Sick Bed

“Knock knock!” Kurt whispered.He heard a strange moan noise and a grunt. He opened the door a smidge. Blaine was lying on his bed, hair messy, and nose red, clothes crumpled, over the covers and covered in tissues.

“Kuuuurt! I told you not to come!”Blaine moaned.

“Well, you kind of made it sound like I should come. I mean I feel so ill is kind of obvious that you wanted me.” Kurt said in his best sickie voice. Blaine threw a pillow at him, Kurt dodged it.

“You shouldn’t be abusing me because I bought soup!”

Blaine shoved his head under that cover and Kurt tutted.

“It’s your favourite. From Breadstix!”

“With melted cheese?”

“Oh but of course! Come on Blaine, you know you want to!” Kurt said in his baby voice.

Blaine reluctantly pulled his head out of the cover. He stuck his tongue out at Kurt.

“Baby,” Kurt opened the lid, “Come on, little Blainey, come on! Open your mouth, open your big mouth!”

“I can feed myself you know that.” Blaine replied bluntly. He took the soup and the spoon and spilt it on his front. He started fake crying.

“Aaaah! Waaa!”

“Oh shut up. If you wanted me to feed you, you should have just said.” Kurt carefully fed Blaine until it was finished.

“See, wasn’t so hard now was it?”

“I want to sleep.”

“Ok.” Kurt climbed into the double bed and got out his phone. Blaine closed his eyes. He woke up 10 minutes later feeling very ill.

“Kurt, Kurt!” he shook Kurt’s shoulder, “Kurt, I feel sick!”

Kurt turned to face him only to be soaked with puke.

“Bleeeeeeurgh! Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaine!!!!!! I’m going to kill you, this was a Marc Jacobs original!”

“Kurt, I’m so sorry! Do you want a change of clothes?”

“Please. It’s just, it smells so,” Kurt gagged, “Yes please.” He jumped off the bed and ran into the en suite bathroom. A few minutes later, Kurt came out of the bathroom.

“Blaaaaine! I hate your fashion sense!” Kurt was wearing beige chino’s which were way to short for him and a white polo which looked terrible on him.

“Haha!” Blaine pointed at Kurt and laughed.

“Oh shut it. At least I don’t look like something that’s been eaten by and tiger, pooped out by the tiger and then shoved into a blender and then eaten and spat out but an elephant!

“Lovely simile.”

“Actually, it was a metaphor! Woo!” Kurt walked over to the bed and kissed him.

“No Kurt, you’ll catch something from me.”

“I don’t care.”

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When it was 8.00, Kurt got up to leave. Blaine was finally well enough to walk. “Hey Kurt, I’m really happy you came here today, I feel so much better.”

“That’s ok. I’ll do anything for you, I love you.”

“Love you too, see you tomorrow.”

Blaine watched Kurt as he walked down to his car. “I am so lucky to have him.” He thought to himself.

THE NEXT DAY!

# you were only waiting for-#

“Hello”

“Hi, hey Blaine.”

“Kurt? You sound…”

“Look Blaine, can you come round?”

“Why…?”

“I’m ill.”

“What was that?”

“I’m ill, thanks to you.”

“Thanks to yerself! I said you shouldn't kiss me, but what did you do? Kiss me, you just insisted...then again who could resist my incredible charm...”

“Shut it Blaine. I get it I kissed you whatever. Can you just come. Please!”

“Fine. But, this ain’t gonna be a frequent thing, just so you know. I don’t like snotty noses or mucus or puke-“

“You think I like puke after it destroyed my Marc Jacobs jacket? Really Blaine you should know me better. Anyway just come and bring-”

“Soup, got it."

“Love you.”