woke up really sick :( not coming into school today so ill talk to you later. Heart ya.

-Kurt

Alright. Feel Better! I'll talk to you later. :) Heart you too.

-Blaine

Blaine felt devastated. He wouldn't be able to see Kurt after school today to do some song research for Regionals' and then hang out at Lima Bean for the their weekly coffee hang-out. But then again, he was sick. It happens. Nobody can be in perfect health all the time, right?

He sighed and sat down at the desk, waiting for the morning bell to ring so that the kids could start pouring in for the day. But a knock at the door made him stop before he picked up his coffee. “Yeah? Come on in,” Blaine called.

A woman with sandy blonde hair, slate blue eyes, and an impeccable style opened the door to the classroom. She held a piece of paper in her hand and smiled. “Oh, Miss Kari isn't in today?” she asked, suddenly looking embarrassed.

Blaine blinked. She must have been new. “Uh, no she isn't. She's out of town, but I'm subbing for her,” replied Blaine as he picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip of it, relishing the taste of caramel mixed with french vanilla.

She smiled, seeming a bit relaxed. “Awe, that's a bummer. I wanted to give her the worksheets she had let me borrow for my class,” she said as she took a step inside the classroom.

Blaine smiled. “I can still take the worksheets and make sure Mrs. Kari gets them,” said Blaine as the woman quickly walked in and placed the pile of two papers on the desk. As she walked away to leave.

“So you're the new English teacher then?” asked Blaine, turning his desk chair so that it was facing her.

She stopped and smiled, her cheeks going red as she turned around and leaned against the doorway as she crossed her arms just as she looked down at her Jimmy Choo shoes. “Yeah...I'm Elizabeth. Elizabeth Morenson,” she said as she looked up to meet Blaine's eyes.

“Well, welcome to McKinley, Mrs. Morenson. I'm Blaine Anderson,” Blaine said with a smile as he got to his feet and sat his coffee down, walking over to Elizabeth with a hand outstretched to her for politeness.

Elizabeth blushed more. “It's...'Miss'. I'm not married,” she said as she switched to leaning on her other leg.

Blaine raised his eyebrows. He may be gay, but he had a trouble understanding how on earth this woman before him was single. Maybe she had a boyfriend? She was very, very beautiful and wondered why she wasn't already claimed. He didn't want to get personal and ask, so he just nodded his head, tucking his hands in his pants' pockets.

“So, thanks for the welcoming,” Elizabeth then said with a small smile as she looked up at Blaine for a moment and looked away. “I'll see you around?” she then asked as she turned her body towards the door.

Blaine gave her a hopeful smile and nodded her head. “See you around.”

A knock sounded at Kurt's bedroom door as he groaned in response. He didn't want to be in anyone's company, especially his father's. His head was pounding achingly while spinning in confusing and nauseous circles, his nose was all stuffed up, his throat was dry and sore, and he felt too weak to get up and open his door.

“Kurt?” his father asked.

“What do you want, dad?” asked Kurt in a miserable voice.

The door opened and Burt stuck his head in. “There's a visitor here to see you. His name's Mr. Anderson? He says he brought some music sheets for you so you're not behind when you return back to school for Glee Club.”

Kurt sat up, his eyes widened. What the hell is Blaine doing here? “Uh...um, tell him he can come in. I really don't have the energy to drag myself downstairs,” said Kurt.

Burt hesitated, thinking for a moment if it was such a good idea before he nodded his head and disappeared. When Blaine appeared, Kurt quickly put his hand to his hair, hoping that his hair wasn't in such a horrible state. He was thankful to find out that there was no hair sticking out in random places. It was just untamed.

Burt was down stairs and Blaine was just entering Kurt's bedroom, closing the door behind him. He smiled and looked around. “Nice room,” was the first said he said.

Kurt put his hand to covering his face. “What are you doing here, Blaine?” Kurt asked.

Blaine smiled and sat down next to Kurt, pulling Kurt's hand away from his face. “I made you soup,” said Blaine.

Kurt pushed his eyebrows together as he surveyed the large brown paper bag in his hand. “You cook?” he asked, remembering Blaine's tone when Blaine asked Kurt about him cooking.

