"All I want to do is curl up in bed and sleep. I had a shocking day" Kurt sighed into the phone as he stepped into the elevator of his apartment building. Coming home from a long shift at Saks on Fifth Avenue where he'd been working for the three weeks they had been living in New York, Kurt was exhausted. If he didn't see another cream coloured sweater or deep purple pencil skirt for another 24 hours he'd be a very happy man.
Pulling out his keys as Rachel rambled on about how she was finding it so hard to find an acceptable job for an up and coming superstar, Kurt opened the door only to have it jar by the chain across the gap.
"Rach, I'll call you back" he almost yelled over his best friend's ranting and hung up once he managed to say goodbye "Blaine? Can you unchain the door please?"
Blaine raced to the door but refused to unchain it "I have to ask you one question before I open this door to you"
"What is it?"
"Uh, I'm the one asking the questions here Kurt" he laughed. Kurt's 'not happy, Jan' expression made his sigh softly "Ok, have you ever had the chicken pox?"
"Yeah, when I was seven why?"
"Because our three year old has them"
"Let me in" Kurt sighed softly. They didn't need this but it was a part of life. She was going to get them eventually. Blaine opened the door and stepped aside so Kurt could see their little girl on the couch with little pink blotches of calamine lotion all over her skin "You tied socks onto her hands?"
"It stopped her from scratching..."
Kurt laughed softly and pressed a soft kiss to his boyfriend's forehead. Using the rouge of comforting Blaine when they had a rough week ahead of them, Kurt was also checking his temperature. Blaine didn't look very good so Kurt wanted to make sure he didn't have two sick babies.
"Are you feeling ok?"
"Do I have a fever, Mom?" Blaine chuckled "My Mom used to kiss my forehead when I was a kid. You don't fool me"
"You are running a slight fever; you've had the chicken pox before haven't you?"
"I was five"
"Could be completely unrelated..."
"Quite possibly"
"Either way I'm putting you both to bed" Kurt chuckled and made his way over to the couch. Pulling his daughter up into his arms, he rubbed her back gently trying to give her a little relief from the scratching. He kissed her forehead much like he'd done with Blaine to check her temperature and she was just as hot as her father. Layering another coat of calamine lotion onto Claire's polka dotted skin, he put her to bed.
By the time Kurt made it back to his own bedroom, Blaine was already asleep and snuggled up, shirtless on the bed. Kurt took a moment to appreciate the adorableness that was his boyfriend before changing and slipping in beside him. Wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist, he snuggled close.

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Kurt stirred with a soft groan as bright sunlight streamed into his bedroom. Wishing he'd remembered to pull the blinds all the way closed the night before, he kissed his hopes of a sleep in goodbye. Kurt noticed that Blaine too was starting to wake so he started to rub his boyfriend's stomach knowing how much it annoyed him.
A little surprised that his boyfriend was enjoying this stomach rub instead of instantly refusing, Kurt lifted Blaine's shirt to see his stomach covered in red spots. He sighed softly and got up off the bed to grab the calamine lotion. Without even realising, Blaine had scratched his skin through the night and in the daylight it was red raw. Scratching behind his neck, Blaine sat up with a soft groan wishing his boyfriend would come back to bed.
"Stop or I will tie sock to your hands Blaine" Kurt chuckled as he saw Blaine scratching.
"Why would you...?" Blaine began until he looked at his arm and the red sots dotted all over his olive skin "But I've had the chicken pox"
"Could you have maybe had the measles as a kid?"
"Maybe..."
"Ok you stay here; you're not going anywhere"
"But Claire..."
"I've got her; you just try not to scratch"
"You have to work..."
"My boy and our daughter are sick. I'm staying here to look after you both ok?"
"Ok" Blaine chuckled and without thinking started to scratch his shoulder only to have Kurt slap his hand away "Sorry"
Kurt shook his head with a laugh as he pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's forehead checking that he did indeed have a fever. Leaving the room to find the calamine lotion, Kurt made a quick call to work to tell them he wouldn't be in for the rest of the week. Family came first and his family was sick.
Kurt checked on Claire and she was just like her father scratching wherever she could reach. Pulling the three year old into his arms, Kurt rubbed her back gently hoping to ease some of the discomfort before taking her into the bathroom. Bathing her in the cool water, he attempted to get her fever down a little. Kurt dried Claire off, gently patting her itchy skin and dressed her in a clean pair of pyjamas and a fresh layer of calamine lotion before setting her down on the couch. Claire and her father were going to spend the next few days perched on that couch until they felt better.
