... For so many nights I'd pray

for a better life, a better day

but I never thought that it'd come true

It's finally here and I don't know what to do

and I'm trying not to cry...

Kurt loved to sing while he made breakfast. And he loved to sing to his boyfriend. Wow, boyfriend... He was still having trouble adjusting to that title. He checked the clock as the timer for the waffles buzzed, it was so simple, but it was his boyfriend's favorite. It was 7:30 and Blaine still wasn't awake, which was odd considering that he was almost always awake before Kurt. But this was perfect because he finally had the opportunity to make his fantastic boyfriend breakfast in bed. 

"Oooooh Blaiiineee!" he said, a sing-sonly voice leaping from his throat as he flipped on the bedroom light. He heard groaning coming from beneath the bedspread and picked up the corner of it, peeking in at Blaine who threw his hands over his eyes. “I have breeeeeakfaaaasttt!”  

“Ehhh. Head hur’s... t’rn ‘ff the sun... why’re you so loud...?” Blaine mumbled at him, managing to get the last part of the sentence to actually sound like a sentence. Kurt gently placed his hand on Blaine’s forehead.

“You don’t have a fever... Is it a migraine again?” Kurt asked, softening his voice so he wouldn’t agitate the headache further. Blaine nodded, then grabbed his head, immediately regretting nodding instead of talking, even if his own voice made him feel as though elephants were stepping on his head. He felt Kurt grab his ribs, gently pulling him out from underneath the comforter. “C’mon. Up you go. You know you feel better when you get some food in you.” Kurt encouraged, then added, almost silently but right now everything was very loud to Blaine, “...as long as you keep it down this time...”

“D’n’t w’rry, I’m not goi---” he stopped mid-sentence then gestured to Kurt to get the trash can. Kurt put the trash can in his own lap so Blaine could lean over and Kurt could rub his back. Blaine’s face contorted then his opened his mouth, letting out a rather large burp in Kurt’s direction, following the explosion with sticking his tongue out. “My bad. False alarm. Happens.” Kurt took his hand gently, putting the trash can back on the floor.

“How bad is it?”

“There are elephants stomping on my head. But it’s just my head this time at least...” He knocked on the bedside table.

“Are you sure..?” Kurt asked skeptically, hoping it was true.

“Yep. I can see you this time, so I think this is one of the better ones.”

“Good. I hate when you’re hurting so bad.”

“Can we stop talking now though? It kind of hurts my head...”

“Of course. Do you want anything? I currently have waffles, eggs, bacon, and cherry coke with me, but I’ll get you some apple juice or some crackers or something if you want. Or, you know, aspirin...” Kurt asked, laughing internally at the mention of some of the items on the list. His boyfriend had the cravings of a pregnant woman most of the time, and they were only intensified by his headaches, but Kurt didn’t mind.

“Mm... can I have a’le juice? And aspirin...?” Blaine asked, looking up at Kurt and squinting. The light hurt more than anything, but he wanted to be able to see his boyfriend’s face. He wanted to see those beautiful aquamarine eyes and feel those soft, pink lips against his own. But his body decided to betray him today and throw him another one of these fantastic migraines. Luckily, it wasn’t as bad as it could be, shuttering at the thought of the last one. He wasn’t dating Kurt yet at that point, and they were both still at Dalton. At that point they were close enough friends for Kurt to come running the second he was told that his new friend was in pain. While Kurt worried it was a bit strange, Blaine thought it was charming for Kurt to come to his rescue. It was one of the worst migraines he’d had in at least six years. He was essentially blind, couldn’t for a legitimate sentence, and to anyone who didn’t know what was going on, he probably looked as though he was beyond deathly ill. But Kurt sat with him all day, taking care of him, even when he threw up. Finally, Kurt returned with a glass of apple juice, complete with a hot pink bendy straw, and a bottle of aspirin.

“How many?”

“All of them...” Kurt shot Blaine a look. “Two.” And Kurt handed him two big white pills and held the apple juice in front of him. Blaine popped the pills in his mouth then took a sip of the juice, feeling the pills go down, praying that the 20 minutes that it took for them to kick in went fast.

Blaine’s hands retreated to his face, his thumbs pressing down on the inside corners of his think, triangle brows. Kurt smiled, thinking of his eyebrows. He had tried to fix them for him once, but Blaine refused, citing that the triangles made him different. That they do, Blaine... That they do...

“Can I help?” Kurt asked softly and Blaine’s head turned towards him, hands not moving.

“Hold me...?” And with that, Kurt climbed up on the bed next to him. He pulled Blaine’s hands back down away from his face and Blaine let out a low growl, the pressure no longer poking into his face.

“Relax.” Kurt whispered, running his hands through Blaine’s curly hair. He loved it ungelled, but obviously Blaine didn’t. Soon, he found his fingers returning to the same spot on Blaine’s face where Blaine’s own fingers had been and he heard the boy let out a sigh of relief. “Getting better?”

“Mhmm.” The smaller boy mumbled, his eyes finally beginning to open wider and he smiled at the feeling of being able to see his boyfriend again.

“Want me to rub your neck?” Kurt asked, knowing Blaine could never resist.

“Please...” He practically begged, surprised at the neediness of his own voice. Even if he hadn’t needed his neck rubbed, he would’ve accepted the offer anyway because he loved lying with Kurt the way they did when they rubbed each other’s necks. Blaine scooched forward, making room for Kurt to slide in behind him. He felt Kurt place a gentle kiss on the crook of his neck and the base of his hairline before feeling Kurt’s soft skin on his bare back.

“Close your eyes, I’ll lay here with you and sleep, okay?”

Blaine tried to turn and look, but the sudden movement said a sharp pain through his skull.

“All day?”

"All day. And tonight. I’ll be here.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, Blaine.”