I hate being sick. I hate it.

I hate feeling my guts being twisted way too many times, seconds just before I vomit. I hate the way fever burns behind my eyes. I hate having the muscle pains and the runny nose
that comes with the stupid flu. I hate being confined in bed.

I just hate it.

It's been a week since the piano bar mini gig and everything has been going really well since then. That was until two days ago when I was caught in the rain for half an hour waiting for a taxi to get home. I was from a business meeting and no, it hasn't rained once in the past week so it wasn't exactly expected.
It started with a simple cough. Then the colds. Then the joint pains. Finally, on the 3rd day, I was useless. Blaine has been very helpful, hopping into my place every free time he has. He has encouraged me with chicken soups and warm blankets and medical advises such as: "Drink lots of water," "Rest for the day," "It will go away in a couple of days." But by the 4th day, I was becoming impatient. Blaine came in at around six in the evening and seeing that I was still confined to my bed, I saw his face sulk.

"You do not look too good." He said with a frown.

"Well, I do not exactly feel good either." I said in response

Bending down to open the bag his has earlier placed on the floor to get something, I tried to stop a coughing feat, and failed. He stood back up with his stethoscope at hand.

"Seriously?" I asked.

He just walked forward and placed the earpieces on his ear.

"Yup." He answered as he placed the metal part against my chest.

"Inhale." He instructed as he listened and I complied.

"Exhale." He said again and I followed. He did it a couple more times, the frown never really leaving his face.

"Huh." He said with a sigh. He stood up from the side of the bed and walked towards the door.

"I'll be right back." He said and left without waiting for a response.

Ten minutes later, Blaine came back with a paper bag at hand. I watched in silence as he pulled a plastic bottle of what appears to be an IV fluid and walked over to my bed, dragging my coat hanger behind him. He then hooked the bottle on his makeshift IV stand and kneeled on the floor beside me.

"Hand me your arm." He said, a small smirk forming on the side of his lips.

"Should I trust you?" I asked, lost as to what he's up to.

"You know you would." He answered back, the smile a little bit wider.

I gave him my hand, which he caressed a couple of times before turning to search his paper bag again. He then produced a long plastic tubing which he then connected to the bottle he hanged earlier before studying my hand again. Grabbing a latex glove, he wrapped it tightly around my wrist and asked me close and open my hand a couple of times. He then went to study the veins on my hand for a while, occasionally dabbing it with a moist alcohol swab. Finally selecting a straight one, he produced an IV cannula from his bag and opened it.

"I don't think that's necessary." I objected.

He just smiled even wider and planted a small kiss on my hand before wiping it with the cotton swab again.

"This won't hurt a bit. Take a deep breath." He instructed as he smoothly inserted the cannula beneath my skin. It stung, but it was bearable I guess. The fear of those needles were definitely overrated. He quickly connected it to the plastic tubing he has prepared and ran the IV. Finally, he taped the line in place along my arm and stood up. Lastly he produced two syringes and transferred medications from small vials he had in his bag as well.

"This one is for the fever." He said as he slowly inserted it on my IV.

"And this one, for the tummy ache."

It didn't work right away, but after half an hour I was significantly better. Blaine has made himself busy by cooking noodle soup as I slept a bit.
Feeling my bed shift, I opened my eyes to see what he's up to. He had a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup on a tray and a white pill on the side.

"You should try and eat. And this is an antibiotic. I'm pretty sure that isn't just a flu. This will help you get better." He said as he handed me a spoon which I took, gratefully.
The IV bottle took another 3-4 hours before it was consumed and Blaine has stayed beside me for most of the night. It was almost 3AM when I realized the bottle was empty and he immediately removed both the bottle and the cannula on my hand.

"Better?" He asked, his eyes a little red from fatigue.

"I guess so." I said in reply shifting a bit to face him.

I felt him plant a kiss on my forehead before pushing himself off the floor.

"Don't go." I asked as he started to turn for the door. He looked at me questioningly, as I grabbed on to his hand.

"I was just going to throw away the empty bottles and the IV set, silly. Like I can leave you in that state." He said, a small smile playing on his lips. A couple more minutes later, he made his way to the other side of the bed and placed an arm behind my head before pulling me against his chest.

"Thank you." I said as I pressed my body closer against his.

"Don't mention it." He replied as he stifled a yawn.

"Let's get some sleep." He added.

~.~.~
The following morning, I woke up significantly better. Blaine was no longer beside me. A small note was placed on top of my bed side table, beside a glass of fresh orange juice and another white pill. Picking the folded paper up, I recognized Blaine's scrip asking me to drink the juice and the pill. I did so willingly, unable to stop the smile playing on my lips. I've always been fond of the caring side of him. With the doctor tricks he now has up his sleeve, it just makes him more irresistible. The small puncture site on my hand has left a tiny bruise but the warmth of the memory of Blaine's kiss last night made it more beautiful than it is ugly. I pushed myself off my bed and made my way to my closet. I pulled on the handle to open the door to select clothes for work but it didn't budge. I tried again but when I realized that it was locked, I started to wonder.
It was then that I noted yet another note stuck on the door. It was again on Blaine's handwriting.

"You are definitely not going to work, babe. PJs are by the bed."

"Seriously?!" I heard myself exclaim. Walking over to my phone, I speed dialled Blaine's number. He picked up on the 2nd ring.

"Nope." He said as he answered.

"I haven't even said anything!" I replied a bit surprised that he already had the answer.

"Kurt, recovering from pneumonia doesn't happen overnight. Give it at least 3 to 5 days!"

"You have got to be kidding me!"

"Look, take a couple of days off. Rest. Get better. Then we'll go out on a date, once I'm sure you won't be giving me any bugs, we might even get to make out. All night if you want us to." He teased.

