"Blaine?" Kurt groaned slightly at the sound of the voice coming from Blaine's bedroom door and his arms instinctively tightened around Blaine, who was still curled up against his chest, "Kurt?" the voice asked, now realising that there was another person in Blaine's bed.

"Yeah?" Kurt mumbled his voice still hoarse with sleep.

"You guys aren't naked are you?" Wes asked, trying to make it sound like a joke, but being unable to hide the actual concern in his voice.

"No Wes," Kurt sighed, moving to sit up a little more, trying to not disturb Blaine, "We're both fully clothed. Last night was definitely not a night for sex,"

"What happened?" Wes moved so he was sitting in Blaine's barber's chair, his expression full of worry as he looked at Kurt's tired eyes and Blaine who was still heavily asleep.

"We ended up in hospital,"

"What?" Kurt hissed at how loud Wes' voice was; he quickly moved his hand to run through Blaine's hair a couple of times, as he began to stir. Thankfully the feeling of Kurt's fingers in his hair calmed him and he settled back down.

"Shhh, he's still asleep,"

"What happened?" Wes asked, his voice quiet, but panicked.

"We went to his parents' house for dinner last night and his Mom put cilantro in the salad,"

"That bitch. She's done it before," Kurt's eyes shot open, "Not like that," Wes quickly shook his head, "'She doesn't do it maliciously, she just doesn't care enough to remember that he's allergic. Every year he replaces the epi-pen in the kitchen drawer for instances like that," Kurt nodded.

"Yeah, that's where I found it last night; bottom drawer,"

"You had to use it?" Kurt nodded, "Are you ok?" Kurt felt a tear slip down his cheek at Wes' concern for them both, but he nodded in reply.

"Yeah, I'm ok, still a bit freaked out, but I'm glad Blaine's ok. I thought I was going to lose him for a second there," Wes nodded.

"Well I'm glad he's ok. Have you rung his work to say he won't be in today?" Kurt shook his head.

"No, what's the time?" he asked as Wes looked at his watch.

"Just after seven. Do you want me to ring them?" Kurt shook his head again.

"No thanks Wes, I'll do it. His phone's right here,"

"Ok, I'll leave you to it then. Do you need anything before I go?"

"No thanks. We'll be fine," Wes waved goodbye as he got out of the chair and quietly made his way back out of Blaine's room. Kurt reached over to the bedside table and collected Blaine's phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found ‘Work'

"Chris Mitchell Salon, you're speaking with Sarah,"

"Hey Sarah, its Kurt. I'm sorry to be calling so early,"

"Oh Kurt, that's fine," she cut him off, "How can I help you?"

"I'm calling Blaine in sick today, I hope that's ok. It's just I ended up in hospital with him last night after he had an allergic reaction and the doctor told him to take it easy today and-,"

"Kurt," Sarah cut him off again, "Firstly, is Blaine ok?" she asked, genuine concern in her voice.

"Yeah, he's ok. He had his epi-pen on him but I took him to the hospital just to make sure everything was fine. He's just worn out,"

"Ok, I'm glad to hear that, and secondly, tell him to take all the time he needs, I'm more than able to move his clients around, they all love him so they'll understand," he could tell she was smiling on the other end.

"Thank you so much Sarah,"

"Anytime Kurt, now you look after our Blaine ok and tell him that we'll all be thinking of him today and sending him our love,"

"Will do, thank you again Sarah,"

"Bye Kurt," he said goodbye and hung up, placing Blaine's phone back on the night stand. He looked down at Blaine who was still sleeping, his face looking more relaxed than it did last night.

"Love you," Kurt whispered as he pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Mmm, love you too," Blaine mumbled, nuzzling into Kurt's shoulder.

"Hey," Kurt whispered, moving his hand back through Blaine's curls, "How are you feeling today?"

"Exhausted," Blaine said, just as he began to yawn.

