It was after midnight and Blaine was still flipping through the pages of their scrapbook for what seemed like the thousandth time that evening. He should go to sleep. He should get some rest so he could face the day with the strength and energy he would need, but sleep wouldn't come. He was anxious and tired and, the more he thought about his conversation with Kurt, the more guilty and awful he felt. Kurt would never put him aside. Never. If Kurt knew Blaine was having a bad day, he wouldn't have cancelled on their date. He would have come right away. How could Blaine get so stuck in his head to take it out on the one person in his life who always was there for him? Kurt had willingly put the most important gig at risk for Blaine last year. Without even thinking about it. How could Blaine, for even one second, think that Kurt didn't love him?

It was a cold autumn morning and Blaine was tucked in his bed, under the covers but shivering. His head was pounding and the waves of cold and hot were sweeping through his body. He effectively managed to turned his ringing phone off several times until he realized it wasn't his alarm clock but Kurt calling.

"H'llo?" He said, his thick voice surprising him.

"Blaine? Where are you? Is everything alright?"

"Home. What's the time?"

"9.15. We were supposed to meet at NYADA cafe half an hour ago."

"'m sorry," Blaine murmured and it took a lot of his non existing energy. "I don't feel good. I think I'll stay home today."

"What's wrong, baby? Are you hurt?"

"Tired...my head hurt…"

"Do you have a temperature?"

"Don't know."

"Do you have something for cold or flu in your medicine cabinet?"

"Don't know."

"Okay, baby. Go and take your temperature and check the contents of your medicine cabinet. Call me if you need anything."

"I'll be fine," Blaine lied, because he didn't want his boyfriend to worry more than necessary.

"Call me and let me know, okay?"

"'kay. Gotta go. Talking is exhausting…"

"Okay. Don't call me then, baby. Just text me. But don't forget to let me know."

"I will. Love you."

"Love you, too." Blaine hang up and put his phone on his bedside table with much more effort than what was usually needed for such an action. Standing up and going to find a thermometer and some pills wasn't an option for him. He stayed in bed, falling asleep in a matter of seconds.

He woke up again two hours later, sweaty and burning. He didn't even need a thermometer to know he had a temperature, so he forced himself to get up and go to the bathroom to look into their medicine cabinet only to find out there was nothing he could use. Not even a cough syrup. He and Sam should probably keep it updated in the future. He was considering a visit to the pharmacy down the block but since he could barely stand on his feet, he quickly changed his mind. He slowly returned to his bed and the moment his head hit the pillow, he was fast asleep again.

The third time he was woken up by soft hand stroking his hair. At first, he thought he was dreaming but when he opened his eyes, he saw his boyfriend sitting on his bed.

"K-" He coughed a little. "Kurt? What are you doing here?"

"You didn't let me know. I sent you like twenty texts and you didn't reply. I was worried. Now, come on, we need to get you out of here. Your pajamas and sheets are all sweaty. You have to change and I'll take care of new sheets, okay?"

"You should go. I don't want you to get sick." Blaine said weekly and Kurt shook his head.

"No way I'm leaving now, Blaine. Sit up." He ordered and helped Blaine out of his wet clothes into the dry ones. He then put his arms around Blaine's waist and walked him into the living room, settling him down on the sofa.

"Here," he handed him a thermometer. "I'm gonna make you tea. I'll be right back."

Blaine obeyed. He didn't really have a chance not to. He snuggled under the blanket Kurt prepared for him, with the thermometer under his armpit, looking small and pitiful. Kurt came back with a cup of tea and thermos a few minutes later and put it down on the coffee table.

"Give me the thermometer, baby." Blaine did as he was told. Kurt took the item and observed it, frowning. "It's not good. Here, take these pills. It should bring the temperature down. If we don't get it under control by the evening, I'm taking you to the hospital."

"No." Blaine whined but Kurt only shoved pills into his hand.

"Take these. It should help. Here is also cough syrup and nasal spray. Now, lay down. Do you want me to turn the TV on?"

"I think I'm gonna sleep. You should go home, though. You have an important performance on Friday. You can't get sick."

"Leave it to me to worry about that, okay? Now, are you comfortable?" Blaine nodded.

"Great. I'm gonna open the window in your room to clear the air of germs. I'll change your sheets and wash the sweaty ones."

"Kurt, you don't have to do that."

"Gosh, you are really a difficult patient. Just shut up and let me do it. Sam is out of the city, who is going to take care of you? You can barely move!"

"But your gig on Fr-"

"It's two days from now. I'll be fine. Rest!" Kurt turned around and left, leaving Blaine alone. Blaine closed his eyes but stayed awake. He could hear Kurt moving quietly around the apartment. He had no idea how much time passed until Kurt came back to him but it felt like ages.

"Blaine, have you eaten anything today?"

"No...I'm not hungry." Kurt sat down next to him and put his hand on his forehead.

"You're still too warm...I hope pills will kick in soon. You need to eat something, though."

"No. I'll be fine, really. Just go already, Kurt. You can't get sick."

"You're like a broken record, Blaine. I'll stay for however long I think it's necessary. I have to go to band practice but I'll be back in the evening. I'll make you chicken soup. I'm not gonna force you to eat anything now but you have to eat at least one big bowl of soup for dinner, okay?"

Blaine didn't protest. He knew it was pointless.

"Can I go back to my bed?"

"Sure. Do you want me to help you?"

"No. I think I can manage. I already feel a bit better."

"If you are lying to me just to make me leave, it won't work, Anderson."

"I'm not. I promise. I can walk back to my room. I'll see you in a few hours, right?"

"Right." Kurt smiled at him brightly and kissed his cheek which made Blaine object but Kurt just laughed and kissed his other cheek before he grabbed his things and left.

By the time Kurt opened the door to his apartment again, Blaine was feeling a lot better in comparison to that morning. He was even looking forward to Kurt's chicken soup. Kurt took excellent care of him and it was kind of nice to have someone who put everything aside for him.

Kurt stayed the night on the sofa, just in case Blaine's condition got worse. It didn't. Blaine woke on Thursday morning with a scratchy voice and runny nose, but no temperature. Kurt went to his classes and returned back with a jar of honey. He fed Blaine tablespoons of it, alongside some lemon tea and Blaine obeyed even though he didn't like it at all.

In the evening, Blaine ate chicken soup and also a tuna sandwich just to make Kurt happy and then they occupied Blaine's bed to watch a movie together. However, Kurt fell asleep within the first five minutes. Blaine's worst concerns became a reality, when Kurt woke up with a fever on Friday morning. His band missed the performance where a talent seeker was going to be but Kurt just shrugged his shoulders at it.

"It's just a performance. There'll be other opportunities. You needed me and it was more important. I would risk performing for the president if necessary. You come first. Always." He said to Blaine in a hoarse voice and Blaine brought him in for a kiss, forgetting all about germs and viruses.