Kurt lets out a little whimper as sunlight filters in through the window, falling across his eyes and making the sharp spikes of pain going through his head worse. He rolls over, letting out another pained whimper when the sore side of his body presses into the mattress. He mentally curses losing his balance the day before, but, really, it was Blaines fault for wanting to try acrobatic sex. And now hes woken up with a migraine. Today sucks, he decides, flipping onto his stomach and burrowing further into bed in hopes to make the pain go away.

"Still no better?" Blaine asks softly as he comes into the room. The mattress dips under his weight and his warm hand rubs circles on Kurts back.

Kurt whimpers in answer before slightly moving his head, keeping the pillow over his eyes, so he can say, "Not really. Its been raining for days and now that Ive got a headache, theres not a cloud in the sky. How is that fair?" He sticks his whole head under the pillow again.

A cold pack his draped over the back of his neck and the smell of peppermint tea finally hits his nose. "Come on, lets get you feeling better," Blaine urges, helping him sit up. "Drink up while I find something to put over the windows for today and tomorrow, well go get some fabric for curtains, okay?"

Kurt sighs, taking a sip of the tea before leaning over to kiss his husband. "Youre the best ever."