"It's a central line," Kurt told her when he caught her looking at it. Normally he would probably have tried to cover it, but he was in his own home and everyone around him were aware of the treatments he was going through. Rachel wasn't, but she was Blaine's best friend, so he didn't particularly have the energy to conceal right now. He was exhausted and just glad to be back in his own bed for a little while, having a mental break away from the medical surrounds of the clinic. "For parenteral nutrition each day. To supplement what I can't eat properly yet." He had downgraded from PEG feeding constantly via a tube in his stomach to this. He was eating small amounts, but his body still wasn't absorbing enough nutrition to sustain him yet, so he was giving IV supplements each day via the central line. Only being away from the clinic for a couple of nights, they kept it in to resume the treatment when he got back and if he copes at home, he would be discharged and just needing to visit a local hospital for the infusions and therapy sessions.

He hugged the blanket a little tighter around his arm and wet his lips. "Blaine's still asleep. I'd really rather not wake him, neither of us slept very well last night after the long drive. I can leave him a message for him if you like. He'll get it as soon as he wakes up," he offered quietly. He didn't know why he was feeling so vulnerable around her. Probably because he didn't actually feel any ill-will towards her. All the shit back in high school was old water under the bridge and he had too much he was battling internally now to dwell on stuff that that happened when they were kids. He just had no idea what her intentions towards him were. Was she going to try and break him and Blaine up? He had no idea. Nothing between them had ever been civil and her slurs to him at the mall had really made him feel bad about himself.