You will be fine. You know you will be. 3 hours, max., painkillers, sleep, then cuddling and watching movies with Blaine all weekend.

Breathe.

Blink.

Breath.

Don't cry.

You will be-

HOOOOOONNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

SHIT!

Kurt slammed on the breaks and threw a thankful glance at the car next to him; he had almost run a red light.

What is wrong with me? Pay attention to the damn road, don't be such a child!

Driving past a McDonalds, Kurt's stomach began rumbling, tearing his thoughts from fear about the day's coming event towards hunger.

He hated fast food with a passion, but right now anything was food, and Kurt was starving. He started to pull in-

No!

Kurt scolded himself, pulling back into his lane.

Remember Blaine's rules, no consumption of anything but water for the 24 hours prior to the surgery.

Blaine had promised to take him to a nice dinner as soon as Kurt could chew properly again.

Blaine. Kurt relaxed. See? There you go! Just think about Blaine and calm down. You know that he would never do anything to hurt you. He will make everything as painless as possible. Blaine. Just keep thinking about Blaine.

Kurt drove past the new Italian restaurant; he was close to the office now.

Having to pick Blaine up from late night root canals and emergency extractions had made the drive to Blaine's office almost as easy as driving home.

Pulling into the parking lot, he noticed a red Honda Fit parked.

Great, Kurt thought, Mindy's assisting.

It wasn't that Kurt disliked Blaine's blonde hair, blue eyed assistant; it was that she didn't seem to notice or care that Kurt and Blaine were engaged, and she constantly flirted with Blaine. It was nothing against Kurt, Blaine had convinced him, because she also did it when Kurt wasn't at Blaine's office, but it still bothered him.

Kurt parked the car and stared at his steering wheel. All thoughts of hunger and Mindy were gone. He could admit it to himself now: he was terrified. Sure, it helped that his boyfriend, not some stranger, would be the one sedating him and removing all four of his wisdom teeth, but not much. Although Blaine owned his own practice and all his assistants and office workers knew about Kurt and Blaine's relationship, being with Blaine at work was never the same as being with Blaine at home. Blaine was still Blaine and Kurt was still Kurt, but Blaine kept a moderately professional vibe when it came to his practice, as would anyone, and Kurt certainly didn't feel like he was about to plop down on the couch with a half-naked Blaine by his side, ready to watch T.V. or a movie, he felt like a terrified person who didn't give a shit about who was in that building because, no matter what, today was going to suck.

With one last deep breath, Kurt gathered his bag and pushed open the driver's side door, letting in the bitter post-thanksgiving/ pre-Christmas air. He hurried to the warmth of the quaint building.

"Hi Kurt," Samantha, Blaine's new receptionist greeted Kurt warmly, "you can head on back to room 6; Blaine said you get nervous in waiting rooms."

Kurt blushed. "Thanks, Sam."

"No worries," she winked at him. "Good luck!"

Kurt made his way to room 6. Blaine had three different sections in his practice, rooms 1 & 2 were for pediatric work, rooms 3&4 were for adults, and rooms 5&6 were for big procedures. Kurt fondly remembered having been in rooms 3&4 with Blaine for checkups many times, but he shuddered when he thought back to last February when Blaine informed him that he would have to get his wisdom teeth out within the year or his mouth may suffer permanent damage. He had gotten Blaine to push the surgery back as far as possible, but Kurt suddenly wished that he had asked for an earlier date- at least this would be over.

Kurt got to room 6 and saw Mindy readying the room.

"Kurt!" Mindy perked up from her tools and quickly covered the tray with a blue cloth.

Kurt noticed.

"Sorry, Blaine said you get nervous about all this stuff, I'm not supposed to let you see our instruments."

Kurt reddened. "Oh, uh, okay," Kurt slouched a bit in embarrassment. "How are you? Where's Blaine?"

"I'm fine, hey listen, don't worry about today. I promise everything will be fine. We do this like, every week. Oh, and Blaine is finishing up in room 2. He should be in soon."

Kurt smiled and hung his bag on a hook near the door. Mindy sat awkwardly, Kurt's presence causing her to cease her work.

"Mindy, it's really fine, I'm fine. You can work. I won't pay any attention, promise."

Mindy smiled and uncovered her tray, slightly positioning herself in front of it while she messed with the tools in a feeble attempt to keep Kurt from seeing them.

