“Blaine, wake up, baby.”
It was 7:01am, according to Kurt’s alarm clock, and I was woken by movement beside me and the feeling of my boyfriend close by.
“Hey,” I said groggily, attempting to sit up, rub my eyes and say a proper good morning.
I felt Kurt’s lips firm against mine as I felt his hand grip my arm as if he was holding on and never letting go. It was more than I expected, especially at this hour.
“Are you okay, baby? What’s up?” I asked him as he leant back and turned towards his nightstand.
“Everything’s fine,” he replied with a chipper tone, before facing me with two mugs of coffee in his hands. “I brought you something.”
“Coffee at seven,” I said, voice soft with adoration and amazement. Kurt was continuing our tradition, and he’d beaten me to the punch.
“Of course. You deserve it, especially after you’ve been looking after me.”
“Don’t you feel like crap, though? You should have stayed in bed.”
“Yeah, but after everything you’ve done... I had to say thank you somehow. Besides, coffee at seven is our thing, and... it wouldn’t feel right if we didn’t do it in some way or another.”
I took the coffee Kurt offered me and leant in to kiss him on the cheek. “I know what you mean. It’s important to me too. Thank you, beautiful.”
“How’d you sleep?”
“Very well. Peacefully. I had some very good dreams. You?”
“Same... what did you dream about?”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” I shrugged it off, not wanting Kurt to know just how obsessed I was with picturing every possible aspect of our future together, right down to the detail of the wallpaper in our daughter’s room.
Kurt moved in closer so that he was practically sitting in my lap. He took my hand and held it gently.
“Tell me. I wanna get to know you better than I do now,” he said before placing a kiss on my cheek.
“Okay... I dreamt about us...” I trailed off, not sure how much detail I should go into.
“Us?” Kurt asked with a smile plastered on his face. “What about us?”
“Well... the future, and stuff. You and me, together and... yeah.”
“So, what are we like in the future?”
“You really want to know? You’re not gonna get all... weirded out by me?”
“Trust me,” he said, squeezing my hand, “that’s not going to happen.”
Kurt leant in to kiss me properly, soft, sweet and gently. He gave me courage.
“You and I, we’re... we’re married. And we live in a penthouse apartment in New York where you’re a hit broadway musical director. We have twin girls. They’re beautiful. And we spend every night making dinner together, talking about our day, feeding the girls, tucking them in and then going to bed ourselves and just being together...”
I trailed off again, unsure how to continue. The thought of this future with Kurt always made me giddy, but I didn’t know how Kurt would react. I certainly wasn’t expecting the reaction he had.
He responded by putting his coffee back on his nightstand before throwing his arms around my neck and kissing me deeply. His lips moved against mine as if they were synchronised, and if I hadn’t already drunk my entire coffee quickly beforehand, it would’ve been all over the bed as my hands forgot what they were doing to hold onto Kurt’s waist.
“That sounds amazing,” Kurt said softly with his nose touching mine. “I want all of that.”
“You do?” I asked, ecstatic.
“Yes. I do. It sounds so... perfect. You’re perfect, Blaine.”
“I love you.”
“I really, really love you too.”
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“Kurt, baby, you’re throwing up. I have to call your dad. He needs to know.”
Kurt had taken a turn for the worse. We both thought he’d gotten better but he somehow managed to find his way back into the bathroom, on all fours with his head over the toilet bowl.
“No,” he gasped, “if you call him he’ll come and you’ll have to leave.”
“That’s better than you staying here like this. He can look after you better than I can, baby,” I said, walking over to him to kneel down and rub his back.
“But I can’t let you go. I need you. I just –“
Kurt couldn’t finish his sentence as the need to throw up overwhelmed him. I stayed with him, soothing him and rubbing his back all the way through it and offering him a cloth from the basin to wipe his mouth with.
“Hon, you need your dad. I love you and I’ll take care of you as best as I can. But you still need your dad.”
Kurt nodded sadly into the toilet.
“Alright. I’ll go call him, okay? Let him know what’s happening.”
