Blaine winced as his phone rang. Of course he was more than happy that Kurt was ringing him again, but... These head aches. They where beginning to get on his nerves. Despite this, he picked up the phone and smiled at Kurts voice. 

"Hey Honey!! How are you? It's so amazing here! You will DEFINITELY have to visit some time!" He says, joyfully. Blaine laughs at Kurts happiness. "Hey baby. I'm fine thanks! What about you? And, I will!!" The conversation carried on for around ten minutes, consisting of small talk and words along the lines of 'I miss you!' and 'I can't wait to see you..' Coming from both teens mouths. Around half an hour later, Blaine desided that now would be a good time to say goodnight, as his migrane was beginning to get rather painful. "Kurt, I love you, but I have to go now. I need to sleep." He said quickly, listening for Kurts responce. "Oh! Okay! Speak to you tomorrow, hun!" He responded before hanging up. Blaines sigh of relief was rather loud. Now he could finally take his paracetamol and have a nice nap...

When Blaine woke up, he was beyond confused. Why was he layed on the floor? He couldn't remember desiding to take his nap here! He couldn't have fallen out of bed because... He was in the bathroom! Hmm...Maybe he took too many paracetamols, Blaine thought to himself, but as he stood he noticed the packet was still full. What the hell had happened!? That was not important... What mattered was the huge mess that was now in the rather large bathroom. He must have tripped? Anyhow, Blaine begins to tidy up before his mother would be home. She's arriving home from a business trip in Canada, and Blaine was NOT prepared to be attacked the his mothers wrath for not keeping the house up to her usual standard. After what seemed like forever, the room was back to spotless. Not a speck of dirt or dust to be found.  He smiled, proud of his cleaning skills and walked back out. Although his mysterious 'nap' was longer than he originally wanted, he was still tired. Making his way back upstairs hears the sound of his mom opening the front door. Normally, Blaine wouldn't be this rude, but he was really really tired... Running to his room, he flopped down onto his bed, happy that now he had the chance to sleep...

After his magnificent nap, Blaine desided that now was probably the best time to greet his mother down stairs. Once he had quickly changed into something less creased, he began his departure to the kitchen. Listening for noises of his mother, he strangly could hear nothing. "Hello?" He called, waiting for his mothers responce. "Oh, Hi Blaine." Her call came from the office... Why didn't this surprise the teen. His mother always did her best to hide away in her work, to get away from the awkward conversations that would probably accure when he confronted her son. Blaine considered going in and asking her how her journey was, but she went in their to get away from him so instead he chose the kitchen... He could really do with a snack. Once said snack was in his tummy, he brgan to walk to the livingroom, when a pang of sickness hit him. Oh god, he thought, running to the bathroom. As he expected, once he was in the bathroom, he was vomiting viciously into the toilet. Was it the snack? It couldn't be... He had a yogurt and Blaine was pretty sure that was in date! Wiping his mouth with a moist towelette, he stood up and exited the room, groaning at the feeling in his tummy. Once again, he desided that the best cure would be a nice long nap.