Fuck, he really, really wanted to go over there and thump both Puck and Mike. He really did. If Blaine wasn't literally using him to holding himself up, clearly weakened, Kurt would have done just that. As it was, there was no way Kurt could let go of Blaine, and not just because Blaine was needing the help, but because Kurt was literally terrified that if he did, Blaine would disappear. His stomach was in knots dreading in and knowing the way the island worked, it wasn't entirely out of the question. He would need to work through adjusting to Blaine's presence, understand that he was really here. For now, though, nothing else but taking care of Blaine and helping him adjust to the island was of more importance.

"Yeah, I'm going to take my husband home to my bungalow now to take care of him. Because, you know, I'm the one who put a ring on it, even if it didn't entirely go according to plan. So, that is what is going to be happening right now, and I will be having more to say on this whole thing when Blaine is feeling better. But just for the record, all of you? From now on, Blaine's welfare is my call if he isn't capable of making it himself. Every single one of you promised me extensively that you would tell me the minute he got here, and you fucking failed. Bitch. Please." He pursed his lips, looking at them in irritation. He was actually seething with anger to hear that Blaine had been here for an entire day without his knowledge, when he had been falling apart in the wake of hearing Blaine's fate.

He softly rubbed Blaine's back and his bitchglare shifted back into concerned sympathy. "Baby, you have a lot you need to hear about since the wedding, okay? I know it feels weird, and your head is probably spinning, but we'll take it slow. This is sort of like our honeymoon, okay? We just need to get you back to where we're staying, and we can rest together. I'm okay, I promise. And I'm not going anywhere."