Kurt Hummel, as everybody knew, was not religious. He was raised to believe what he wanted, and that’s what he chose. Although his parents weren’t particularly religious either, they did celebrate Christmas. When Kurt was little, they taught him two things about Christmas: a story about Jesus that never stuck with him, and that it was a holiday that was about giving back, and that it was always better to give than to receive.

Now, normally, Kurt always listened to his parents. The only reason that the Jesus story about Jesus never stuck with him was because he was always sick on Christmas. Every single year. It was never terrible or anything, just the sniffles and a terrible cough. Once, when he was thirteen, he broke his ankle, and for whatever reason, it started to act up again every time winter rolled around. Well, and when there was a new fashion trend, but people were sure that Kurt was just being over dramatic. The part about giving stuck with him well, however. Every year he went through his clothes and gave some stuff to homeless shelters and various charities. Sometimes if he had the extra money, he would go out and buy some little toys for the children’s hospital.

Kurt took the plunge into his closet and set off to work. He quickly found peace in sorting clothes into piles of keepers, the stuff to give away, and the stuff he hadn’t worn in a while and needed to try on again. He hummed along to the songs coming out of his laptop and basked in the smell of Carole baking downstairs. It was only noon, but these things need to be started early. Later in the evening they were even going to decorate a gingerbread house that Finn would probably eat by himself.

He heard his phone buzz on his bed, next to the pile of clothes he was keeping. He located it and checked the message on the screen.

Kuuuuurt D: -B

Kurt frowned a little before replying.

What’s wrong, B? -Kurt

My parents are gone for a couple days and I don’t feel good. Come love me. D: -B

I’ll be there in a bit. -Kurt

Kurt gathered up some stuff that he knew would make Blaine feel better, an extra outfit, and all his toiletries, hair products, and lotions. He made his way down the steps to inform Carole of where he was going and that he might not be back that night. On, a Wednesday, this would usually be a problem, but thank heavens for winter break. Carole insisted that he take the gingerbread house, informing him that they bought two just in case.

Kurt walked carefully out to his car to avoid slipping on the thin sheet of ice that covered various spots of the driveway. He placed his stuff in the backseat and hopped in the driver’s spot, turning on the heat as soon as possible. The usually ten minute drive to Blaine’s house took nearly twenty because he was driving so carefully.

When he arrived at Blaine’s house, Kurt didn’t bother with knocking. He gathered his stuff from the backseat and headed straight inside. He found Blaine curled up on the living room couch, watching America’s Funniest Home Videos. He started to stand up when he heard Kurt enter the room, but Kurt stopped him and told him to lay back down. He quickly placed his stuff on the armchair in the corner of the room and kneeled in front of the couch, where Blaine’s head was.

“So how sick are you?” Kurt asked in a gentle voice, running a hand through Blaine’s hair.

“My nose is stuffy, and I have a headache,” Kurt could tell by Blaine’s voice that he couldn’t breathe through his nose at all,” and I can’t stop coughing. It was worse earlier but I took some medicine after I texted you.”

Kurt hummed, kissing Blaine’s forehead and gesturing for him to sit up. He sat down where Blaine’s head previously was, his back against the arm of the couch. Blaine caught on to what he was doing and let Kurt lay down, then rested himself against his chest. Blaine sighed.

“Thanks for coming,” Blaine got out before a coughing fit took over him. He quickly covered his mouth with the inside of his elbow.

Kurt waited till Blaine’s coughs subsided to answer. “No problem,” he said, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s waist. The two boys finished watching America’s Funniest Home Videos, and by the end, Blaine was feeling a significant amount better than when he did when Kurt first got there. His headache had all but gone away, and his mood was definitely improved. Although, his nose was still stuffy, and every time he tried to sniffle, it sent him into a hacking fit. This happened once almost every five minutes, and Kurt couldn’t take any more of Blaine’s pained whimpers when the coughing stopped.

“Do you know if you have any

vapor rub?” Kurt asked. Personally, he hated the stuff. The smell was harsh at first, and it made him cold. Although, his argument was rendered invalid because it worked so well.

“I think there’s some in the main bathroom’s medicine cabinet.” Kurt carefully stood, heading down the hallway and into the bathroom. The room was actually fairly small, and there was barely enough room for somebody to change their clothes if they had to. It made sense, considering every bedroom in the house had it’s own bathroom.

Despite popular belief, Blaine’s house was actually reasonably sized. It had three bedrooms, two upstairs and one downstairs. It had a fairly large living room, and a decently sized kitchen. Mrs. Anderson had knocked out the dining room walls, so the kitchen and the dining room were combined. Kurt liked the fact that they spent their money on things other than a nice house and silly other things he saw people with lots of money buy. They spent their hard earned money on nice clothes for their son, and they sent him to Dalton to keep him safe. They had tons of money saved away, as Blaine had told him. Kurt quickly found the vapor rub and returned to the living room, unscrewing the cap on his way there.

“Take your shirt off,” he ordered. Blaine gave him a playful smirk, failing to hide the fact that his mind had gone to the gutter. Kurt snorted. “You know what I mean.” Blaine removed his shirt and threw it in Kurt’s direction.

“Apparently, cough medicine turns you into a stripper. Lie back.” Blaine obeyed, resting his head on the arm of the couch. Kurt straddled him the best he could, but the back of the couch made it slightly awkward. Blaine raised an eyebrow.

“I’m a stripper, not a prostitute.”

“Har har. This is the easiest way to do this.”

“You sound skilled. Maybe you’re the prostitute?” Blaine laughed the best he could without having to hack up a storm after.

