Kurt slowly shuffled from his bedroom of the apartment he shared with his best friend, Santana, to the kitchen in a desperate search for coffee. His head is pounding and he was finding it harder and harder to breathe. Ugh I am getting sick. Great, just great. A sudden coughing fit left him clutching his counter for support. His lungs felt like they were going to explode."Gayby, you need to go to the doctor." Santana said to him while covering her face with her arm; as if that would protect her from the germs."I know, but I really don't want to move. Everything hurts; I just want to go to bed." He replied sullenly, still clutching the counter."I'm calling Dr. Craig, I'm making you an appointment for this morning, try to make yourself presentable.""Ugh fine, you're taking me.""As long as you don't breathe on me, fine. I have a hot date tonight; I can't get her sick." She answered as she reached for her phone."I do not want the details.""You're just mad that you aren't getting the D.""Santan-" he tried to joke. Unfortunately, his chest chose that moment become tight as his coughing fit started once again."I'm calling now."Kurt drug himself towards the bathroom and started the shower. He glanced at himself in the mirror and he willed himself not to cry. He looked awful. His eyes were sunken, and his skin was an unnatural shade of grey. His nose was as red as Rudolph's and his hair – oh, don't think about the hair.He slowly stripped and practically climbed into the shower. The hot water felt good beating across his skin, but the heat quickly made him feel weak so he allowed himself to crouch on the floor of the shower and let it beat across his back.He must have fallen asleep because he woke up to Santana practically in the tub with him trying to get him to his feet."I- I'm cold." He managed to choke out."Well no shit!" She shouted as she tried to help in off the ground. "You scared me half to death, asshole. You have been in here so long the water ran cold. What would possess you to sleep in a shower - with water? Are you trying to kill yourself?""I'm sorry, I'm just so tired.""Come on, stand up. I'll help you get dressed. Dr. Craig will see you as soon as we can get down there.""I can't stand up, you'll- you'll see my penis... That's private." Okay, the fever was setting in and he was starting to get delirious. What is he even talking about?"Lady, it wouldn't be the first time I saw your penis and it won't be the last. Hell you were walking around here naked as the day you were born last week.""So were you, I didn't want you to feel lonely." He tried to laugh, but failed miserably."Like I said, up on three. One. Two. Three." On three she hoisted Kurt to his feet and into a towel. "Now come on let's get you to your room."Santana made Kurt hold her around her shoulder and she led him to his room. He tried to reach for a pair of his jeans that were folded over a chair but Santana quickly snatched them away. "Sorry love, but today you are wearing sweatpants."Even sick as he was Kurt felt scandalized. "No! Absolutely not. I am not leaving this apartment in sweatpants!""Are you strong enough to tuck and squeeze your ass into your jeans?""I do not tuck and I can do it.""Fine." She said as she threw him a pair of briefs and the dark washed skinny jeans at him. He slowly pulled up the underwear and started to put on the jeans. By the time he had them to his knees his body gave out on him and he collapsed onto the bed. "See. Now I'm going to take them off and you're putting on your sweats." Kurt groaned and reluctantly let Santana dress him. "You owe me big time for this.""You love me." Santana rolled her eyes and her best friend. Yes she did love him. The two of them have been through more in their lives than they really should have. But there is no changing the past; only going forward with the future.After a half an hour Santana was finally able to get Kurt to stand up long enough for her to get him ready. They left shortly afterwards. Taking Kurt's condition into account, Santana called ahead to have a cab meet them in front of their brownstone. Luckily, it pulled up just as they were exiting the building.The cab driver looked at the pair as if he was going to catch the plague the entire trip. Santana made sure to tip him an extra few dollars and laughed as he frantically Lysol-ed his entire cab after they got out.The two slowly descended the stairs to the basement office of the small practice. Kurt seemed to be getting worse by the minute. Santana was practically dragging him up to the window."How can I help you?" The secretary asked through her window."Kurt Hummel here to see Dr. Craig." The receptionist looked down at the list in front of her."Um, he's not on his schedule." She said snidely.Santana was already getting sick of her shit and they hadn't even been in the office for an entire minute yet. "Why don't you look again because I spoke with the doctor myself less than two hours ago and he told us to come right in."The girl skimmed the computer and looked right back at Santana. "Sorry, there is nothing there. I have an appointment tomorrow he can come in."Santana was fuming now. "Listen little girl. If I have to go back there and get Louis myself I will. Don't tempt me." She pulled a twenty out of her bag and shoved it through the window. "Now here is Kurt's copay. Run along and tell Dr. Craig we are here. In case you haven't noticed he can barely stand. " The secretary was about to roll her eyes when a man came up behind her."Is there a problem here?" The man questioned. The secretary started to answer with a 'no', but Santana quickly cut her off."Yes there is a problem. I spoke with Dr. Craig about two hours ago about my roommate. He told us to come right in and your office staff is telling us that we don't have an appointment and to come back tomorrow. My friend passed out in the shower this morning and needs to see the doctor now. I gave her his copay now I expect-" Her tirade was abruptly stopped by another coughing attack which sent Kurt to the floor.The man ran from the office out to the door which led into the waiting room. "Oh my goodness. Let's get you up. Kittura call Dr. Craig out here now." Less than a minute later Dr. Craig and the man were helping Kurt to his feet and walking him into the examination room.The next half an hour passed in a blur for Santana. Kurt was pretty much out of it for the majority of the visit, becoming weaker as the minutes passed. The doctor and nurse would rush in and out of the room with all sorts of different equipment and doing different tests."Well I am calling an ambulance to bring him to the hospital. I have a feeling that he has the flu and a possible case of pneumonia. It's vital that he get antivirals and treated for the pneumonia. It is an epidemic this season. Santana, I am also going to prescribe you Tamiflu to help prevent you from getting it. It will be at the hospital pharmacy waiting for you." The doctor left the room quickly and called ahead to the emergency room. She heard him tell the girl – Kitty? – to make sure that the entire place is cleaned and every patient get masks today on his way to the phone."Tana, I feel like shit.""I know babe." She said brushing the hair out of his face as he lie curled into a ball on the exam table. His skin was cold and clammy and she frowned as she rubbed his shoulder. They may ride each other's cases all the time but they really did love each other. They were the ying to each other's yang. Santana would never admit it, but she was scared. She knew how bad the flu was the season, she heard about the people dying and local states declaring states of emergencies. She quickly began to overreact in her head. I can't lose him; he's all I have left after Liliana. I need him. He's my best friend."Hey, are you okay?" She heard a voice from the door ask.Santana quickly broke out of her trance and turned to face the voice. "Yea, I just hate seeing him like this.""He'll be okay.""But how do you know? People have died from this.""Mostly immunocompromised persons and the elderly. As long as he is normally healthy he should be okay. You really seem to love him.""He's my best friend.""I'm sorry if I'm overstepping, but how long have you been together?"As worried as she was, she couldn't help but laugh at the tiny man. "Ay Dios mio, together? Um, no. He's just my friend. We don't exactly play for each other's team. Well maybe we do if you really want to get technical. No matter, we are both capital G gay."He couldn't help but laugh at the crassness of the woman in front of him. He liked her."Do you have a problem with that? Because if you do-" He quickly cut her off."No, no problem. I just like you, you have a rare fire." With that the conversation brought to a halt as the paramedics came in to the room to transfer Kurt to the hospital. Kurt was pretty much gone at this point, his body losing its battle to the fatigue plaguing it.