Blaine was dirt tired. As he laid in bed beside Kurt, who just over a week before had the most traumatic thing happen to him, he wondered when everything would be okay again. When he didn’t have to worry about Kurt every moment. Not that he was angry that he did, or that he never got any sleep anymore for fear that Kurt would wake up and not get Blaine if he needed anything. No, he was angry at the bastard who made Kurt hurt so much. So he laid there, hugging Kurt closer to his body, waiting for Kurt to wake.