When Kurt walked into Blaine’s room after Cooper let him in he saw Blaine curled on his side and snoring quietly into his pillow. The taller boy walked over, slipping off his shoes and sitting on the edge of the bed. He started to look around the room, waiting for Blaine to wake up. Eventually he heard Blaine yawn and he turned to look at the shorter boy.

“Kurt?” Blaine’s voice was nearly gone and his cheeks were flushed.

“Hi honey, how are you feeling?” Kurt crawled across the bed, putting an arm around Blaine.

“Awful.”

“You sound like it. I brought movies and soup, if that helps.”

Blaine’s eyes lit up and Kurt grabbed a thermos out of his bag along with Moulin Rouge.

“You brought my favorites,” Blaine tried talking through a spoonful of chicken noodle soup Carole had made.

“Well you’re my favorite so I thought it’s the least I could do.”

Blaine smiled, taking Kurt’s hand and kissing it lightly. “I don’t want to get you sick.”

Kurt smiled and they settled into a comfortable silence. After a while Blaine set down the thermos and sat so him and Kurt weren’t touching.

“Blaine.” Kurt held his arms open, clearly inviting Blaine into them.

“I don’t want to get you sick!”

Truth be told he was considering risking it anyway. He was getting chills and Kurt’s arms looked so warm and inviting.

“I don’t care. Honestly.”

Blaine hesitated, but only for a moment, before nearly lunging into them and nuzzling Kurt’s neck. He always smelled so good.

“I knew you’d crack.” Kurt laughed, pressing his nose to Blaine’s clean and gel-free hair.

“I’m to comfortable to come up with a come back.”