Blaine jolted awake again, rubbing his eyes blearily as he struggled to adjust to the darkness in their room. He tried to sit up, only to be stopped by an arm gripping his waist tightly. And that’s when he realized that Kurt was curled up against his chest, sobbing brokenly and clutching Blaine like a lifeline. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, tugging him close and murmuring into his hair as he rubbed a hand up and down his back.

Kurt’s sobs quieted gradually, tapering off into sniffles and hiccups before his stuttering breaths finally evened out once more.

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The next time Blaine woke, sunlight was just beginning to stream through the curtains. He groaned, stretching his arms over his head and reaching to the side.

Kurt’s side of the bed was empty.

Blaine flung the covers aside, leaping from the bed and yanking the bedroom door open. He paused in the hallway, listening for any sound to indicate where Kurt was.

He heard retching from the bathroom and sighed, walking over and gently opening the door.

“Kurt?”

“Go...away,” Kurt managed, hands clutching the toilet fiercely.

Blaine knelt next to him, resting a hand on his neck.

“Leave me alone,” Kurt snarled, yanking his hand away.

Blaine sat motionless for a moment, pressing his lips together and rubbing a hand over his eyes.

“Fine,” he said, rising and leaving the room. “Take care of yourself, then.” He slammed the bathroom door closed and returned to the bedroom, closing and locking the door before flinging himself back onto the bed.

Less than five minutes passed before Blaine heard a pounding on the door. Blaine buried his face in his pillow and yanked another over his head, trying to muffle the noise.

“Blaine...Blaine....Blaine....” Kurt was crying again, sobbing Blaine’s name as he continued to pound on the door. Blaine felt tears well in his own eyes and wet the pillow beneath him. He clutched the pillow tighter around his head, resisting the urge to get up and go to Kurt.

The pounding stopped. After a few moments of silence, Blaine heard Kurt whimper. “Blaine, please, I’m...I’m sorry.”

And then he began sobbing in earnest.

Blaine groaned, flinging the pillow at the door and clapping his hands over his ears. After a few minutes, he dropped his hands and listened. Kurt was still crying, more softly now, and he’d stopped pounding on the door. Blaine stood, crossing the room and slowly opening the door.

Kurt lay just outside the door, an arm wrapped tight around his stomach, the other flung over his face to muffle his sobs. His face was flushed red and tear-streaked, his shoulders shaking violently.

Blaine sighed. “Oh, Kurt.” He bent down, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

Kurt dropped his arm, reaching up and wrapping his hand tight around Blaine’s wrist. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m - ” He stopped speaking abruptly, rolling over and dashing back to the bathroom.

Blaine followed, standing in the entryway until Kurt’s stomach had stopped heaving. He stepped into the bathroom and knelt next to him, rubbing a hand up and down his back. “I’ll go make up the couch for you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Blaine returned a few minutes later to find Kurt slumped against the cabinet beneath the sink, eyes closed and his legs splayed in front of him. Blaine knelt and tucked an arm beneath Kurt’s legs, the other wrapping around his upper back. “C’mon,” he whispered. “Let’s get you back to bed.” Blaine carefully made his way down the hall to the living room and set Kurt down on the couch, tucking a blanket around him.

“Blaine?” Kurt murmured.

“Yes?” Blaine replied, his fingers brushing Kurt’s hair away from Kurt’s forehead.

Kurt opened his eyes slowly. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m really, really - ”

“Hush.” Blaine rested a finger on Kurt’s lips. “We’ll talk about it once you’re feeling better.” He kissed Kurt’s forehead, then crossed the room to settle into the recliner.