Kurt finally woke four hours later, groaning as he stretched on the couch. Blaine had dozed for a while before forcing himself to get up and make something for breakfast. He cleaned up the kitchen and their bedroom before returning to the living room and sitting on the floor near the couch with a book. When Kurt stirred, Blaine turned and knelt next to him, raising a hand to trail his fingers gently down his cheek.

“Mmm,” Kurt murmured. ” ‘wer.”

Blaine laughed gently. “What was that, sweetheart?”

Kurt groaned again. “Shower,” he said.

“You sure you want to get up?” Blaine asked.

Kurt frowned. “I feel gross.” He opened one eye. “Help me get clean, please?”

Blaine sighed. “Okay, babe.” He carefully peeled the blanket away and helped Kurt sit up. Kurt leaned against the back of the couch for a moment, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. When he opened them, Blaine helped him stand up and they slowly made their way down the hall to the bathroom. Blaine carefully tugged the sweatshirt over his head and quickly unbuttoned Kurt’s shirt and let it fall to the floor. Kurt winced when Blaine’s hands brushed against his back.

“Kurt…turn around.”

Kurt froze, his eyes widening, and Blaine tugged gently on his shoulders, forcing him to turn until his back was facing Blaine. Blaine bit his lip to hold back a sob at the sight before him. Kurt’s back was covered in scrapes and bruises from his shoulders down to the waistband of his pants.

“Kurt,” Blaine whispered, swallowing hard. “Kurt, where do you hurt, other than your head?”

“I…I hurt all over, Blaine,” Kurt whispered.

“Kurt…Kurt what about-“

“Oh my god, no.” Kurt spun around. “Blaine, I can’t remember anything and everything hurts and what if-“

“Shhhh,” Blaine hushed him. “Don’t panic, babe.” he grasped Kurt’s face in his hands. “Let’s get you in the shower, okay?”

Kurt took a shaky breath. “Okay,” he said, voice small. Blaine gently tugged his pants down and tossed them aside, then pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the water. He tugged off his own pants, then stuck a hand in the water to check the temperature.

Blaine climbed into the shower and held out a hand for Kurt to climb in. After pulling the curtain shut, Blaine pulled Kurt close. “Just stay standing, okay? I’ll wash your hair and clean you up.”

“Are you - ” Kurt gulped. “Will you -“

Blaine kissed his cheek. “Yes,” he whispered. “I will.”

Blaine carefully shifted Kurt away from the water streaming onto them, then grabbed the shampoo and gently worked it into Kurt’s hair. Kurt moaned a little as Blaine’s hands massaged his scalp, and Blaine forced himself to ignore the arousal that began coursing through his body, blood heading south as his cock twitched.

Blaine tugged Kurt towards him, pushing his head under the water and rinsing the shampoo from his hair. That done, Blaine reached for a washcloth and the body wash and began gently trailing it along Kurt’s body.

“Turn around,” Blaine murmured. “I need to look at you.”

Kurt’s eyes flew open and he swallowed hard. Blaine cupped his face gently. “Breathe, babe,” he whispered. “You’re alright.”

Kurt’s shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath, and then he turned around.