So, I found several shuffle challenges, and thought "What the heck, if the first some that comes up doesn't suck, I'll do it." No joke, this is what happened.

I know most people do drabbles, but I don't really do drabbles.

First chapter features pushy!Kurt and sick!Blaine. They're kind of personal favorites.

Disclaimed.

1. Not Alone (VPM)

It's kind of a shitty day.

First, he gets cut off driving to school. It probably shouldn't be that big of a deal, but he's at an intersection, and this car darts out six inches in front of him, and he feels his heart thudding so hard as he slams down on his breaks. He puts his forehead on the steering wheel as he tries to catch his breath, but a honk behind him means he has to drive again.

He gets to school just on time, so he doesn't have time to talk to his friends or his boyfriend. Of course. There is a pop quiz in first hour, over Renaissance art, and the only artists he can remember are the ones who were also Ninja Turtles. Apparently, that's not enough.

During second hour he feels a buzz in his pocket. He hopes it's a text from Kurt, but it's not. His battery is dying. Of course his battery is dying.

By third hour his throat starts itching and oh god, he's coming down with a cold. He hates colds so much. He can't breath right, he's tired all the time, and his voice sounds funny, which means he can't sing, and shit, shit, shit! he has Warblers practice after school, and he can't sing.

By lunch he's pouting. His friends laugh at him. He knows one person will at least be a little sympathetic, but he can't find Kurt at all. He asks Wes if he's seen him today and Wes rolls his eyes at him a little bit.

"All the sophomores are on a field trip today, remember?"

He does remember now. Kurt had reminded him yesterday.

"That's right," he says, and his voice cracks, because that's just how his day is going.

"You sound awful. Why don't you skip practice today?"

He hates skipping practice. He's done it all of once since he's transferred to Dalton, and that was for a funeral.

"I guess," he says as the bell rings.

"Take care of yourself," Wes says, and he gives him a rough pat on the shoulder.

Blaine thanks him and heads to class.

xxx

By the time school lets out, he's feeling kind of awful. He stops by Walgreen's on the way home, because he's pretty sure they've run out of Nyquil. He walks through the aisles. When he finally picks out which kind he needs, he sees someone he wishes he didn't recognize.

Tom Macintyre.

He hasn't seen him since he transferred schools, and he really, really wishes that was still the case, but it's not, because he's right here in Walgreen's, and Blaine has to leave right now, because he can't let Tom see him, he can't, because he's happy now, and even looking at Tom makes him want to curl up in a corner somewhere, and he feels a very different kind of sick right now.

He puts the Nyquil back on the shelf and drives home. He takes out his contacts, changes into the most comfortable clothes he owns, and collapses in bed.

He feels very disoriented when the doorbell rings. Did his dad forget his key? Why would he be home at four o'clock in the afternoon, anyway?

Then he remembers. Tom. Oh god, he must have seen him at Walgreen's. His hands feel clammy, but he knows he should go see who is at the door. No one will see him from the side window, so he decides to peer through.

It's almost worse then Tom.

It's Kurt.

Kurt cannot see him right now. His nose is red, and he's sweating, and he's wearing glasses and sweatpants, and quite frankly, he wasn't even sure his hair did whatever it's doing right now until he looked in the mirror.

But Kurt rings the bell again, and he's not going to let him stand out in the cold, not after he came all the way out to visit him.

"Hey, Kurt. Sorry, I can't really do anything today, I'm-"

"Get back to bed," Kurt says, and he's walking into his house, pushing him back down the hallway.

"What are you- what?" Blaine asks feebly, but he follows Kurt back to his bedroom.

"Get back in bed," Kurt says, and Blaine sits down on his bed. Kurt taps his foot pointedly, and Blaine gets back under the covers, sitting up against the headboard. "You didn't answer my texts, so I called Wes. He told me you were sick."

"It's just a cold," Blaine says, but Kurt thrusts a spoon under his nose. He grimaces at the taste of the medicine, but swallows. Kurt produces a plastic soup container and tries to feed him. Blaine takes the spoon, though, and Kurt lets him. Kurt's cheeks are a little flushed, and they both pretend he's still flushed from being out in the cold.

"Wes said you'd had a bad day," Kurt says. When Blaine only nods in response, he continues, "What happened?"

And Blaine tells him everything. He kind of feels like a wimp, because looking back, most of it wasn't that bad, but Kurt holds his hand and brushes his hair back from his eyes a little bit. He knows he's being a little silly, but things feel a lot nicer with Kurt looking at him with sympathetic eyes. When he mentions Tom, Kurt's hand grips his very tightly.

"It's been years. I feel like such an idiot, but he still gets to me."

"Blaine," Kurt says softly, and he looks a little sad. "Blaine, he made your life miserable. Of course you can't just forget that."

"It just shouldn't upset me that much. I just saw him, it's not like he even said anything to me." Blaine doesn't like being week in front of anyone, let alone cute new boyfriends who wear bowties and have perfect voices like angels. He's already let his guard down, though, and Kurt's been so incredibly sweet.

Kurt lets go of his hand, and just as he's thinking maybe he's revealed too much, Kurt's climbing into bed next to him. He puts his arm around Blaine, pulling his head onto his shoulder. All Blaine can think is that it's pretty endearing that Kurt is this pushy even when he's sick.

"You don't have to be strong all the time," Kurt says softly. "I know what it's like. It sucks. You've taken over your life, but that doesn't mean you are going to forget."

"Things are so much better now, but I couldn't even look at him," he says, face in the crook of Kurt's neck. They've never cuddled like this. Blaine's used to being the big spoon, but he likes being a little spoon. He feels warm and safe, and he kind of wants to cry a little bit. It's all so completely ridiculous, but he's completely enamored with this boy.

"It's okay to be upset," Kurt says, and he strokes his hair.

"I'm sorry," Blaine says. "I'm sure you've got homework to do, you should probably get home. The Nyquil will probably knock me out in a minute."

"I'm not leaving," Kurt says simply. "I'm going to stay here with you until your parents get home. You can fall asleep or you can stay up and talk to me, but I'm not leaving you alone."

Blaine's eyes suddenly feel wet, and he is not going to cry in front of Kurt, he's not. He hopes he doesn't give himself away when he sniffs. Kurt passes him a tissue and kisses his hair.

Blaine falls asleep against Kurt's chest, and his day seems much better.

xxx

When Blaine wakes up again, he doesn't see Kurt, but there's a note on his nightstand. He reads it and smiles.

Blaine,

Your dad came home, so I left. I'll stop by again tomorrow after school. Your phone is charging—if you are awake you had better answer my texts!

XOXO,

Kurt

ps: Nice glasses.