.
“Hey, no, no I’m here. Blaine’s here, I just got
out of the car to come around to your side,
see? Kurt, baby, open your eyes.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Kurt, it’s Blaine.”
“Blaine wouldn’ leave..”
“Mhm. That’s why I didn’t leave.” Blaine
reached out, tipping Kurt’s chin up slightly.
“Oh. It’s you. I love you.” He stretched out
his arms, letting his husband pick him up
bridal style, giggling.
“I love you too. So much.”
“How much?”
“This much!” Blaine spun around in circles,
still holding tightly to Kurt. “Enough that I will
do big spins for you instead of little ones.”
“So cool. Y’know what else is cool?” Kurt
tilted his head back, looking over Blaine’s
shoulder in awe as he mounted the stairs of
their apartment building.
“What’s cool, lovey?”
“Pitch Perfect. I like tha’ movie. S’got
Elizabeth Banks, and… the other people… I
just don’ 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.”
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.
“Are you ready to sleep this anesthesia off,
lovebug?”
Kurt sighed, cuddling into a pillow. “I dunno,
it’s kinda nice…”
Blaine laughed softly, kissing Kurt’s 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 Kurt’s request) and oatmeal
(The doctor’s 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 husband’s bottom lip.
“Mmmmm….” Kurt hummed softly, rolling
over and stretching. “Where’d the dentist
go? She was right here.” He looked around
the room, blinking, a confused expression
upon his red swollen face.
“Well hello, sleepyhead!” Blaine placed the
cloth between them, kissing Kurt’s forehead.
“The dentist isn’t here sweetie, the surgery’s
over. You’re home now.”
“Are my teeth gone?” Kurt used his tongue
to feel around inside his mouth, gasping at
the salty taste. “Blehhhh…”
“Yeah, it’s only been like, 3 hours?” Blaine
held out a glass of water, helping Kurt take a
sip.
He swallows it, flinching and bringing a hand
up to his mouth. “It hurts really bad. Can you
fix it?”
Blaine frowns, propping himself up on the
headboard and letting Kurt lean on his
shoulder. “I’m sorry baby, we could try a cold
towel? Or an ice pack. I have bothhhh,” he
said, grinning and holding up the
aforementioned items.
“Towel is less heavy. So that.”
Blaine gently draped the cold, damp towel
over Kurt’s swollen cheek, earning a sigh of
relief from his husband.
“Better?” Blaine asked, running his fingers
idly through Kurt’s hair.
Kurt nodded, his eyes at half-mast once
again as he nestled into Blaine’s warmth.
“Much better.”
Language:
English
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Published:2023-09-21Words:1,257