"Dada? I don' feel good"

Kurt looked up as Elijah walked into the room, holding his tummy, he did look a lot paler than usual, and a little green. Kurt jumped up, grabbing the thermometer from the first aid kit he kept in the kitchen for just these scenarios. Picking ELijah up and setting him on his lap, he carefully placed the thermometer under his tongue, instructing him to keep his mouth closed until it was ready.

"Wow, baby boy, you really are sick, your temperature is sky high, why don't we go and snuggle on the couch for a bit, watch some disney films, and hopefully you will be able to sleep and feel a bit better, okay?"

He picked Elijah up, placing him on his hip, Elijah immediately seeking solace in his Dad and snuggling into his chest, head on his shoulder. He carried him into the living room, looking at his Dad and Carole who were playing with the twins on the floor, his Dad playing peek-a-boo whilst Carole laughed at her husbands' antics.

"Hey, guys, Elijah is sick, I'm gonna sit with him on the couch, see if I can get him to sleep for a bit, would you mind taking the girls out for a bit? I wouldn't normally ask, but I don't want them to get sick"

"Of course we will, Kurt, don't be silly, let us get ready and then we'll be out of your hair"

Kurt thanked them both, settling on the couch, pulling a blanket over him and Elijah, Elijah already starting to fall asleep on his Daddy's chest. He switched the TV over to some cartoon or another, not that Elijah would have any idea, he could already feel his breaths starting to even out.

As his Dad and Carole came back downstairs, his Dad leaning over to pick Ava up, she promptly decided to vomit all over his Dad's shirt.

"Oh god, it looks like she has the same thing as Elijah, great just what I need, two sick babies"

Just as he finished talking, Imogen proceeded to vomit all over the carpet, leaving a nice creamy white covering on the carpet.

"Well, why not, might as well have three for the price of one"

He got up carefully, being sure not to jostle Elijah too much, placing him onto the sofa and ensuring he was lay on his side should he decide to be sick like the other two. He watched as his Dad and Carole stood at the side, watching the three children as though they had some sort of life threatening illness. He was about to come out with a snappy comment, when it hit him, Carole couldn't get sick, she was still so weak from her treatment that any sickness could cause her all sorts of problems.

"Carole! Go upstairs, now! You cannot afford to be sick, you too Dad, I'll deal with these three, and I'll call and make you a reservation at the hotel down the street, I'm not risking your health."

"But Kurt--"

"No buts, just go"

He turned back around to his children, all three looking more vulnerable than ever, he stripped both the girls down to their vests, putting them both in their car seats so that they were sat upright enough not to choke on their vomit, should they decide to have another round of sickness. He went and threw their clothing into the machine, along with his Dad's shirt, which he had stripped off when Ava had been sick all over him, switching it on, he returned back at the living room, to his three sick babies.

Elijah was still asleep on the couch, both girls looking at him with fever filled eyes, it was time to call in reinforcements, pulling his phone out of his pocket, he pressed speed dial 2, Blaine. Waiting for Blaine to pick up seemed to last an eternity, until he heard the familiar click.

"Kurt? Hi?" He sounded very confused to be hearing from his husband at this time of the day

"Blaine, listen, all three of the kids seem to have some sort of sickness bug, both Dad and Carole can't be around them due to her treatment, so I'm trying to look after all three of them whilst they're sick, and I can't do it on my own, I really need you to come home, honey"

"Kurt, sweetheart, I really wish I could, but I've got back to back lessons today, and with the amount of work I missed recently, I don't think it would go down well for me to just leave, I'm so sorry, I want nothing more than to be home with you right now, believe me"

Kurt was a bit annoyed, and disappointed, but not at Blaine, he knew that he had missed a lot of time recently due to the kids, and without his salary they would be screwed financially, so reluctantly he had to face up the fact that he was in this alone.

"Okay, baby, I understand, I'll see you later, I'll text you how they are when I can, make sure you bring in lots of ice cream and something for me too!"

He heard Blaine chuckle on the phone, I love you's were exchanged before Kurt turned, looking at his children. Just as he was about to go and get himself a cup of coffee, he watched in horror as Ava and Elijah threw up simultaneously, covering the rug by the couch in a combination of sick and baby milk. It was going to be a long afternoon.

Blaine was lucky enough to get someone to cover his last lesson of the day, being able to get away an hour early had been a godsend today. He had received numerous texts from Kurt throughout the afternoon telling him how ill his children were, so all he wanted right now was to be at home to help his husband out.

Pulling into the driveway, he noticed the house looked relatively normal, he wasn't really sure what he was expecting, maybe some sort of neon sign saying 'sick children here-keep out' He climbed out of his car, making his way swiftly to the front door, opening it slowly, in case some or all of his children were asleep.

The first thing that hit him was the smell, it was the smell of vomit, mixed with disinfectant and washing powder, the kind of smell you usually get in hospitals or doctors surgeries. But what shocked him more was the sight in front of him. The whole of the living room floor was covered with beach towels and blankets, clearing trying to catch some of the vomit the three children had been producing.

As he made his way through the downstairs, no sign of any children or his husband yet, he heard the washing machine and the dryer humming with activity. Wandering into the kitchen he has to hold his nose at the smell, unmistakably baby poop. Venturing further he notices a massive black garbage bag full to the brim with diapers, scrunching his nose at the few that have decided to make a bid for freedom over the edge of the bag.

Deciding to go upstairs, still not having found his husband or children, he found more towels littering the hallway, the bathroom was full of childrens clothes, clearning having been pulled off in a hurry. He was almost scared to go into their bedroom. When he pushed the door open, he gasped at the sight. There, on the bed was three clearly very poorly children, and one very exhausted looking man.

Kurt was lay flat on his back on the bed, Elijah curled into his side, sucking his thumb softly, he looked paler than Blaine had ever seen him before, making his heartbreak at the sight. His hair was all over everywhere and he had a vest and nothing else on, the vest had the remnants of his sick on it, clearly having lost the battle to remove said vest from the child. The twins were completely naked in their bassinets, they were both completely fast asleep, blankets kicked right the way down, they were both burning up when Blaine moved over to check on them. His poor poor family, he felt guilty for not being here to look after them.

Deciding it was about time to wake Kurt, he walked softly over to the bed.

"Kurt, honey, I'm home"

His husband stirred from his slumber, blinking groggily up at Blaine.

"Blaine, mm, what time did you get home?"

"About 10 minutes ago, rough day sweetie?"

"The worst, Dad and Carole have gone to stay at the Hilton down the road, all three of them have been throwing up all day near enough, I eventually had to bathe them and put them to bed, they were all so cranky, I must have fallen asleep whilst reading to Elijah."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that on your own, I wish I could have gotten away to help you, but I'm here now, let me put Elijah to bed properly, you go and get in the bath and wash all the grime from these three away, then we can get into bed properly, you look like you need a good nights sleep. Have you eaten?"

"No, but to be honest after all the sickness today, I have somehow lost my appetite"

Blaine laughed softly at his husband, picking his son up and heading to take him to his own room, he placed him softly in his own bed, smiling at he curled up under the covers. Returning to his own room, he expected to hear the bath running, instead he saw his husband had fallen back to sleep. He was about to wake him back up, before he thought better of it and decided just to tuck him in, it was going to be a long night with the three babies, might as well sleep whilst he can.

Blaine wasn't wrong about it being a long night, they were up a total of 14 times with the three of them being sick, it was by far the worst night of the two husbands' lives, they hated feeling so useless, wanting nothing more than to take the illness and have it themselves. The two husbands instantly regretted those words when they were throwing up in the toilet bowl 12 hours later...