"I called your work and told them that you wouldn't be in today,"

"Mmm, thank you," Blaine hummed. He was still yet to open his eyes.

"You're welcome," Kurt smiled, pressing another kiss to Blaine's forehead, "Do you want anything to eat?" Blaine shook his head.

"No thank you. I don't know if my stomach feels up to it," he winced as he tried to roll over onto his back.

"Hey, it's ok, you can stay there," Kurt said softly as he moved his arm to wrap around Blaine's shoulders, keeping Blaine's head resting on his chest, "If moving makes you feel ill then we don't have to move," Blaine opened his eyes for the first time that morning and smiled softly up at Kurt.

"Thank you," he whispered, "I think my body is still processing everything. My stomach feels all yuck,"

"Yeah, I read over the sheet that the doctor gave me when I woke up at some ridiculous hour this morning. It said that you'd feel a bit gross today, just while your body flushes everything," Blaine hummed in agreeance.

"Yeah, I can feel that," he sighed, moving his body closer to Kurt's, "You're nice and warm," he whispered, placing a kiss against Kurt's shoulder.

"You're welcome. I pride myself on my body temperature," Kurt grinned.

"Mmm modest too," Blaine laughed quietly.

"That's why you love me," Kurt replied.

"That's why I love you," Blaine smiled as he nosed against Kurt's neck.

"For a sick man, you really are touchy feely aren't you?" Kurt whispered, moving slightly to better expose his neck to Blaine's lips, which were now lightly peppering Kurt's skin with kisses.

"It's because I like you," Blaine grinned as he pressed a kiss to the underside of Kurt's jaw, pausing to suck lightly at the skin there before moving his head back down to rest on Kurt's shoulder.

"Do you want to go back to sleep?" Kurt asked quietly, moving so his arm that was wrapped around Blaine's shoulders was now rubbing gentle circles over his ribs.

"No," Blaine shook his head, "My stomach is a little too queasy to sleep," he finished, burrowing his nose further into Kurt's shoulder.

"So long as you don't puke on me, that's fine," Kurt said as he pressed a kiss to Blaine's hair.

"I promise I won't throw up on you. It's more of a crampy queasy than a throw up queasy,"

"Are you sure you're just not getting your period?" Kurt teased.

"Quiet you," Blaine said; trying to hide his laugh, "I almost died last night,"

"I know," Kurt whispered, leaning down to kiss Blaine's lips, but I'm glad you didn't,"

"I'm glad too," Blaine hummed as he closed his eyes again. Kurt smiled down at him as Blaine feel asleep, just moments after saying that he didn't want to sleep.

"I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you," Kurt said softly as he kissed Blaine's hair again.

Blaine awoke two hours later to an empty bed.

"Hey, how are you felling?" Kurt asked as he made his way back into Blaine's room, carrying a tray with some toast on it.

"Really bad stomach cramp," Blaine said as his eyes screwed shut in pain.

"Do you have a heat pack anywhere?"

"Bottom drawer, bathroom cabinet," Blaine spoke in a clipped tone.

"Ok, I'll just go and put this in the microwave for you," Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine's forehead before he left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a now warm pack in his hands, "Here," he moved so he was sitting up in Blaine's bed, helping Blaine to rest his head against his chest, and holding the heat pack against Blaine's stomach with his hand that had wrapped around his waist.

"Thank you," Blaine sighed in relief, "That feel so much better," he voice still sounded strained, but it was more relaxed than before Kurt had placed the heat pack on his stomach.

"You're welcome. Do you want to try a bit of honey toast?" Blaine nodded as Kurt pulled the tray closer. Kurt watched as Blaine forced down a piece of honey toast and a few sips of water before collapsing back onto Kurt's chest.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"Hey," Kurt replied, rubbing his fingers over the back of Blaine's neck, "You don't have to apologise, you just tell me what you need," Blaine nodded in response.

"Thank you," Kurt smiled down at Blaine.

