After what had to be a few hours, Kurt woke up. Unaware of where he was at first, he looked around groggily. At the realization that Blaine's arm was around him, he blinked quickly, trying to register everything. Blaine hadn't run away. It looked to be just the opposite.

About to turn towards him, Kurt had to force a hand over his mouth as a sudden wave of nausea hit him. Careful not to wake Blaine, he bolted down the hall in search of a bathroom. Finding it, he quickly dove towards the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach as quietly as he could. Leaning against the wall, he wiped his mouth and slumped back. Not feeling strong enough to stand up, he was still sitting there when he heard footsteps coming down the hall.

Great. Exactly what Blaine needed to see. What if this was enough to make him run? Even this was difficult to focus on as the bigger picture came into his head and he choked back tears.

"Kurt?" came Blaine's voice from outside the door, "Can I come in?"

"Mhm," he mumbled back quietly.

Blaine opened the door slowly, inhaling softly when he saw Kurt on the floor.

"Sorry you have to see this," he muttered from his spot on the ground.

"Don't- don't ever be sorry," Blaine responded, grabbing a washcloth from the sink and wetting it. He got down on the floor next to Kurt, pressing the cool cloth to his forehead. He sighed, leaning into Blaine.

"My mom used to do this when I got sick," Blaine whispered, talking just to fill the quiet.

Kurt stayed silent, tears still making their way down his face.

"Kurt-" Blaine started, his voice cracking slightly.

"50/50," he muttered as an answer.

Blaine stared at him, trying to ignore what he had just said.

"Those are my chances. 50/50," Kurt continued, sounding defeated.

"But you're going to be okay. You- you have to be okay," Blaine whispered, more to himself than to Kurt, breath hitching as he visibly shook.

"I'm just...I'm so scared. It-it's really hard to do this alone," Kurt replied, choking back another sob.

Blaine pulled Kurt halfway into his lap, leaning back on the wall and allowing him to lie almost across him, Kurt's face buried in his shirt. He rubbed circles on Kurt's back with one hand, the other smoothing back his hair. "It'll be okay," he muttered, "I'll be there. You won't ever be alone."

"I keep waiting for you to say goodbye and run," Kurt admitted, the sentence slightly muffled, the warm movement of his mouth shifting the other man's now tear-stained shirt.

"I don't think I'll be saying goodbye anytime soon."

After sitting there for several more minutes folded around each other, Blaine realized how uncomfortable the floor was and decided to help Kurt back to the living room. He pulled him up slowly, one arm wrapped around his waist.

"Do you want me to bring you home?" he asked quietly.

Kurt shook his head, leaning back into the couch as they reached the living room. "Too much movement."

"Okay, well if you're going to stay here I'm going to have to insist that you wear something a little more comfortable than those really tight jeans."

"Noticing how tight my jeans are, Anderson?" Kurt teased with as much humour as he could muster while wiping away the traces of tears that still lingered on his face.

"Not at all," Blaine replied, sauntering into his bedroom to grab clothes. He reentered the living room and handed Kurt a NYU shirt and a pair of sweatpants. "I'm afraid that these pants might be just a tad short, but at least they're comfy."

Kurt thanked him, walking slowly to the bathroom to change. As he brushed his teeth with the spare toothbrush that he had in his bag, he sighed, noticing the dark circles under his eyes that were starting to form. Turning away, he changed as quickly as he could and finally walked back into the living room to find Blaine searching for blankets.

"Now," Kurt said, causing Blaine to jump, "Don't judge me for how bad I look."

"Shit, you scared me," Blaine replied as he turned around, "And you could never look bad."

Kurt smirked, sinking onto the couch.

"You want the bed?" Blaine asked, "I'll sleep on the couch."

Kurt mumbled incoherently, the exhaustion starting to return.

"Okay, I think it's bedtime for you," Blaine said, putting an arm around him and pulling him to his feet.

After nearly dragging him into the bedroom, he helped Kurt onto the bed, drawing the blanket over him. "You warm enough?"

"Mhm," Kurt muttered, turning to face him with bleary eyes.

"Okay... well, goodnight," said Blaine awkwardly, about to leave.

"Stay," he heard Kurt mumble almost inaudibly.

"What?"

"Stay, please?" he pleaded feebly, rolling over and pulling the blanket up to his chin.

Blaine stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to do, before sighing and crawling into bed next to him. It wasn't like he had wanted to leave him in the first place anyway.

"That's better," Kurt whispered as Blaine pulled him closer once more.

"Goodnight," he replied, pressing a kiss to the back of Kurt's head.

"You better be here in the morning," Kurt murmured.

"I'll be there."

"Promise?"

"I promise."