Kurt examined the room to keep himself from becoming too curious of the metal tools Mindy was organizing.

Blackbird was playing softly; Blaine always played Beatles music at work. Kurt smiled at the song, hoping Blaine had chosen it intentionally. The walls were light purple, and there was a picture of the ocean on the wall next to the shelves.

Kurt allowed his eyes to wander back to Mindy & the tray. There was gauze, cotton balls, one of those mirror things, one of those pokes-your-gums things, latex gloves—

"Kurt! I was worried about you!"

Kurt swung around, happy and terrified at the sound of Blaine's voice.

Oh, shit, we're starting soon.

"Oh! Hey baby," Kurt replied shaken, "what do you mean," he checked his watch, "it's just now 12:30."

"You hardly slept last night, I heard you up at like, 3am." Blaine retorted, concerned.

"Oh, that. That was nothing, I was just, uh," Kurt stumbled over what to say, nerves were clouding his head. "Nothing," Kurt resolved.

Oh my God. Could you really not think of something better to say? He knows. You know he knows you're terrified. You are acting like a six year old.

Blaine studied Kurt's face a moment, his face painted with concern. Kurt tried and failed to pull off a normal expression. If he wasn't so nervous, he would have taken a moment to admire how sexy Blain looked in his kakis and long white dentist's jacket.

"Mindy, are you finished?" Blain looked over warmly.

"Yep, I was just about to head out and grab the IV materials."

Kurt cringed. Blaine noticed.

"Did you need something else, doctor?" Mindy continued.

"If you wouldn't mind, actually, could we maybe have a few minutes?" Blaine asked kindly.

"Sure, I'll be back in a few." Mindy batted her eyes just a few too many times, but Kurt was too scared to notice, he hadn't moved since Blaine had walked in.

"Thanks."

Mindy shut the door on the way out, and suddenly Kurt was wrapped in Blaine, crying into his shoulder. He really didn't know he was this scared, but the suddenness of Blaine's presence and with it the idea of the surgery starting along with his unmistakable fear were suddenly too much for him.

"Shhhh, it's okay baby. It's okay." Blaine kissed Kurt's head.

He knew that Kurt was afraid of the dentist, but it had seemed his fears had been dormant since Blaine began treating (and dating,) him. They had been together six years now, and Blaine could swear he was getting physically hurt seeing Kurt this upset.

"I promise you will be fine," Blaine kissed his head again, "I promise, I promise, I promise."

"I-I'm s-sorry," Kurt sputtered, pulling away, "I'm f-fine."

Blaine stepped towards Kurt and kissed his trembling lips gently. Kurt deepened the kiss and pushed closer to Blaine. When they broke, Kurt's face was tear- streaked, but he was no longer crying.

"I knew something was wrong when I heard you shuffling around last night," Blaine apologized, "I should have canceled my morning appointments and drove you. I'm sorry, Kurt."

"No, Blaine, it's really fine," Kurt sniffled, "I'm being silly." He didn't want to upset Blaine.

"Hey," Blaine said, pulling Kurt into an embrace, "you're not silly; you're scared. There's a difference."

Kurt sniffled again and smiled up at Blaine, then he kissed his warm, strawberry chapstick flavored lips again.

"I'll hold your hand until you fall asleep and when you wake up, okay?" Blaine suggested.

"Okay." Kurt smiled and nuzzled his head into Blaine's neck.

"Are we ready?" Mindy poked her head in with a blue kit in her hands. Kurt took a moment to admire her thoughtfulness of not barging in mid- kiss, which she had done on occasion before.

Blaine turned from Mindy to Kurt.

"Well, are we ready?" Blaine asked.

Kurt sighed sadly. "Yes."

Blaine guided him into the chair that Kurt had had nightmares about the night prior. Blaine sensed Kurt's lingering fear, so before taking his own seat in the official- looking swivel one, he dragged it up so that it was right next to Kurt's head, then he unbuttoned his white jacket. Kurt took in Blaine's lavender dress shirt. It was his favorite shirt of Blaine's, and Blaine had clearly worn it just for him. Kurt smiled up at Blaine, and Blaine winked back. The momentary distraction was a welcome occurrence, but Kurt was yanked back into reality as soon as Mindy sat on the other side of Kurt in a purple swivel chair.

