Blaine was sick. Blaine was sick of being sick. All he wanted was to be able to make a single coffee date with his boyfriend this week, but apparently the universe had other ideas. So here Blaine Anderson was; once more hunched over the toilet bowl, eyes watering with unshed tears as his phone rang off playing Teenage Dream for a certain someone’s ring tone.

It was Saturday and so far this week Blaine had missed four dates with Kurt. Monday’s weekly after class coffee had been missed because Blaine’s entire day had been shifted back almost two hours because he had spent most of the morning revisiting the previous night’s meal until he was painfully dry retching. Tuesday’s rescheduled coffee hadn’t even gotten a look in because as soon as he finished classes Blaine promptly passed out on his bed on top of the comforter, still in full uniform, only being awoken at almost eight pm by seniors David and Wes of the Warbler council enquiring over his absence from practice. It was four hours past his planned meeting time with Kurt and the chestnut haired boy had worriedly called around all of the Warbler boys asking where Blaine was.

Never had the shorter boy felt so guilty. He had told some story about the first month back at school having been hell and not managed to keep up with sleep now that midterms were almost upon them and Kurt had swallowed it with only minor protest but knowing that Blaine did always over stress and then proceeded to affectionately threaten him to ensure he got early nights for the rest of the week no matter if it meant they had less time for their regular phone calls because he remembered how hard Daltons work load was from his term there.

So, Monday and Tuesday were then replaced with Friday night dinner where Blaine was invited to the weekly Hummel-Hudson family dinner. Blaine had been to quite the handful of these dinners over the summer but it was to be his first since the school year had restarted but his stomach hadn’t played fair. After beginning the drive to Lima, which was over an hour and a half on a good day, the traffic was almost at a standstill because it was late afternoon on a Friday. Blaine was in the car for barely twenty minutes when he had to call Kurt, almost in tears, to tell him there was no way he was going to make it all the way to Lima as he felt so nauseous he could barely sit up.

Swallowing down the lump in his throat Blaine weekly assured his boyfriend he didn’t need to be picked up and taken back to Dalton, that it would be a waste for Kurt to drive all the way out to drive all the way home again… “No Blaine, any time with you is not a waste, especially if you’re sick and you need me.” “Are you sure you’re okay?” “Well, just make sure if you’re feeling nauseous or light headed again you pull over.” “You better ring me when you get back to Dalton.” “I love you.”

In the end Blaine had admitted defeat, much to his own chagrin, and called Warbler Nick to pick him up, where he promptly passed out in the car.

Saturday morning had found Blaine tucked in his bed, presumably by Nick and a gaggle of Warbler boys, woken by a text from Kurt. “Nick told me what happened, when you get this please let me know how you’re doing, I'm coming up to Dalton today, like it or not.” So Blaine had texted back letting Kurt know he was indeed okay and that he couldn’t wait to see him, promising eleven am in the cafeteria for coffee.

And so we meet Blaine at 11:30am, half dressed, hair a dishevelled mess, running late for coffee, but unable to answer his phone which is presumably Kurt ringing to query his lateness. Blaine sighed, praying his stomach would not lurch the second he tried to stand, again.

Three missed calls and four text messages sat on Blaine’s home screen for a moment as he managed to stagger out of the bathroom to his bedside table to pick up his phone before it began ringing out with the Katy Perry tune. The opening bar barely finished before Blaine pressed ‘accept’.

“Oh Blaine, thank god, I think Wes suspects I'm going insane the way I'm asking ever Warbler I can find if they know where you are, I'm almost at your room, if that’s okay, I mean you don’t mind do you because-“

Blaine half smiled before remembering Kurt couldn’t actually see him. Even when he was sick Kurt couldn’t fail to put a smile on his face, especially when he was rambling adorably.

“No I was just about to come down, sorry I feel back to sleep.” Blaine finally managed to cut off Kurt’s steam roll.

But the other boy was just as quick with his comeback. “Don’t lie to me Blaine Warbler you’ve been sick all week, and have been lethargic and generally not yourself even longer, those Warblers aren’t as loyal as you think, the second I mentioned it they were spilling it all.” Blaine sighed. Maybe he wasn’t putting up a good a front as he thought.

“Just come up to my room Kurt, I'm unlocking the door.” Blaine finally gave in and replied tiredly before the call cut off and the moment Blaine unlocked the door Kurt was entering, looking a little more dishevelled than usual, probably from his frantic searching, but still just as beautiful as ever.

Blaine could feel Kurt’s eyes raking his body, but not in the usual sexual manner where Blaine would put on his cocky smirk that only Kurt would ever see and would pull him in and kiss him deeply. No, this time Blaine could see the worry creasing his boyfriend’s forehead and his eyes lingered on Blaine’s usually perfectly styled hair, eyes that had dark circles under them from almost a month of nausea and feeling very much out of himself, all the way to his untucked polo shirt.

Blaine was usually so put together, Kurt knew all of his insecurities by now. Over the six months they had been dating and even longer of knowing each other their walls had started to come down. Even though they both very much put up walls in public these days they were so much more open with each other and the sources of insecurity were very much forgotten in their alone time, especially after losing their virginities to each other over the summer.

Kurt and Blaine observed each other for what could have been an eternity when in reality a split second passed before they moved into each other’s arms. Kurt pulled Blaine into his arms where the latter rested his chin in the crook of Kurt’s neck. Kurt somehow managed to steer them to the bed where Kurt sat up against the head board of Blaine’s bed and pulled the smaller boy into his chest. “Shh” he cooed softly, Blaine hadn’t even realised his body was shaking from exhaustion from the inability to sleep and the sickness that meant he was rarely keeping meals down over the past three weeks and even worse so this past week.

“Sleep, we’ll talk later.” Kurt promised softly, carding his elegant fingers through Blaine’s curls. It was a move Kurt knew for a fact sent Blaine off into the land of slumber without fail. Blaine could only mumble out a “love you” before he was asleep in his boyfriend’s arms.