A/N I really wanted to write a fic about cuddling, a fic about Warbler shenanigans and a fic about Kurt or Blaine getting sick and the other comforting them. Then I thought, why not do all three? So, this happened.

It was just another ordinary Warbler meeting. Nick and Jeff were whispering at the back of the room, Wes was trying to get them to shut up every couple of minutes and Flint was playing Doodle Jump on his phone.

Wes was halfway through a rant about the grand history of Dalton and the founders of the Warblers, when Kurt started to cough quite loudly.

Blaine looked up from the wall he was staring at and his eyes landed on his friend. Kurt looked very pale, and he was sweating slightly. Blaine stood up and walked over to where Kurt was seated. He sat down next to him on the couch and gently placed his hand on his knee. Blaine handed him a bottle of water and waited patiently for Kurt to finish taking a large gulp.

"Hey. Are you feeling okay?" Blaine asked softly.

"Yeah… yeah, I'm fine." Kurt answered, and gave Blaine what he hoped was a convincing smile.

Blaine frowned slightly and placed the back of his hand on Kurt's forehead.

"Kurt, you're burning up."

"No, no. I'm fine. Really." Kurt said, shaking his head lightly.

"No, you're not. Come on, I'm taking you back to your dorm. You need to rest."

Kurt looked conflicted for a second before sighing and nodding his head. Blaine then helped him to his feet and led him out the door with his arm around Kurt's shoulders.

Once the two boys had left, a tension-filled silence fell over the room. It stayed like that for a few minutes before Jeff, a tall, blonde, junior Warbler, broke the silence.

"Okay, I'm just gonna come out and say it. There is something going on there."

Every boy in the room just stared at him incredulously.

"Oh, come on! You were all thinking it. I mean, you can practically see the sexual tension radiating of the two of them whenever they're in the same room."

A few Warblers started murmuring, but Wes banged his gavel loudly, silencing them.

"Jeff, David and I have been friends with Blaine for two years now. If Kurt and he were dating, we would know about it." Wes said matter-of-factly.

David nodded his head in agreement.

"Wes has a point. I think Blaine would tell us if there was something going on."

"Well, maybe they're keeping it a secret." Nick replied.

"But why would they do that?" Thad asked.

"Are you kidding me? Have you seen Kurt's father? I would not like to be on the receiving end of the "you hurt him, I hurt you" talk from that man. And from what I've heard, Kurt's friends from New Directions are very protective of him." Jeff said, as if it was obvious.

The Warblers all sat in silence and soaked in the new information, when a brunette boy sitting at the back of the room spoke up.

"Why don't we bet on it?" Flint asked.

Every Warbler shot him an "are you crazy?" look.

"Don't look at me like that! It could be fun! We could all write down weather or not we think Kurt and Blaine are dating, and if you guess right, then we can just split the money equally. We could all put in say, twenty dollars?"

Excited whispers spread around the room as the Warblers discussed what they would place their bets on.

Wes banged his gavel loudly again.

"Okay, Flint. You're on. Twenty dollars it is." Wes said coolly.

"We should have a rule. If you see anything happen between Kurt and Blaine, you have to bring it to the attention of the Warblers." Jeff announced, shooting a pointed look at Wes.

Wes just narrowed his eyes at the blonde boy before nodding stiffly.

"No, no, that's not good enough. You have to swear on your gavel." Nick interjected.

A few snickers spread around the room.

Wes looked horrified, and glanced down at his precious wooden mallet. He stayed like that for a few moments before sighing in defeat.

"Fine. I swear on my gavel."

"You really don't have to do this Blaine. I feel fine, honestly."

Blaine just rolled his eyes and continued to search through Kurt's closet for his pajamas.

"Oh god Kurt, you are so one of those people."

"What does that mean?" Kurt asked hoarsely, frowning.

"I mean you're the type of person who always insists they're not sick, and refuse to take any sort of break until your body can't cope anymore and you collapse."

Kurt just crossed his arms over his chest and huffed.

"Aha!" Blaine cried in triumph, pulling out Kurt's blue plaid pajama bottoms and grey shirt. He then crossed over to where Kurt was sitting on the edge of his bed and handed the sleepwear to him.

Kurt took the items and looked up at Blaine expectantly. When Blaine just stood there, Kurt realized he wasn't getting the message. Kurt cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Uh, would you mind leaving so I can get changed?"

"Oh! Oh. Uh, right. Yeah." Blaine mumbled, ducking his head to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks.

"I'll just be in the hallway if you need me."

"I think I'm perfectly capable of dressing myself, Blaine."

Blaine just laughed and stepped out into the room, closing the door behind him. Before long, he heard Kurt singsong through the door "I'm ready!"

Blaine swung the door open and stepped back into the room.

Oh.

He wasn't really expecting this.

Kurt's pants were hanging slightly off his waist, revealing his hipbones, his cheeks were a light shade of pink and his usually perfectly styled hair was ruffled.

He looked…adorable.

Blaine suddenly realized he was staring when Kurt cleared his throat again, so he quickly composed himself and walked over to where Kurt was perched on the edge of his bed.

"Come on, let's get you tucked in."

"Blaine, I'm not a baby." Kurt grumbled, poking his adorable pink tongue out.

Blaine just smiled, pulled back the blanket and allowed Kurt to climb in. Once Kurt was all snuggled up, Blaine asked Kurt again,

"So, how are you feeling?"

"Kinda cold." Kurt replied, scrunching up his nose.

"Well, scoot over."

"What?"

"Give me some room. I'm very warm, I promise."

Kurt just blushed and did as he was told. Blaine removed his blazer, undid his tie and placed them on the floor before crawling under the blankets. As soon as Blaine was lying down next to Kurt, without hesitation, he snuggled in closer to Kurt's side and wrapped his arms around his middle.

"Now try to get some sleep." Blaine whispered.

Kurt just sighed happily and closed his eyes. Blaine smelled incredible. Like cinnamon, coffee and maple. And he wasn't lying about being warm, either. Kurt immediately felt one hundred percent warmer with Blaine wrapped around him. With the steady rise and fall of Blaine's chest, and the rhythmic beat of Blaine's heart, Kurt had never felt more comfortable.

And so, in the arms of the boy he was fairly sure he was in love with, Kurt drifted off into a blissful slumber.

The two boys were so peaceful; they didn't even notice the two figures standing by the open door.

"Oh my god. David. Did you see that? They're cuddling. Cuddling! That's not something "just friends" do!"

David frowned.

"What are you talking about? We cuddled last weekend when we watched the Ring."

"Yes, but that movie was really scary, and that was purely platonic cuddling. Look at the way Blaine's looking at Kurt. I didn't look at you like that when you fell asleep!"

David studied Blaine's expression before replying.

"I sure hope not. That would've been creepy."

"Exactly. We have to alert the Warblers' immediately. Send out a text to everyone, telling them to meet us in the Senior Commons." Wes ordered, beginning to march off down the hallway.

"Wes, are you sure? That will mean we'll lose the bet."

Wes turned around and sent David a pained expression.

"David. I have to. I swore on Betsy."

David just nodded solemnly before pulling out his phone.

meet in SC now. it's about K and B. –David