A little baby sickfic for my little baby Jen (theworldhasshifted on Tumblr), who is also sick.
"Please just shoot me," Kurt states as he shuffles into the loft's living room and flumps down face first onto the couch, head on the empty armrest and legs in Blaine's lap on the other end.
"I think that puts me firmly in the 'bad fiance' category, so no, not happening," Blaine responds, rubbing Kurt's socked feet a little while still watching his Real Housewives marathon. "But I'll make you a snack, if you want."
"I'll love you forever." Kurt rolls over and smiles at Blaine. "This sinus infection is killing me, and Rachel's hour long homage to Great Sopranos of Our Time in the shower this morning didn't help."
"Is that what I heard? I was just leaving the building when I heard a lot of high-pitched noises from our floor," Blaine responded, lifting Kurt's legs from his lap and standing up, heading toward the kitchen.
"And you didn't come check on me? I'm appalled, Blaine Anderson. I could have been screaming for help!" Kurt jokes, giving Blaine a look of mock anger.
"Baby, you could take out a home invader just by glaring, I had no reason to worry," calls Blaine from the kitchen. Kurt can see him reaching into the pantry and grabbing a can of chicken noodle soup.
"Don't forget the-"
"Extra carrots, I know, sweetheart. This isn't the first cold I've nursed you through," Blaine interrupts Kurt mid-request, dumping the can into a bowl and grabbing the already-chunked carrots out of the fridge – Blaine had cut them down the second he realized Kurt was getting sick. Once the soup's finished heating, Blaine carefully puts the bowl on a tray and carries it back to Kurt.
"You're perfect. Marry me?" Kurt asks once the tray's placed on his lap.
"One step ahead of you, baby," Blaine answers, leaning down to gently bump his nose against Kurt's before kissing him softly. "Now eat up, the next episode's the one where Teresa goes totally bonkers!"