Sleeping With The Enemy

The Tinman has a Heart

I woke up in Blaine's bed with my cloths on.

Well that's a change.

I sat up, feeling sore all over. Memories of last night kicked in. I slowly got out of bed hurting with each step. I made my way to the kitchen where Blaine was all dressed looking over some paper work drinking coffee.

"Morning." I said limping over to him.

"Whoa what are you doing out of bed? You should be resting." Blaine said, his voice actually sounded concerned which was definitely something I've never heard.

"I'm not handicapped I can still get up. Your acting like this hasn't happened before." I said with a scoff. I went over to the coffee machine making some for myself.

"What do you mean? You've been beaten before?" Blaine asked again.

I let out a little chuckle. "Try being the only out kid in Lima, Ohio. It's fun. Also standing up to those jackasses once." I said staring at the coffee being poured out.

Blaine was silent for a minute. I could feel him staring at me ,but I chose not to look.

"Take the day off." He finally said.

I gave him a surprised look. "What?" I said looking into his golden eyes.

"You need to rest, I can't have you working on a limp. Stay here for today. I'll come back and take care of you." Blaine said putting his mug in the sink.

"I've handled this before I can do it again." I said much to my protest.

Blaine shot me a series look. "I get that, but you see you were alone then... Now your not, let a frien- Enemy help you out." Blaine said correcting himself in the process.

I was confused; why did he suddenly want to help? Since when was he this nice?

"Since when did the tin man have a heart?" I commented.

He just chuckled, and got a mug from the top cabinet. He placed it on the counter, and kissed my forehead. "I know you wanna go Dorothy, but before you click your heels and go home, rest up for the journey." Blaine said, way to close in my personal space.

"Touché." I said giving him a Bitch glare. He just smiled walking off to grab his bag and keys.

"Help yourself to anything in the fridge, only call if there's an emergency, do not make a mess, blankets are on the couch, please only get up to use the bathroom or grab food, I should be back by 4, 5 at the latest, any questions." Blaine said ready at the door.

"Nope I'm good staying home alone, dad." I said giving a bitchy smile.

"Bye, kiddo." He said leaving.

How did he know my dad called me that?

I got my coffee and laid on the couch watching Netflix.

I got food and did what I needed, for the rest of the day. Sometime during an episode of Scrubs I fell asleep.

A callused hand brushed the bangs that fell in front of my face. I wanted to wake up and look at Blaine, but I didn't want to open my tired eyes.

"Your a hard one to hate, Hummel." Blaine said in a whisper.

Hard one to hate? What's that suppose to mean? I could tell just from that sentence, he's been in deep thought all day. But what I'm not sure, I had my suspicions but I wouldn't act.

I let him continue to let his hands stroke through my hair. His cool hands against my face felt amazing. Finally I had the strength to open my eyes and I saw him staring at me still running his hand through my hair. The only light that was on was the soft glow of the tv.

"Hey Dorothy sleep well?" He said with a small smile. I closed my eyes and stretched out like a cat, then nodded my head in reply.

"You feel warm, you feeling alright?" Blaine said taking his hand away.

"No." I whined reaching out for his hand. He put his hand back on my cheek and toyed with my hair. I smiled at the feeling, closing my eyes in pleasure.

"Kurt are you ok? Feel sick?" Blaine said in a worried tone.

"Nah just peachy." I mumbled looking at him.

"Well your burning up." He stated getting up. I whine at the lost of his cool hands.

He came back with two Advil's and a water.
"Drink." He said handing me the pills and water. I took it swallowing it handing him back the water. He put it on the table with all the cups and plates I left.

He took of his suit jacket and tie, "scoot." He commanded. I did so and he plopped down on the couch. He grabbed me by the waist and wrapped a cool arm around me.

We continued to watch Scrubs, like friends... Well enemies who seem like friends, who are really sleeping with each other.

No matter how hard I though about I keep reminding myself.

Dorothy didn't fall in love with the tin man.

A/N
I like this chapter.
Stay Strange
Mia🦄