"You asleep?" Jeff's whisper reached his ears.

"Not now," Blaine mumbled.

"Sorry, dude, we just wanted to see you before we headed home," Nick told him. Blaine blinked open his good eye.

"You guys okay?" Blaine managed. The pain medication made him feel not all there and his tongue twice its normal size.

"Concussion," Jeff replied and Blaine registered that he was in a hospital gown. "Nick snuck me out of my room so we could come see how you were."

"Stitches." Nick held up his hand. "Good thing scars are sexy."

"Anyone else?"

"Mostly just cuts and bruises," Nick said. "We were all lucky."

"Does Kurt know what happened?" Jeff asked after a long moment.

"Yeah, my mom called him," Blaine stumbled out. "He's coming."

"Good." Jeff smiled. "We'll let you get your sleep, okay?"

"'K," Blaine murmured, his eyelids feeling heavy.

"I'll be back to torture you later," Jeff promised. Blaine huffed out a laugh.

"Jeff," Nick warned as they got ready to head back to Jeff's room.

"What?" Jeff replied, sounding innocent. "He's all drugged up. No way am I letting that opportunity escape me."

That was the last thing Blaine heard as he drifted off, a smile on his face.