Kurt slumps back on the couch, clutching his stomach. If only I can make it through another twenty four hours, he thinks, then I will be better. For the millionth time Kurt considers calling Carole home to take care of him, but decides against it one more time because as tempting as it might be, Kurt's a big boy now and he can take care of himself. He knows he needs to drink the water that Burt left in front of him last night before heading out for Congress, but the sheer thought of leaning forward to grab it makes Kurt's stomach lurch. The thought of his stomach lurching makes his stomach lurch. And great now he's thinking about that.

Kurt bolts from the couch, and to the nearest bathroom. Kurt barely makes it, but manages to keep all his sick confined to the toilet. He retches until he knows there's nothing left in his stomach, then he slumps onto the floor of the bathroom, letting the tile cool his cheek. He pulls a towel off the rack, wads it up, and uses it as a pillow, falling asleep on the floor instantly. Blaine comes by, without calling Kurt, because Kurt had insisted again and again that he didn't need a babysitter. Blaine calls through the house, and Kurt doesn't stir. Eventually Blaine finds him though, all curled up on the floor. He leans on the door jamb and smiles at Kurt's, sleeping, clearly anything but fine, form. Blaine goes quietly to the living room and dials a number, "Hey Rachel!......Yeah, is Finn there......Can I borrow him for a minute......No it'll only require five minutes, you're welcome to tag along....I need his help moving Kurt....Yeah thanks" Blaine hangs up and moves to stand by the door.

Five minutes later, Finn pulls in the driveway, with Rachel in the passenger seat. Blaine opens the door for Finn as he says, "So what do you need help doing?" Blaine whispers quietly, "Just help me get Kurt to his room." Finn nods and follows Blaine to the first floor bathroom. Blaine stands on Kurt's left side, gestures for Finn to take the right, "Kay, one, two, three." As quietly as possible, Finn and Blaine carry Kurt upstairs, trying not to wake him. After laying him down, and thanking Finn for his help, Blaine pulls up a chair next to Kurt's bed. He grabs a bucket from the kitchen, some saltines, and a fresh glass of water. Then he sets in to wait. Blaine watches Kurt sleep for hours. Smiling when Kurt's lips finally part, as he yawns himself awake.

When he opens his eyes, Blaine reaches out to smooth his hair back, "Hey there sleepy head." Kurt snuggles deeper into the covers then mumbles, "Why am I in my bed?" Blaine chuckles, "Because sick people don't sleep on floors. Do you want something to drink? Or eat?" Kurt shakes his head and frowns, "I told you that you didn't need to stop by." Blaine rolls his eyes even though Kurt's are closed, "Like I was gonna sit at home and leave you all by your lonesome. And if you're not gonna eat, let me take your temperature at least, your forehead was burning up." Kurt complies passive aggressively, and Blaine's eyes blow out of his head when he sees the fever, "My God Kurt, you're temperatures a hundred point seven. Come on. You've gotta take Tylenol or something." Kurt shakes his head, "No. Don't wanna swallow. Makes me sick. Just let me sweat it off." Blaine refuses to give in, "You'd have sweat it off already if that was gonna happen. You'd have to have the devil himself under the covers with you for that to happen. Now come on. Motrin. Now." Kurt shakes his head, "Can't you just get in with me and hold me?" Blaine sighs, a sucker for needy Kurt, "Scoot over." Blaine wiggles in beside Kurt, and pulls his head onto his shoulder, kidding his hair, "You should have called me." Kurt mumbles against his skin, "I texted you." Blaine squeezes Kurt around the middle, "If you'd have called me I would have been here sooner." Kurt grumbles, "I didn't want you to come." Blaine raises an eyebrow, "Then I can leave." Kurt instantly holds on tighter, "No. I meant, I can take care of myself, I shouldn't rely on everyone else to do it for me." Blaine squeezed Kurt's arm, "Honey, just because you can do it alone doesn't mean you should. If you've got people you can call when you're sick, call them. Call me. Even if all you want me to do is hold you." Kurt smiles, "Ring, ring, ring----Blaine answer the phone" Blaine chuckles, "Hello?" Kurt giggles, "I'm sick, will you come hold me?" Blaine smiles and kisses the top of Kurt's head again, "Always."