Kurt had gotten a text from Blaine about halfway through his work day.

Blaine (1:03PM): Hey babe. I’m home early from work...I injured myself. Don’t worry...it’s nothing. I will see you when you get home. xoxo.

After reading it Kurt had cancelled his afternoon meetings and headed straight for home without even texting Blaine back. He was worried and he needed to see for himself that Blaine was as OK as he was telling Kurt he was. He knew Blaine liked to feel like he could take care of himself all the time, but the fact was he sometimes did need Kurt.

Opting for a taxi ride home, Kurt arrived at their complex about 15 minutes faster than if he had taken the subway. He ran up the stoop and jogged up the 4 flights to their apartment.

“Blaine?” Kurt called from the door, dropping his satchel and peacoat on the entry way table. He looked over at the couch with half of the cushions missing and started down the hallway to their bedroom. “Honey...are you OK?”

“Yeah, I am in here. I told you not to worry...” Blaine yelled the first part, but lowered his voice as soon as Kurt appeared in the doorway. Blaine was laying against the headboard with all four of their bed pillows placed sloppily behind him and the couch cushions under his right knee and shin with his foot dangling off the end. On top of his knee sat a freezer bag filled with ice.

Kurt rushed over, gently sitting next to Blaine on the bed as to not jostle his little tower of cushions. “Yeah, I know you told me, but I get a text like that and I was immediately worried. What happened?” Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand, quickly starting to rub small circles on the back of it.

“You’re gonna laugh...but, you know how the school is preparing for that music festival?” At Kurt’s nod, Blaine continued, “Well, I’ve been so jazzed about all the music I picked for the high school choir to sing and I just get so into the beats and the way they sound...they are so incredibly talented for teenagers. Anyway, I guess I wasn’t watching and I was sorta dancing around, really getting into the music as I was conducting them in practice and I slipped and twisted my knee. I am completely sure I looked like a fool. The kids were standing around me and I know some were snickering in the back...hell, I would’ve been too if it didn’t hurt so bad.” Blaine was looking over at Kurt with his “hurt puppy” face and Kurt reached with his unoccupied hand and cupped his jaw and rubbed against the stubble growing. 

“Oh honey...” Kurt smiled sadly at him and he chuckled at the thought of his overly enthusiastic boyfriend completely lost in the music as he often was at home when he was playing something familiar or even writing something new. “I think you’re more upset that the kids saw you bust it rather than your knee actually being busted...right?” Blaine nodded and Kurt leaned forward to replace his hand with a kiss along Blaine’s jaw. “I am sure that everything will be ok tomorrow, assuming you’ll be able to walk on your knee.” Kurt moved to cover Blaine’s mouth with his own.

“I hope so. The festival is next weekend and as talented as these teenagers are, they still need more practice.” Blaine placed his forehead against Kurt’s. “Do you think you would be able to get me some motrin? I forgot to grab it before making my setup here.” Blaine relaxed back against the pillows behind him.

Finally releasing Blaine’s hand, Kurt reached over the fix and straighten the pillows behind his boyfriend’s back. “Sure honey...anything you need. I took the rest of the day off and I fully intend on taking care of you so that you can get back to prancing all over the choir room tomorrow...or at least prancing from the piano bench.” Kurt winked at Blaine as he made way to stand up and head to the bathroom for the pills. 

“Babe, I love you...you know that? I mean, I know I told you not to worry, I am sort of glad you did...I’m glad you’re here with me.” The last part was a quiet whisper and Kurt stopped short of the door and turned around to wink at Blaine again.

“I know. You’d do the same for me.” Kurt turned out of the bedroom, across the hall to the bathroom.

“You wouldn’t do something like this...” Blaine regained his voice and spoke loudly.

“True, but I have known to gracefully slip a few times when I’m coaching the girls how to model my clothes down the runway...” Kurt replied as he walked back in with medicine and water.

“You never!” Blaine added a mock expression of horror and graciously accepted the goods from his lover. Blaine chuckled at Kurt’s eye roll as Kurt sat next to him once again. “Want to take a nap?” Blaine asked around a yawn.

Kurt tried to hide his yawn against the back of his hand. “I could do that....except you stole both of my pillows. Blaine simply looked at the vacancy of pillows on Kurt’s side of the bed, grinned, and patted his chest. Rolling his eyes again, Kurt gently laid his head to rest on Blaine’s soft, warm, and sure chest. “Promise me something...?” Kurt said as he felt his eyelids getting heavy. “Instead of trying to be so strong by yourself all the time, just tell me you need me, at least sometimes, ok?” Kurt listened for the answer for a minute before he realized Blaine was already asleep. Smiling to himself, he drifted shortly after.

*

When Blaine woke up he found his cushions slowly falling from their perfect place under his knee. He flexed his foot a few times and the pain in his knee had definitely gotten better. He smiled big as he looked down to see his sleeping love with his head still laying over his heart. With a swift and soft kiss as to not wake him, remembering their conversation from earlier, he mumbled, “I promise...”.