“Quiet, you, or I won’t let you help me with the gingerbread house I brought.” Kurt scooped some vapor rub onto his fingers and began to rub it on Blaine’s chest. Blaine flinched slightly when he felt the cold.

“You brought a gingerbread house?” Blaine’s voice was full of curiosity. He loved gingerbread cookies, but his parents had deemed him to old to decorate them. Blaine placed his hands on the tops of Kurt’s thighs, rubbing small circles with his thumbs.

“I did,” Kurt smiled and put more of the vapor rub on his fingers. He continued to rub circles on Blaine’s chest.

“I’ll behave. That feels really good, by the way,” Blaine commented.

“Good, the years of giving my dad back rubs after long days at work paid off.”

“You gave your dad back rubs?”

“It was either that, or walking on his back to crack it.” Blaine made a noise to say he understood and then closed his eyes, sighing contently. He cracked an eye open cautiously when Kurt smeared a bit of the vapor rub directly under his nose. “What are you doing?” He asked slowly.

“It’ll work faster this way. My mom used to do it to me all the time when I was sick. Or if I was in trouble. She wouldn’t wash it off until I apologized.” Kurt chuckled at the memory.

“It feels funny.” Blaine puckered his lips and wiggled them a bit, trying to get used to the feeling. Kurt giggled at his boyfriend.

“Are you laughing at me?” Blaine asked in a mock-threatening voice.

“Yes,” Kurt answered bravely. Blaine managed to flip them so that Kurt had his back against the opposite end of the couch. He grabbed the open vapor rub from Kurt’s hand and put it on the table. He straddled Kurt’s hips quickly and dug his fingers into the boy’s sides. Kurt squealed and thrashed around under him, managing to grab both of Blaine’s hands. He pulled Blaine forward so that they were laying chest to chest, their arms above their heads and hanging off the couch with their fingers laced together.

“I wish I could kiss you right now,” Kurt admitted, staring deep into Blaine’s eyes. Blaine gave a crooked smile.

“With any luck, you’ll wake up sick tomorrow. You can kiss me then.”

“Don’t jinx it!” Kurt pushed Blaine into a sitting position. Blaine grabbed his shirt off the floor and put it back on, then cuddled into Kurt’s side, resting his head on his shoulder.

“You realize that you’re breathing normally now, right?” Kurt asked quietly with a small smile.

Blaine was quiet for a while, breathing through his nose experimentally. “You’re right.”

“How about we go upstairs and watch a movie?” Kurt suggested. “Your bed is a lot more comfy than the couch.”

“Okay, but I can’t promise that I’ll stay awake. And we have to watch Bambi,” Blaine informed Kurt, pulling him off the couch and to the stairs.

“Why Bambi?”

“It’s my go to sick movie.”

“Oh. Mine’s Finding Nemo. Remember that in case you ever have to take care of me.”

“Noted.” They reached Blaine’s bedroom, and Blaine set up his laptop on his nightstand and popped Bambi in the DVD slot. “You want some PJs to change into?” Blaine asked.

“Sure, thanks.” Kurt flicked off the light while Blaine found a pair of his sweat pants for him. Blaine threw him a pair of flannel sweats and a Dalton hoodie and then flung himself on the bed, clicking the menu button on his laptop. Kurt stripped out of his clothes and put the pajamaso n. Blaine let out a low whistle.

“Did I ever tell you that you have an amazing ass?”

“Calm down, hornball. And nope, I don’t recall you ever telling me that.” Kurt climbed into bed behind Blaine and covered them both with Blaine’s duvet. Blaine hummed.

“Well I should tell you more often.”

“Yes, you should.” Kurt reached over Blaine and pressed play. The two settled in, both on their sides. Kurt had his head propped up on his hand and an arm around Blaine, who was cuddled back as far as possible into Kurt.

The two watched the movie in silence, Kurt pressing the occasional kiss to Blaine’s head. When it came scene where Bambi’s mother died, both boys were a mess. Kurt cried into the crook of Blaine’s neck, and Blaine had a death grip on Kurt’s arm.

“Every time,” Kurt muttered.

“Same,” Blaine empathized. By the end of the movie, both boys were wrapped up in each other, sleeping. Blaine was the first to open his eyes. The first thing he saw was Kurt’s neck, and then beyond that was his alarm clock, which was currently showing him that it was four o’clock in the afternoon. Blaine yawned and moved his hand from where it was against Kurt’s stomach to his shoulder. He placed feather-light kisses on Kurt’s face. When he pulled away, Kurt was smiling, but his eyes were still closed.

“I know you’re awake.” Blaine rubbed circles on Kurt’s shoulder with his thumb.

Kurt slowly opened his eyes. “And?”

“You just want my kisses, you sneaky bugger!” Blaine pretended to be appalled. Kurt chuckled and got out of bed. He took his time stretching while Blaine looked up at him in awe from the bed.

“How do you manage to be so graceful after waking up?”

“Because that was just a nap. You’ve seen me after a full night’s sleep.”

“Ah, you’re right,” Blaine chuckled at the memory. Kurt ended up staying the night, and the boys managed to stay up fairly late because of the nap they took. After Blaine took more medicine and let Kurt put more vapor rub on him, they built the gingerbread house. The rest of the day after that was spent eating said house while dancing around the house to obnoxious music. Around two in the morning, they finally crashed on Blaine’s bed and slept until noon the next day. Kurt woke up and immediately noticed that something wasn’t right. He couldn’t breath out of his nose and his throat hurt immensely. He rolled over to face Blaine, who was already awake.

“You got me sick,” he stated.

Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt like he’d been wanting to. “Sorry?”