Chapter three.

A wave of nausea swept over Kurt fast than Rose let go of Jack. After specifically saying, "I'll never let go, Jack!" What a bitch.

As the morning progressed, his stomach got worse. Later, he found himself head first over the toilet bowl. The sounds of him vomiting echoed through the house, and it was no surprise that Blaine came bursting through the door.
"Kurt! Oh my god." Blaine yelled as he crouched down next to him collected him in his arms. Kurt pulled away immediately to throw up once more. Blaine rubbed soothing circles in his back.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, handing Kurt a clean cloth to wipe his mouth.

"No." Kurt huffed before beginning to sob.
"Let me... Let me help you back to bed." Blaine said, lifting Kurt up bridal style and laying him atop the covers. "Im gonna stay home with you today, okay?"

Kurt nodded and mumbled a quick 'thanks'.

"I'll go get you a bowl so you don't have to keep getting up. Then later, when you feel a bit better you can have a bath. That always seems to help me..."

Kurt watched Blaine leave and come back moments later with a large bowl, labeled 'the throw up bowl' and a glass of ice water.
"I don't use this bowl for anything but throw ups. I used to get sick a lot when I first moved here. And I got really drunk with my friends."

"Oh. I feel honored."

"You should. Get some rest. I'll be doing some laundry."

Kurt nodded as he left, leaving the door open a crack so he could here him if need be.

*****

Kurt woke up every hour or so to throw up for about five hours after that. It was now aroundone o'clockand Kurt lay lifeless on his bed. Sobbing like he just got attacked by a shark.

Blaine was in and out the entire day. He came in at about one thirty when he heard a rather violent vomiting fit. Okay, more like ran in like he was being chased by a psycho killer.

"Kurt!" He called as he saw this poor boy crawl to his bed. Blaine didn't know what to do. When Kurt got to the bed, Blaine watched him struggle to get up. He ran to him and picked him up, placing him back on the bed.
"Are you alright, honey?" Blaine asked. Wait. Honey...?
"Yeah... I'll be okay. Hey do you think you can run a hit bath?"
"Of course I can," Blaine said before kissing Kurt's forehead and heading to Kurt's bathroom. He turned on the large bathtub's water and making sure the temperature was just right before plugging in the plug and adding bubbles. He dimmed the light so it would hurt Kurt's eyes, and he would just relax. After the tub was full, he turned off the running water and added a sent to the tub.

"Kurt? Your tubbies ready," Blaine said. Kurt tried to get up but failed miserably. Blaine picked him up again and took him to the bathroom. He began taking off Kurt's shirt. He pulled it over his shoulders and head, exposing beautiful pale skin.

When Kurt came to his senses, he weakly tried to tell Blaine to stop, but couldn't. He didn't care anymore. He just wanted a tub.

"You're beautiful." He heard Blaine say as he undid the button to his jeans. All Kurt could say was a really muffled 't-nks'. Which made no sense, but judging by the chuckle that escaped Blaine's lips, he didn't care.

"Can you lay down so I can get these off you?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded, and let Blaine slowly lower him to the cold tile. He felt Blaine's hands pull his jeans off and heard them thrown a across the room.
"You okay for me to... Um..." Blaine managed. But Kurt got it. He hesitated before nodding. Because he wanted Blaine to know. He didn't want him to be in the dark about it. What did it matter anyway?

He shook as Blaine tore off his socks, then slowly... His briefs. Revealing his pussy. The look on Blaine's face made Kurt want to cry. He didn't look disgusted just... Shocked. It looked like he didn't want to say anything. Kurt felt blainelift him up and down into the hot water.

"Um... Call me when you're done..." Blaine said before leaving.

Kurt didn't have the energy. He simply closed his eyes.

*****

Blaine didn't know why he reacted that way. Maybe just... Shock. The fact that Kurt let him see was crazy. But he really liked it. And he'll deny this if anyone asked but... He wants it. If you could have it, life would be awesome. The world would be a better place.

*****

"Kurt?" Kurt looked up from his spot on his bed to a shaken Blaine.
"Yeah?" Kurt said.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Reacting the way that I did..."

"To what? My vagina?"

"Uh... Yeah. It's just that I was shocked. I didn't know you were trans-"

"I'm not trans. Wanna know why? Because the doctors clarified me as a boy. They say I don't have any female hormones. All male. They said its the strangest thing ever but it's natural and-"

"Beautiful?"

"Yes... And I don't like it but its me so..."

Blaine stared at him as a hit tear rolled down his cheek.

"I think it's beautiful." Blaine whispered, suddenly next to him.Kurt smiled. No one ever told him that to his face.

"I think you're beautiful." Blaine said louder before placing a kiss to a pale shoulder. "Are you feeling any better?"

"Yeah, just need sleep."

"I'll leave you to it, then."

Blaine turned of the light and closed the door.

When he got to his bedroom, he stripped down to his briefs and jumped in bed. This was going to be a long night.