Blaine laughed and nodded his head, placing the bag on the night stand. “Of course I do, silly,” he said. Kurt never noticed amongst their four-month long relationship that Blaine could cook. “And don't worry. It's cream of mushroom. Your favorite,” said Blaine, winking his eye.

“You really wanna be here right now? You can catch what I have,” said Kurt as he put his hand to his mouth and coughed. He hated being sick.

Blaine shrugged his shoulders. “I could...but then again, I wouldn't care. When I go home, I’ll just go drink some orange juice.”

Kurt couldn't help but smile. “Thank you,” he said.

Blaine nodded his head as he then reached into his messenger bag and withdrew a folder. “Here are some songs we, and by we I mean the Glee, are all working together to decide on the set list for Regionals,” he said.

Kurt happily took them. “Oh goodie! Something to keep me occupied until I have enough energy to get to an actual Glee Club rehearsal,” said Kurt in a humorous way. Kurt put the folder to the side.

A fain group of chirps came from Pavarotti, startling Blaine and causing him to turn his head around to see the source of the noise. “You have a Canary? Beautiful!” exclaimed Blaine as he got to his feet to get a better look at the bird.

“Blaine, meet Pavarotti,” said Kurt.

Blaine turned his head and looked at Kurt. “Bird lover?”

Kurt nodded his head, coughing again. “Yeah.” He then patted beside him. “Come back here. Tell me the news. Anything new happening at McKinley today?” Kurt asked.

Blaine took one last look at Pavarotti before he turned around and sat back down beside Kurt, this time sitting so close to him his hips were against his. He put his arm around Kurt in a comforting hold as Kurt sucked in a breath through his mouth and laid his head on Blaine's chest, licking his lips.

“Well, there's a new teacher in school. Her name's Miss Morenson. She teaches English.”

Kurt's face scrunched into something of an excitedly sick face. “I knew it! Does she have sandy blonde hair and an amazing taste in fashion?”

Blaine laughed and nodded his head.

“Damn, that woman can sing. I heard her the other day. She must have been grading papers.”

Blaine tilted his head. “She sings?”

Kurt nodded his head. “You might want to add her to something to deal with teaching the Glee Club,” suggested Kurt.

Blaine thought for a moment and shrugged. “I don't know...I'll keep that in mind though,” he said.

Blaine kissed Kurt's cold and sweaty cheek as he got to his feet. “Well I don't want your dad to get suspicious. I have a bit of work I need to do. So I'll talk to you later,” said Blaine.

Kurt nodded his head and watched Blaine walk away. “Alright,” he replied.

Blaine blew a kiss to Kurt and was soon gone. Kurt looked over at the paper bag and brought it over on his lap, opening up the bag to take out a tupperware container of cream of mushroom soup. He found a fancy-looking silver spoon amongst a cluster of napkins. He opened the container carefully and dipped the spoon in, taking a taste of the soup. When the taste kicked in, his eyes widened. This was the best soup he had ever tasted. He couldn't believe he was saying this...but Blaine made it better than Kurt ever did.

Kurt smiled and began eating the soup, thankful that he still had a close-to-full glass of water that had been sitting on his nightstand all day. When he had finished eating and when he had left a little less than half of the water left, he leaned back and sighed. The sun was falling and Kurt knew that he should soon take a long bubble bath he had been waiting for. A hot bubble bath on a cold and sick winter day sounded like the perfect thing for Kurt at the moment.

Kurt forced himself to his feet as he dragged himself into his bathroom, removing his clothes slowly as he drew his bathwater, pouring in herbal Jasmine and Vanilla bubble bath. When the bath tub was filled, Kurt turned off the water and slowly got into the hot water, letting out a moan at the impact of the water's temperature to his chilled-to-the-bone skin. His eyes fluttered shut as he sank down in the bubbles, so relaxed and feeling good even though his throat felt as if it was on fire and his nose was still stuffy.

Kurt wanted to get better. He needed to get better. He wanted to be back in school soon. He hated seeing Blaine off school grounds and not being able to kiss him. Let alone the night he had just spent tossing and turning, endlessly waking up every other hour with his mouth so dry that it could be mistaken for a desert. He just hated being sick.