"If you want to leave, go ahead, but I really wish you wouldn't." Kurt mumbled, turning his head slightly away from the toilet in order to look Blaine in the eyes while speaking to him. "I don't want you to miss a family dinner just because I'm upchucking all over the place."

"Kurt, hey." Blaine cooed, pressing the palm of his hand into the center of Kurt's back and rubbing small circles into it soothingly, receiving a pleased groan from Kurt in response. "Family dinners come and go all the time." He assured him. "I'd rather be here with you, anyway. This is the first time you've gotten sick since we started dating and I kinda really want to be here for you." He added, a small grin creeping up onto his face. Kurt smiled back at Blaine widely, his eyes crinkling in the process, right before his face went pale and he leaned back over the toilet.

"Oh god," he muttered before another wave of nausea hit him head on. Blaine immediately surged forward, placing his hands on Kurt's shoulders and massaging them gently until Kurt was finished. He grabbed around the bathroom until he found a washcloth, which he dampened and pressed to the back of Kurt's neck.

"I've got you." Blaine whispered, one of his hands returning it's former place on Kurt's back, again rubbing little shapes into it while the other went back to his shoulder. Kurt whined, his head lolling to the left and resting on Blaine's hand. He hummed quietly and let out a small sigh.

"Thank you so much." Kurt breathed.

"Of course, baby." Blaine answered, as if it was no big deal. Kurt's eyes widened slightly until his mouth formed a wide grin for the second time that night.

"You called me baby." He said giddily, placing one of his hands atop of Blaine's shakily. Blaine bit his lip and smiled, squeezing Kurt's hand.

"Yeah I guess I did." Blaine nodded slowly. "That okay?"

"Yeah." Kurt replied quickly. "Yeah, totally okay." He said, turning around and facing Blaine. Blaine noticed that Kurt's face had returned to it's normal shade of pale porcelain, with a little bit of a pink blush added to it.

"Kurt." He smiled. "Your skin tone is back." He acknowledged, cupping the side of Kurt's face gently.

"Mm." Kurt hummed, nuzzling against Blaine's hand. "That's good. Maybe it was just a little stomach bug, then." Blaine smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's forehead, and then his nose, and came close to pressing one to Kurt's lips before Kurt grabbed his face and held him a few centimeters away.

"Ew, gross, Blaine. I just threw up." Kurt cringed, pressing their foreheads together. "I shouldn't even be allowing you to be in the same room as me, let alone smell my breath!" Blaine laughed and rolled his eyes.

"I don't care, Kurt."

"Yeah, well I do, and you're not getting sick!" Kurt protested, pouting slightly.

"I have a very strong immune system." Blaine argued, cocking an eyebrow at his boyfriend. Kurt huffed and shook his head.

"Skin kisses are okay but lip kisses are a definite no." Kurt said, deciding that if he didn't put his foot down, Blaine would end up sick somehow.  Blaine chuckled, but nodded his head.

"Okay, okay." He whispered, leaning in to Kurt's neck and pressing a few soft, slow kisses along the skin where the wet washcloth had fallen off. Kurt groaned and leaned his head to the side, revealing more skin for Blaine to kiss.

"Yeah." Kurt hissed. "Skin kisses are more than okay."