“You’re a vegetable, you’re a vegetable, you’re a vegetable,” Blaine’s mindless singing is cut off by Kurt’s voice.

“I got it, Blaine, I’m a vegetable.”

“Hey Kurt! I’m so glad you’re here, I was thinking maybe we could totally do it! Maybe you could take some of my medicine and I’ve already taken some and we could just, like, just totally do it.” Blaine is feeling awesome right now. The dull pulse in his eye barely even registers as pain. More like a memory of pain or a foreshadowing, but right now, he really wants to cheer Kurt up. Because Kurt is being sort of a bummer.

Kurt gives him a tight lipped smile and says “I’m gonna pass on that one Blaine, but how about you move over-”

“And we cuddle!?” Blaine says with the enthusiasm of a small child who has been informed that they’re getting a puppy.

Kurt nods and moves onto the bed. Blaine is more than happy to rest his head, which has steadily grown heavier during this exchange, on Kurt’s chest.

A few minutes later, Kurt assumes Blaine has nodded off, when suddenly Blaine says, “You’re a vegetable Kurt.”

“I know Blaine, I know.”

“Are you smiling now?” Blaine asks.

“I most definitely am.”