"No," Blaine whined, still on his pain medication. "Stay," he drawled, dragging out the word until it was several syllables long. He grabbed for Kurt's arm and missed twice before making contact. He pulled Kurt too him and Kurt went, startled.

"Blaine, honey, I have to go get some sleep. I don't want to, but you need your rest too."

"No, no, no," Blaine repeated. A tear formed in the corner of his good eye and slid down Blaine's cheek. Kurt took a shaky breath and wiped it away.

"I have to," Kurt whispered. "I'll be back first thing in the morning. "I love you."

"Love you," Blaine said. Kurt kissed him softly and Blaine whined again, trying to deepen it. Kurt wasn't about to make out in front of his dad though, so he pulled away.

"I'll see you in the morning," Kurt assured him. "Sleep."

He waited for Blaine to close his eyes before extracting his arm, and backing up.

He managed to make it to the car before crying.