Repeating the same process with Blaine, even the bath, Kurt sat his boyfriend down on the couch beside Claire and put 'Tangled' into the DVD player. A Disney movie was exactly what these two needed when they were sick. Getting them both a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice, Kurt knew this was going to be a long week for all of them.

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"Papa?" Claire asked as she crawled into Kurt's lap and snuggled close to his chest. It was day three of the Anderson chicken pox outbreak and Blaine hadn't even emerged from the bedroom that morning. Setting Claire up with another Disney movie, Kurt sat beside the little girl all day getting some pre-admissions work for NYADA done.
"Yes, pretty girl?" Kurt smiled as he abandoned his laptop and cuddled Claire close
"Why don't you have spots like Daddy and me?"
"Because I got the spots when I was a kid. I remember my Dad pouring oatmeal all over me for a week"
"He made you bath in oatmeal cookies like the ones you make?"
"Not cookies but it was kinda like milk" he chuckled and took Claire's hands as she tried to scratch her legs "If you don't stop scratching I'll make you have an oatmeal bath"
"I don't want to have a milk bath Papa. I only like milkshakes" she gasped and squeezed Kurt's hands as tight as she could.
"It's ok Princess, no milk baths"
"Are you gonna make Daddy take a milk bath, Papa?"
"Maybe" Kurt smiled. Blaine was worse than Claire when it came to scratching and if Kurt wanted to keep his boyfriend skin its normal perfection, an oatmeal bath might be a good option. "If he doesn't get up soon I might throw some Cheerios in the bath and he can have dinner while he soaks"
"He can have a cereal bath" Claire giggled and rubbed her nose against Kurt's shoulder. Lifting her chin, Kurt placed a soft kiss on the little red spot forming on the tip of her nose.
"You're going to feel better soon Princess, I promise"
"I hope so Papa"
Claire squirmed in Kurt's arms and turned herself around so she could keep watching 'Beauty and the Beast'. Relaxing back into the couch, Kurt held her close and hummed softly along to all the songs. This was his favourite movie to watch when he was sick and that tradition had been passed down to his little girl.
Just as the beast turned back into the handsome prince, Blaine emerged from his bedroom and flopped down onto the couch beside his boyfriend and daughter. He snuggled into Kurt's side and Kurt wrapped his arm around his shoulders.
"How are you feeling?" Kurt asked as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of his boyfriend's head.
"Itchy" Blaine sighed softly "How long til this goes away?"
"A few more days..."
"Papa said he's going to make you sit in a cereal bath" Claire giggled as she twisted on Kurt's lap to face her Dad "With Cheerios and everything"
"Kurt you know Santana, Brittany and Quinn were never my type but if you insist" Blaine smirked and looked up at Kurt who didn't look impressed "With Cheerios as in cereal not the cheerleaders ok I'm following you now" he laughed "Why am I having a bath with my breakfast?"
"It would be an oatmeal bath actually but it looks a bit like milk. It soothes the itching"
"Yes please, anything to make my skin stop crawling"
"You're worse than Claire with the complaining" Kurt chuckled and rubbed Blaine's back gently, knowing it was helping a little "It'll go away soon, I promise"
"Papa? Can we watch Wizard of Oz now?"
"Of course we can"
Claire slipped off Kurt's lap and changed the DVD in the player. For a three year old she was quite a smart kid. She had learnt to change the DVD but hadn't managed to master the remote just yet. Handing it to Kurt as she climbed back up onto his lap, Claire bounced eagerly waiting for another of her favourite movies.
It wasn't long before Claire was snuggled up asleep on Kurt's lap and Blaine was so comfortable he could nod off at any moment. Running his hands through Blaine's hair softly, Kurt massaged his scalp gently. Blaine loved having his head rubbed so much he almost purred like a kitten.
"Thank you for taking care of Claire and I. You're amazing, y'know that?" Blaine smiled and looked up at Kurt. He really didn't deserve Kurt and the amazing care he'd been given over the past three days.
"You gotta do what's necessary when your family is sick"
"We're family?"
"Of course we are"
Claire had been calling Kurt Papa for close to eight months now but Blaine was never quite sure where Kurt stood on that. He knew Kurt adored that little girl more than anything but it was nice to hear him refer to him as family as well. Hoping to be with Kurt for the rest of his life, Blaine was a little more optimistic about a bright future with such a giving and caring man.
"I love you, Kurt"
"I love you too, Blaine"
"Spots and all?"
"I love you and every little spot. Always and forever"