Taylor Swift and Tree Paine Oneshots

Burrito

It was a quiet evening at the mansion—well, as quiet as it could get with Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce in the house. Taylor had a long day of rest planned after an exhausting week, and Travis had just finished up his practice, finally home for some downtime. Tree Paine decided to drop by to go over some upcoming announcements, expecting a quick, routine chat about the tour.

She let herself in, as she usually did, calling out, "Taylor? You here?"

She received no response, which was unusual. Normally, Taylor would at least shout something back from wherever she was. Intrigued, Tree wandered further into the house, the faint sound of voices guiding her to the living room.

As she rounded the corner, she froze in her tracks. There was Taylor, lounging on the couch, looking exhausted. And then there was Travis, crouched down beside her, fiddling with something attached to Taylor's stomach. A long, clear tube connected to a small medical bag hung from a nearby stand.

"What... is going on?" Tree asked, wide-eyed, clearly not expecting this scene.

Taylor's face instantly flushed crimson. "Oh no," she mumbled, scrambling to grab a blanket and hastily draping it over herself, hiding the tube. "Tree! Um... I didn't think you'd be here this early."

Travis, on the other hand, was completely unbothered by the whole situation. With a playful smirk, he reached for the blanket that Taylor had quickly pulled over herself. "Babe, I can't connect your feed if you're going to turn yourself into a blanket burrito."

Taylor groaned, her face burning with embarrassment, pulling the blanket tighter. "I'm not a burrito!" she mumbled, clearly mortified that Tree was seeing this side of her.

Tree raised an eyebrow, confused but trying to play it cool. "So, what exactly am I witnessing here?" she asked, half curious, half amused.

Taylor, still wrapped in the blanket, sighed deeply. "It's... it's just my feeding tube. I have gastroparesis, so sometimes I have to use it to get nutrition." She peeked at Tree from behind the blanket, her face still flushed. "I didn't really want anyone outside of my close circle to know."

Before Taylor could sink further into embarrassment, Travis decided to make things worse—or better, depending on perspective. "Yeah, and let me tell you, she's real sneaky with it. I had no idea at first. One minute she's this mysterious pop star, next thing I know I'm connecting bags of formula like I'm working in a hospital."

"Travis!" Taylor groaned even louder, smacking him on the arm with whatever strength she could muster, though her face softened, a smile threatening to break through.

Tree couldn't hold back a chuckle, her eyes darting between the two. "So, this is a regular thing for you, huh?" She leaned against the doorframe, trying to process it all but keeping her tone lighthearted.

"Yeah," Taylor admitted, still holding the blanket around her like a shield. "It's not every day, but when I'm having a bad flare-up... I need help."

Travis reached for the blanket again, but Taylor yanked it back. He shook his head, amused. "Seriously, Tay, I can't do this if you keep hiding. It's like trying to perform surgery through a curtain."

Tree chuckled while Taylor narrowed her eyes at Travis, still refusing to let go. "You're not helping, Travis."

"I'm always helping," he shot back with a wink, playfully trying to wrestle the blanket away from her. "Come on, you know I need to connect this, and unless you want me to go pro-wrestler on you, you need to give me a little space."

Tree watched the scene unfold, now fully entertained as Taylor squirmed under the blanket while Travis tugged at it gently. "This is like watching a toddler refuse a nap," Tree teased.

"Oh, she's way worse than a toddler," Travis quipped, as he finally managed to wrestle the blanket down enough to get to the feeding tube port. "Got it!" he declared triumphantly, sending Taylor into another round of playful groaning.

Taylor hid her face in her hands, thoroughly embarrassed. "This is the worst..."

Tree smiled, sitting down on a chair nearby, clearly at ease. "You know, Tay, you don't have to hide this stuff from me. I mean, if Travis is handling it, I think I can too."

Taylor peeked from behind her hands, her embarrassment fading into a soft, grateful smile. "I just... I don't like people seeing me like this. It's not exactly the glamorous pop star image, you know?"

Travis, done with the tube setup, sat next to her and patted her leg. "Glamorous or not, you're still the most amazing person I know."

Taylor rolled her eyes but smiled softly at him, appreciating the support despite the teasing. "You're just saying that because you're stuck with me."

Tree watched the exchange, heartwarming but filled with humor. "You know, Taylor, it's a lot more relatable to be real with people. You don't always have to be perfect."

Taylor nodded, letting out a long breath. "I know, but sometimes it's hard to show that side. Especially when it feels... vulnerable."

Travis gave her a playful nudge. "Well, you've got me. And now you've got Tree in on the secret too. We're your team, with or without the pop star perfection."

Tree leaned forward, smiling gently. "Exactly. You've been through a lot, and I'm not going to treat you any differently just because I know about this now."

Taylor's shoulders relaxed, the tension easing from her body. "Thanks. I appreciate it. Just... maybe don't let the world know I've got a personal nurse over here?" She pointed to Travis with a smirk.

Travis grinned. "Hey, I've got skills, what can I say?"

Tree laughed, shaking her head. "Don't worry, Taylor. Your secret's safe with me. Besides, I think it's pretty badass you're handling all of this while still being on top of your career."

Taylor sighed, leaning back against the couch, finally letting go of the last bit of her embarrassment. "Yeah... I guess I'm kind of a fighter, huh?"

Travis squeezed her hand. "You're the toughest person I know."

Tree stood up, giving them both a warm smile. "I'll leave you two lovebirds to your feeding tube shenanigans. But next time, Tay, no more blanket wrestling. Let the man do his job."

Taylor laughed, finally loosening up, her embarrassment replaced with gratitude for the people who cared for her—even if one of them couldn't stop making jokes.

As Tree walked out, Taylor shook her head, still smiling. "You're lucky I love you, Travis."

Travis grinned, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world, blanket burrito and all."