"You're welcome," he replied softly, pressing another kiss to Blaine's forehead.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked softly after the two of them had been lying quietly for almost half an hour.

"Yeah?" Kurt whispered in reply

"Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you don't want to," Blaine hurriedly added. Kurt sighed.

"You want to know about Jackson don't you?" Kurt asked quietly looking down at Blaine.

"Yeah, but like I said, only if you want to," Kurt shook his head.

"No it's fine. I guess I kind of need to talk about it. Finally get him out of my system," Blaine moved his right arm so it was resting over Kurt's stomach, he gave Kurt a gentle squeeze to know that he would be here for him no matter what, "I met Jackson while I was working for Vogue do com. He was working in their sales department and I helped out with the fashion shoots. We hit it off straight away. He was nice and funny and seemed to really care about me. It wasn't until we'd been dating for over a year when things started to go downhill. He became possessive, but I didn't notice; I'd never been in a relationship before and didn't know any different. I read his possessiveness as love, that he cared about me. But soon things started to get worse and we began to fight a lot. I began losing interest in our sex lives because it wasn't exciting anymore, it was kind of Jackson's way of showing his dominance over me," Kurt's whole body shuddered at the memory and Blaine pressed a kiss to his shoulder, letting Kurt know that he was there for him, "After that, he just used to force me into it. I guess I would just lie there and take it. I hated every second of it," Kurt's voice cracked and the first tear made its way down his cheek. Blaine's grip around his waist tightened on instinct, but he made sure to make it seem as though he was dominating Kurt, he wanted nothing more than to comfort the crying man in his arms, "But I didn't know what to do. I'd never been in a proper relationship before, I didn't know that there were better people out there," he paused as smiled through his tears at Blaine, "I just assumed that that was what my life had become," he had to stop again to wipe his eyes.

"He didn't hit you did he?" Blaine asked cautiously, his insides growing hot with anger when he saw the look on Kurt's face.

"It started about six months before we broke up. It was never that bad, but-,"

"No Kurt," Blaine cut him off, "Any domestic violence is bad. Please don't think that you deserved it," Blaine whispered, his own eyes starting to water.

"No," Kurt shook his head, "I never thought I deserved it, but I never did anything to stop him. Until finally, the week before I met you, I just snapped. He was complaining about how that last time I'd had my hair cut they cut it too short and I guess I just realised that I couldn't take it anymore. I was so sick of him controlling me. I waited until he had gone to work and I moved all of my things out and into Rachel's apartment. I stayed until he got home and then I told him I was leaving. And I left," Kurt shrugged, "It seems so simple now, but for a year and a half I was terrified and confused and stuck, but then I met you," Kurt turned his head and smiled at Blaine, "And that's when everything changed," he moved forward and pressed their lips together softly, "You changed my life," Blaine smiled as he shook his head.

"No, you changed mine," he grinned, but Kurt could still see anger in Blaine's eyes.

"Blaine sweetie, please don't be angry, I'm safe and happy now," he said as he lifted his hand and rested it against the side of Blaine's jaw, smoothing his thumb over Blaine's cheekbone.

"I know," Blaine said; leaning into Kurt's touch, "But now I just wish that I had punched him when I'd had the chance," Kurt shook his head.

"He's not worth it, and I don't want you lowering yourself to his level. You're so much better than that. Promise me you won't do anything stupid?" Kurt asked, moving his hand away from Blaine's face and sticking his little finger out towards Blaine.

"I promise," Blaine smiled as he linked his pinkie with Kurt's.

"Good, now how are you feeling? Do you need me to heat up the pack again or do you want any more food or-,"

"Kurt," Blaine cut him off, "Right now I just want to lay here with you, ok?" Kurt smiled down at Blaine and nodded his head.

"Ok," he replied, "Do you mind if I put the TV on?"

"Go ahead," Blaine grinned as Kurt reached for the remote and switched on the TV which was mounted on the wall opposite the bed.

