Sick

The next day, Kurt was unbelievably sick. His sickness was most likely due to the fact that after Blaine sang him the lovely song during their picnic, it had started to rain. Blaine being the goof ball he was decided they needed to dance in the rain. Not that Kurt had minded at first. Although currently, when every part of his lithe body was pounding with pain he really wished that he had refused like he had originally wanted to.

He was curled up in his room underneath 6 heavy blankets and he was still freezing. All the lights were off and the tiny window in the corner of his basement bedroom had a black towel over the curtains to block any sunlight from entering. His puffy, red and watery eyes were not ready for sunlight.

Several different types of medications were scattered on his bedside table. Carole had come to his aid in the middle of the night when she heard him coughing and hacking all the way from the master bedroom on the top floor of their house. He had even woken Finn up from his dead sleep with all the noise he was making.

A bucket was placed beside his bed in case he couldn't make it to the washroom on time and a cloth was placed on his forehead to try and calm his raging fever. He had made sure to get Finn to text Blaine and inform him of his sickness so he wouldn't wait up. He had specifically made sure Finn knew to tell Blaine he was absolutely not allowed to see Kurt until he was all better.

Since Kurt rarely got sick, Blaine had never seen Kurt in his current state and that was something that Kurt was hoping to keep hidden for as long as possible. He was positive he looked absolutely appalling. His hair was damp from sweat and matted from being pushed against his pillow at weird angles. He had snot stains on his pyjamas and he smelt horrific, not exactly a turn on.

At the moment, Kurt pretty much wanted to curl up into a tiny little ball and die. Unfortunately, however, the world had other plans for him as he suddenly got an extremely nauseas feeling creeping its way up form his stomach and into his throat. He lurched out of bed and ran for his bathroom.

Once he emptied his stomach contents into the toilet he fell back against the cool tiles of his bath tub. He suddenly felt a few degrees too warm. The soft, firm coolness of the tiles felt good against his burning skin and soon he fell into an uneasy sleep on the bathroom floor.

A while later, Kurt didn't know how long exactly, he felt familiar strong arms lifting him from the floor of the bathroom that carried him back to bed. He dared to peek open his eyes to see who held him and he was mortified to see that it was Blaine.

"AAAAAAGHH!" he screamed, his voice gave out at the end though leaving his scream sounding like a strangled sob. Blaine placed him on the bed and he scurried to throw his covers over his head in hopes that Blaine hadn't seen him earlier.

"Kurt, baby, what are you doing?" Blaine cooed softly. He put his hand on what he hoped was Kurt's knee, although he couldn't tell because his apparently too-sick-to-walk-back-to-bed boyfriend hid under his covers.

"Go home Blaine! You don't need or want to see me like this" Kurt croaked out. His voice was harsh and every word he spoke burned in his throat.

"What are you talking about Kurt? You're beautiful, just because you're sick doesn't make you any less beautiful to me. In fact I think the fact that being sick just makes you more real to me. You don't just seem like this incandescent angel who is far too beautiful to love an average Joe like me." Blaine explained as he poured all of his love he had for Kurt into it.

"Do-do you really-really mean that?" Kurt sniffled.

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it baby, I love you and nothing could ever change that" Blaine confirmed.

"Ok" Kurt said defeated. He came out from under his covers and crawled over to where Blaine was sitting on the edge of his bed. He crawled into his lap and hugged the younger boy. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's tiny, frail frame and held him close.

"You. Are. Beautiful" Blaine murmured punctuating each word with a kiss to Kurt's hair and neck. Kurt smiled up weakly to him and that look was all Blaine needed to know just what would make Kurt feel better.

"Come on, I made soup" Blaine informed his sick boyfriend who was still sitting on his lap. He looked far off and dizzy.

"M'not hungry" Kurt whispered, snuggling closer to Blaine's chest. He fisted some of Blaine's soft sweatshirt in his hands. He looked down and saw that Blaine was wearing sweat pants and a sweat shirt and wondered what Blaine had been doing before he came over.

"Why are you wearing sweats?" Kurt asked off-handily.

"I was sleeping; it's 5 in the morning baby. You're dad called me and told me that you wouldn't let anybody near you, but said you'd need someone and he asked me to come over" Blaine explained. Kurt's eyes shot wide, he really hated being an inconvenience to people; especially his beloved boyfriend.

"And before you say anything just shut up and let me take care of you, I honestly don't mind, alright?" Blaine practically took the words out of Kurt's mouth. Instead of arguing, Kurt just admitted defeat and let Blaine take care of him.

They snuggled and slept away the day. Blaine cared for Kurt and Kurt cuddled up to Blaine, repeatedly thanking him for his existence and informing everyone that everybody should have a Blaine to take care of them when they're sick.