"Fine." I replied in surrender. We said our goodbyes and I hung up. Sighing, I walked over to my bed and grabbed the pyjamas Blaine has prepared for me and walked to the bathroom. I turned the faucet on and watched as the tub fill for a while.

Bored, I left the water on and walked back to wander across the empty house a bit. I picked up some used blankets off the couch and dumped them on the laundry basket. Walking back to the living room, I saw Blaine's sweater hanging from one of the chairs. Instinctively, I picked that up too and dug through the pockets checking before tossing it to the laundry. On the left pocket was a still half-filled pack of cigarettes and on the left was a yellow prescription bottle with his name on it. It was of Lexapro.

The issue with Blaine and anti-depressants isn't new. Considering his traumatic relationship with Danny and his panic attack a couple months back, he probably needed it really. I toyed with the lighter that came with the cigarette pack as I thought of how difficult live has been for Blaine and how I never really saw any of this coming. He was the strong one. How could I have never imagined him breaking?

I was shaken from my deep thought by the sound of the overflowing water from the tub. Jumping to my feet, I hurried to the bathroom to turn the faucet off. Peeling my clothes off one at a time, I stared at my naked reflection on the mirror and sighed. Blaine was right, I actually do look sick. I had dark circles underneath my eyes and my cheeks sunken from the several days I couldn't keep anything down. I was about to step into the tub when I heard the front door open and close.
Wondering as to who has come in, I grabbed on a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I heard Blaine's voice just as I was about to exit my room.

"Kurt?" he called out and just as I stepped in-line with his view, I literally saw his jaw drop.

"I, uhm, I. God, Kurt." He mumbled, obviously at lost for words.

Blaine has seen me naked way too many times in the past. But was haven't been intimate in a very long time and standing in front of him naked suddenly wasn't the best idea. I felt blood rise to my cheeks as he tried (and failed) to stop staring.

"Fuck, Kurt. You're even more beautiful than I remember!" He exclaimed, taking a huge leap towards me.

He grabbed on both sides of my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb before allowing his eyes to wander downwards on my naked chest. I felt him pull me into a kiss and shocked as I was, I clearly had no intention of stopping him. Our lips met and it felt exactly the way I expected it: warm, delicious, safe, right. I kissed back, my tongue carefully asking permission into his mouth. My own hands finding their way behind his head, pulling him closer. Blaine obliged, parting his lips to allow me in. His hands lowered to caress on my chest, the warmth of those sending tingles up and down my spine.

Blaine's hands moved further southward and landed on my lower back where he pulled me impossibly closer against his body. His scent smelt the same, a yummy mix of strawberry hair gel and aftershave. He still was the Blaine I used to know after all.

Finally breaking from the kiss, Blaine started trailing feather light kisses behind my ear and on my neck, eliciting a moan from me.
"B-bedroom." I stuttered as he allowed a hand to lazily stroke on my rapidly growing erection.

"God, yes." He said as he allowed me to take his hand and lead him towards the bed.
As we reached the foot of the bed, he grabbed me again to kiss me, need very evident with his every breath. He tasted of coffee, cigarettes and mint. A combination that on a
normal day, I wouldn't approve. But at that moment, it tasted sexy as hell.

After our lips parted, Blaine caught my gaze for a few seconds as he lowered his hands to the towel wrapped around my waist. I gave him a small nod of approval and he slowly peeled the fluffy fabric off of me.

He took a step back and just looked. I felt my cheeks blush as I watched him stare, eyes burning with desire for a full ten seconds.
"Kurt. I can't exactly explain how much I've missed this. How much I've missed you." He said in a low voice.

Walking towards me again, he kissed me hard, pushing me off balance and on the bed. He was quickly on top of me, kissing, licking, sucking in all the places that made me burn further with need. I have stopped stifling the moans that keep escaping my lips. Blaine was touching me in the right places and that was all that I would ever need.

Blaine sat up and grabbed on the hems of his scrub top and pulled the fabric off his head and I went to undo the buttons of his jeans.

"I need you. In me. Now." I commanded.

He was more than happy to comply, rising briefly to pull of his pants completely before climbing back on top. Spitting on his hand and briskly rubbing it against his fully grown erection and mixing it with precum, he aligned his cock against my entrance and gently slid inside.

It took a while to instruct my muscles to cooperate at the sudden intrusion and the burning that came with the unpreparedness and the dryness was a bit comfortable at first, but hell did I care. As soon as Blaine was completely inside me, the fullness of which was almost too unbearable and I knew I could come if I wanted to. But I needed the moment to last longer and so, lifting my legs and wrapping them behind Blaine's naked body, I asked him to move.

And he did.

I've spent a huge part of my teenage years wondering as to what makes couples have sex. It was icky, it was uncomfortable, it was animalistic, and it definitely wasn't romantic. That was until I met Blaine and he has taught me that sex can make me complete, that it has made us one and that it has given us an experience that we can never make anyone else feel, even if we tried.

I felt that knots on the pit of my stomach tighten as I climbed into orgasm. And with one final stroke against my prostate, I felt my back arch off the bed as I came. Blaine was right behind me, pumping into me several more times before coming himself.

We laid still and quiet for a couple of minutes, both recovering from our orgasms. His cock was still buried within me, the fullness, a welcome feeling that I know I've longed for way too long.

"Kurt. God. I've missed this. I've missed you." He whispered against my ear before kissing and nipping on my earlobe again.

"I've missed you too." I replied.

"You okay?" he asked after carefully slipping out of me.

"The soreness is a welcome feeling right now to be honest." I replied truthfully.

"I love you." He said as he scooted beside me on the bed and scooping me into a tight hug. I rested my head against his chest and closed my eyes.

"I love you too, Blaine."