"Okay Kurt, we are going to go ahead and put in your IV." Mindy started tying a rubber band thing around his upper arm.

Kurt felt Blaine's hand suddenly tight around his.

"You will feel a poke." Mindy said, examining the crook of Kurt's elbow, and feeling for a vein.

Kurt winced before Mindy even got close to him with the needle, but Blaine was at his ear, whispering sweet nothings, and Kurt only jumped a little when Mindy inserted his IV. Blaine noticed, but pretended not to when Kurt squeezed his hand to the point of pain.

"All done!" Mindy announced happily.

"Good job, Kurt." Blaine gently kissed Kurt's lips.

Mindy, Kurt noticed, was not being as flirtatious as normal. Kurt felt pleased with this, the idea of her flirting with Blaine over his unconscious body made him uneasy. Blaine, he also noted, had thrown away his normal professional vibe. He liked this comforting and affectionate version of work-Blaine much more.

"Okay Kurt, now I'm going to give you some injections of Novocain to numb you." Blaine sounded apologetic.

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand, but he trusted him… everything was going to be fine.

"Okay." Kurt squeezed back.

Blaine smiled warmly. "Mindy, can I have the first one?"

"First one?!" Kurt exclaimed. "How many are there?"

Blaine really seemed worried now, "There are two." He felt Kurt tense up and he squeezed his hand, setting down the needle with his other.

"Blaine, I don't know if, I'm not sure I can," Kurt was starting to tear up again.

"Trust me, babe. I'm right here. It will be over fast. You are fine." Blaine was trying to stay strong for Kurt, but this was hands down the hardest day he had ever had to go through with his fiancé.

Kurt settled himself, using Blaine's hand as an anchor not to cry again.

"Okay."

Mindy handed back the shot.

Blaine kissed his Kurt's forehead, and, with his free hand, took the needle again.

"Open wide."

Kurt opened shakily, but squeezed Blaine's hand. Blaine leaned in and Kurt watched the needle move into his mouth, out of eyeshot.

He flinched and squeezed his eyes shut when he felt the sting of the injection, but Blaine squeezed his hand tight to remind him that he was still there.

"First one done…" Blaine gave the needle back to Mindy and looked down apologetically at Kurt again. He was still shaking, so Blaine, to no avail, squeezed his hand tighter.

"Not too bad," Kurt lied and tried to smile up at Blaine. It came out lopsided because he couldn't feel the left half of his face, and Blaine found it irresistibly adorable.

"Last one, Mindy?" Blaine reached his hand out for the last shot.

Mindy passed the second one to Blaine.

"Ready?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded, not trusting himself to speak without full use of his mouth.

Blaine leaned in again, this time aiming to the right, and Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand, making a point to not close his eyes, Blaine looked irresistible being directly over him, and Kurt wanted to have dreams with him in them.

The sting was about the same as the first time, but Kurt could tell that Blaine was upset by hurting him, so he did his best to control his flinch. It didn't work, but it was over quickly and Blaine was stroking his knuckles with his thumb now, and it was hard not to focus solely on each gentle stroke.

"Was that so bad?" Blaine asked, notably still upset from the injections but also a bit perkier that they were done.

"Nope," Kurt lied; his numbed mouth produced a word that sounded like 'mupe', and although he was embarrassed, it got a chuckle out of Blaine, and Kurt lopsidedly smiled at seeing Blaine's perfect, clearly- a- dentist's- mouth smile.

Blaine squeezed his hand again.

"We are going to give you some oxygen now, just to keep your O2 levels normal while you are sleeping." Blaine took a tube like thing from Mindy and positioned it around Kurt's head, right under his nose.

"Okay, Kurt, that's all the conscious work I have to do. Are you ready to take a nap?" Blaine was back to his normal professional yet personable work attitude.

Kurt nodded, not wanting to talk funny again, he was scared, but at least he could sleep now. He looked up at Blaine while Blaine nodded at Mindy, who responded by pressing down a plunger that led to his IV that was filled with a small amount of clear liquid.

Blaine smiled down at Kurt. "You did so good so far, Kurt, I'm so proud of you; I'll see you when you wake up. I love you."

"I s'loves moo tope," Kurt said, sounding funny partially from the anesthetics and partially from the effects of the medicine that was putting him to sleep faster than he had anticipated.

Blaine leaned down to kiss his numb lips one more time, and Kurt closed his eyes.