"Oo Tabitha's Salon Takeover. I love this show," Kurt smiled once he'd switched on the TV, "I love that she's such a bitch to the stylists,"

"She's actually really nice," Blaine commented casually as he snuggled in closer to Kurt.

"Hang on," Kurt questioned as he sat up, looking down at Blaine who's head had now fallen into Kurt's lap, "You've met her?" Kurt asked, pointing at the TV.

"Yeah," Blaine shrugged, like it was no big deal.

"How?" Kurt asked, sounding in awe of his boyfriend.

"She was at a hair show that I went to with work, doing a demonstration and later on that day there was a competition and the prize was a workshop with her that evening. I won and got to spend a few hours with her while she showed me a few new techniques. She's actually really lovely when you have a conversation with her and she really knows her stuff too,"

"Hang on," Kurt repeated, trying to process the large amount of information he'd reached in such a small space of time, "Let's just go through this point by point," Blaine nodded, silently telling Kurt to continue, "You have met Tabitha Coffey?"

"Yes?" Blaine replied simply.

"You have been in a haircutting competition?"

"Yes," Blaine nodded again.

"You won that competition?" Blaine nodded, his smile growing with each question asked.

"Your prize was one on one tutorial time with Tabitha?" Kurt asked, now sounding very impressed. Blaine just hummed in response, "Wow, my boyfriend, the award winning hairdresser," Kurt grinned, accepting the kiss on his lips from Blaine, "So have you been in any more competitions?" Kurt asked, now intrigued.

"Yes," Blaine replied simply.

"And how many of those have you won?"

"A few," he answered.

"When was the last time you competed?"

"Over a year ago now?" Blaine rested his head back on Kurt's chest, who had finally calmed down enough to lie back against Blaine's pillows.

"What made you stop?"

"Well as you know, my Grandmother was my biggest supporter, and once she died I just kind of lost interest. I did them for another year after she passed, but it just wasn't the same without someone in the crowd cheering you on," Blaine shrugged, "Cooper came to a few if ever they were in California, but other than that it was just me,"

"What about Wes?"

"He always came, but he knew that it wasn't the same for me anymore. Besides work got really busy and I started to build up a really strong clientele and I guess I just kind of forgot about them," he shrugged again. Kurt moved so both of his arms were now wrapped around Blaine.

"Would you ever do it again?" he asked softly, not wanting to sound as though he was pressuring Blaine into anything.

"I don't know?" Blaine shrugged again.

"Well now you've always got someone who'll be cheering you on," Kurt smiled as Blaine moved to look up him. Kurt leaned down and pressed a kiss against Blaine's forehead.

"Thank you Kurt," Blaine smiled.

"No, thank you Blaine," Kurt replied, "For everything. Thank you for listening today and for not pressuring me into doing anything over the last six weeks. It really means a lot more to me than anyone will ever know," Kurt smiled, another tear making its way down to his jaw line, this time though it was because he was happy and not upset.

"Anything for you Kurt," Blaine smiled softly and moved up to kiss the tear from Kurt's jaw, "I promise I will never do anything to hurt you," Kurt nodded.

"I know. I love you,"

"I love you too Kurt," they both grinned as they caught each other's mouths with their own.

"Can we continue on with the Tabitha marathon though? I love watching the terrible haircuts they do at the start," Kurt grinned and Blaine laughed.

"Kurt, that's horrible," Kurt looked at Blaine, his gaze just waiting for Blaine's confession, "Ok fine," Blaine gave in, "I love watching them give the horrible haircuts at the start too. It makes me feel better," he laughed as Kurt shot him a shocked look.

"Blaine, that's so mean," Kurt laughed, Blaine just shrugged.

"What, I like knowing that I'm still the best,"

"You will always be the best," Kurt grinned as he leaned in for another kiss. Blaine humming against his lips in content.