“Don’t... don’t tell him everything,” Kurt said, looking over his shoulder at me with a wink that brightened his scarily green face.
“Everything?” I asked, before realisation hit me. “Oh... He won’t ever know about that, Kurt. Ever.”
“Good to know,” Kurt said softly before cringing and returning to the bowl.
I exited Kurt’s ensuite, leaving the door open so that I could run back in if I needed to. I walked over to get my phone off of the nightstand.
“Baby, is it okay if I borrow your phone to get his number?”
“-yes,” Kurt choked out.
I knew I had to get his father home ASAP. Kurt really wasn’t well, and I probably hadn’t done him any favours in giving him food and drink without checking out his symptoms or getting him to a doctor for actual prescriptions.
I found Burt’s number in Kurt’s contacts (after bypassing the cute screensaver of Kurt and I on our first date, sitting in my car outside the park), and dialled on my phone knowing that if Burt heard my voice from Kurt’s caller ID, he may have assumed the worst. Burt answered after four rings.
“This is Burt,” he greeted, obviously confused as to the hidden number.
“Hi Burt, it’s Blaine Anderson. How are you?”
“I’m fine thanks, Blaine. This is a little unexpected. Everything okay with my boy?”
“Well, that’s what I’m calling about.”
Burt’s tone changed to serious and concerned within a second. “Is he okay? Is he hurt? Was it that bully from McKinley?”
“No, no, no! He’s not hurt. He’s just really sick and probably needs some parental help right now.”
“Oh. How bad is he?”
“Well, he’s throwing up in his ensuite as we speak. He’s been throwing up since you left, though yesterday it’d calmed down a bit. Today, though, it seems we’re back at square one.”
“...are you there with him?”
“...Yes, sir, I am.”
“How long have you been there?”
“I’ve been here since around eight or nine yesterday morning, sir. I called Kurt and heard he was unwell so I thought I’d try and get him some tea and something to eat...”
“Blaine?”
“Yes, sir?”
“As weird as it is that you’ve just stayed over with my teenage son without an adult in the house, I’m glad you’re there. What does he need?”
“Well, I’m not sure, exactly. He might need someone to take him to a doctor, though I thought that should probably be left to you or Carole seeing as you’ll need health care details and insurance and everything.”
“Okay. Well... I’ll talk to Carole and we’ll be home by tonight at the latest, okay?”
“Sure. Sounds great, I’ll let Kurt know.”
“Just- Can you please stay there with him? Until we get there?”
“Of course, Burt. I’m not leaving Kurt like this. There’s no way I could even think of it.”
“...You really care for my son, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir. I really, really do.”
“Thank you, Blaine. I’m – I’m glad you’re there.”
“Anytime. I’d do it all over again.”
Burt sounded slightly taken aback by my keenness to look after Kurt, as if he was starting to realise just how serious our relationship had become after just a month.
“I’ll call you later and let you know what the plans are, okay?”
“Sure thing. I’ll talk to you later.”
We hung up after exchanging and saving phone numbers for future reference. I then heard Kurt’s retching become more forced and drastic and I raced into the bathroom, shoving my phone in my pocket along the way.
“Are you okay?”
“Water!” he gasped, “please!”
I turned to the basin where Kurt kept his glass and filled it up with water. I knelt back down next to him and handed him the water, urging him to take small sips so as not to induce further vomiting. He cringed as the water hit his throat and went down.
“It’s okay, baby,” I soothed him, wrapping my arms around his back and holding him close.
“It’s not,” Kurt said as I noticed tears sliding down his cheeks. “This isn’t exactly how I want you to see me.”
“Kurt, I don’t care if your hair isn’t perfect, or if you’re not wearing the tightest damn pair of pants in the world. You’re beautiful, even now. I just want to take care of you.”
“Thank you,” Kurt said, closing his eyes and digging his head into the crook of my neck.
“Anytime, baby. I love you.”
My phone started ringing, and I answered it without even looking at the caller ID, thinking it was Burt.
“Hello?”
“Blaine. It’s Josh.”