Blaine Anderson (
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slidingmoments2012-09-09 08:55 pm
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"Try a little tenderness."
Who: Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel
What: TLC and hopeful suggestions
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes apartment
When: Saturday night
It was two in the morning, and Kurt was once again having a rough night. They went to bed around eleven and got a couple of hours sleep with Blaine spooned up behind Kurt, but just when it seemed like things would settle, Kurt was up with bad stomach cramps that led to a few trips to the toilet. He had tried to sneak out of bed and not wake Blaine, but it wasn't even five minutes before Blaine realised his absence, getting up to sit with him. Kurt was uncomfortable and miserable, and Blaine mostly just sat there in the living room while Kurt did what he needed to try and seek some comfort. Kurt had finally come to him and cuddled up next to him before Blaine got him to lie with his head in his lap. They both dozed on and off, but the cramps kept coming in waves.
They tried to keep quiet with Quinn and Mercedes asleep down the hall, but it was hard for Kurt to relax. Blaine was just finishing making a mug of peppermint tea when he heard the toilet flush in the nearby bathroom again and Kurt came back to the living room. Blaine brought the tea through and handed it to Kurt and then took the hot water bottle he just prepared out from under his arm so he could settle on Kurt's belly. "When all else fails, old home remedies can never hurt, right? I always remember having a hot water bottle when I was a kid and my tummy hurt. It had a fluffy cow cover," he said with a soft laugh. "I could always try rubbing your belly? You look exhausted, sweetheart. I just want to help."
What: TLC and hopeful suggestions
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes apartment
When: Saturday night
It was two in the morning, and Kurt was once again having a rough night. They went to bed around eleven and got a couple of hours sleep with Blaine spooned up behind Kurt, but just when it seemed like things would settle, Kurt was up with bad stomach cramps that led to a few trips to the toilet. He had tried to sneak out of bed and not wake Blaine, but it wasn't even five minutes before Blaine realised his absence, getting up to sit with him. Kurt was uncomfortable and miserable, and Blaine mostly just sat there in the living room while Kurt did what he needed to try and seek some comfort. Kurt had finally come to him and cuddled up next to him before Blaine got him to lie with his head in his lap. They both dozed on and off, but the cramps kept coming in waves.
They tried to keep quiet with Quinn and Mercedes asleep down the hall, but it was hard for Kurt to relax. Blaine was just finishing making a mug of peppermint tea when he heard the toilet flush in the nearby bathroom again and Kurt came back to the living room. Blaine brought the tea through and handed it to Kurt and then took the hot water bottle he just prepared out from under his arm so he could settle on Kurt's belly. "When all else fails, old home remedies can never hurt, right? I always remember having a hot water bottle when I was a kid and my tummy hurt. It had a fluffy cow cover," he said with a soft laugh. "I could always try rubbing your belly? You look exhausted, sweetheart. I just want to help."
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"But for the record? I would never, ever feel stuck with you, Kurt. It's the opposite. I want an excuse to spend more time with you, and I want to take care of you. This was just the first option I came up with. I knew there was a high probability you wouldn't be comfortable with it, but I thought it was worth talking to you about it anyway. Maybe it's even a future possibility, huh? For when you're feeling better and back on your feet? We can take a look at it again then. We can just rock the epic sleepovers now. You can come stay at my place and I can stay at yours. You'll never make me feel stuck though. You make me happy, I love being with you, that's not stuck," he insisted.
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"I don't know how I got so lucky to find you. I know I nearly screwed it all up trying to push you away and I made everything to hard, but you stayed strong through it. You put up with all my shit. You don't push me for anything, and you just... just... you still love me, even when I've been at my worse. You've cleaned me up when I've been sick, you've sat close when I'm stuck in the bathroom, you've... you've fed me, for god's sake. I didn't think people like you existed in reality. Not where you can meet them and fall in love with them. And they love you back without wanting to change you. Everyone always had ulterior motives, but you don't. And I-I do... I want to spend more time with you and there's a big part of me that doesn't to go back to how life was before I got sick again. Maybe a change will help me break the vicious cycle? Change just sort of really freaks me out."