There’s another knock on Blaine’s door just as he settles into bed to watch bad daytime tv.

“What now Sarah,” he says with a sigh.

His sister peaks her head around the door and bats her eye lashes at him. “Mom says you have at least two more blankets you could give me and maybe a pillow.”

“Seriously? Why? And I need this pillow for my arm. And I’m cold, so you can have one of the other blankets.” He’s only been half paying attention to what she’s been flitting around doing for the past half hour, but it’s probably something ridiculous.

“Fine. But I’ll be back again,” she threatens as she storms off.

Blaine rolls his eyes, but still kind of wonders what she’s up to and he’s fairly bored now that he’s feeling better. As he makes his way downstairs, he’s stopped by something in the formal living room that no one ever lives in.

“Sarah?”

“NOOOO!!!” she yells from the largest blanket fort Blaine has ever seen. The structure is actually fairly impressive. “You weren’t supposed to see it yet.” She hops out from somewhere in the middle, red faced.

“I made it for you. I wanted to cheer you up and mom said that was a good idea, but she wasn’t sure you were going to be able to get in it, if you’re hurt too much.”

Blaine suddenly feels like crying and he knows in that instant he’s definitely not “hurt too much” to get into this masterpiece from his baby sister.