"Kurt, you look terrible..." Mercedes said from one side of Kurt. He barely looked over. His head was pounding so loudly he had barely heard her and he had been feeling nauseous for the entire day, however quickly it had come and gone. "You should go see the nurse-"

"I'm fine, Mercedes." Kurt said softly. "I'm just really tired." He brought a hand up to rub his eye, trying to make his headache stop.

There was a shuffling noise and Kurt felt an arm around his shoulders. He relaxed a little bit, knowing the comforting arm belonged to Blaine. "You really look terrible."

"Thanks, Blaine, I love you too..." Kurt mumbled, however he knew Blaine had a point. The times he'd looked in the mirror today, his eyes had been puffy with bags under them. His face had been flushed and his eyes had looked glazed. It reflected how he felt- miserable.

Blaine laughed a little. He moved his chair closer to Kurt's. Blaine pulled Kurt's head upwards, forcing the taller boy to look at him. Blaine pressed the back of his hand against Kurt's forehead and sighed, his eyes running up and down Kurt's face. "You're burning."

"I'm fine, Blaine." Kurt said softly. He'd been lying to everyone- including himself- all day, so why should he stop now?

"You're obviously sick, Kurt." Blaine said in a tone as soft and gentle as Kurt's. He smiled a little. Kurt forced himself to smile back. "Come on, we can go to the nurses-"

"No... I can make it through Glee." Kurt answered, shaking his head and pulling it back from Blaine's gentle grip.

"You sure?"

"I'm positive."


I can't make it through the rest of Glee, Kurt thought miserably as they rehearseled their Regionals number again. And again. And again. Kurt could feel Blaine's eyes on his back, watching him carefully as he did move after move and sang along. Kurt tried to look somewhat okay, but his headache was becoming a migraine. The right side of his head hurt more than it ever had before and Kurt wasn't sure how much longer he could stay on his feet.

"Alright!" Mr. Schue's voice sounded far away and fuzzy. "Let's go from the top again! Just one thing, I want you guys to make sure to put extra energy and pizazz to the number. Alright? Let's go! 5, 6, 7 ,8!"

Kurt started to move his feet, but his mind was fuzzy and he wasn't sure if he was doing the right move or not. He just wanted to lay down and sleep... God, why was he doing this to himself? Why didn't he just fall asleep and let himself rest...

Blaine noticed Kurt's lack of energy in the beginning of class, but that could only be expected. But when he started to move less and less, Blaine found himself fighting the urge to break apart the group and run to him. When Kurt started to sway, Blaine did. He reached Kurt just before he hit the ground.

"Damn it Kurt." Blaine's arms reached out and he grabbed under Kurt's arms before he hit the ground, falling onto the ground himself. Blaine slowly lowered Kurt so he was laying down, his head in Blaine's lap. Kurt's eyes fluttered open and a look of sickness and pain came over his beautiful face. "Shh... Kurt, it's okay..." Blaine said softly, brushing stray pieces of Kurt's hair out of his eyes. Mr. Schue was slowly to a stop next to him, Finn and Mercedes next to him. Everyone else was slowly forming a circle around them. "He's really sick. We need to bring him to the nurse." Blaine explained.

Without a word, Finn knelt down and picked Kurt up bridal style. Kurt's eyes were trying to focus down on Blaine, but Blaine could tell Kurt didn't know what was happening. You are really sick, Kurt... Blaine thought bitterly. And I let him do this to himself... Shaking his head free of the thoughts, Blaine ran after Finn, with the rest of the Glee club following.

"Which way's the nurses office?" Finn asked, obviously hating the confusion in his voice.

"This way." Mr. Schue pulled Finn in the direction of the office.

"You don't know where the nurses office is?" Santana asked, annoyed. Blaine couldn't help wonder if she was annoyed because Finn didn't know where the nurses office was or if she was annoyed because of what happened to Kurt.

"The only times I've ever been I've been following Coach Beiste bring someone there, or I've been the one being brought there..." Finn shook his head. "Never mind."

"F..." Kurt moaned, trying to talk. "Finn..."

"Kurt..." Finn looked around. "Shut up. You're really sick, man..."

Kurt groaned, shutting his eyes tight. "Hurts..."

"What does, baby?" Blaine said softly as Mr. Schue opened the door to the nurses office. The nurse was gone, of course, as she always was after school. But Mr. Schue, being a teacher, knew enough about medical care to help Kurt.

"Head... Throat..." Kurt mumbled so soft that Blaine almost didn't hear him. "Everywhere..."

Finn set Kurt down on the medical bed, careful not to move him too quickly. Blaine silently thanked him, kneeling next to his boyfriend. He subconsciously grabbed Kurt's hand, which was hot and sweaty. "You'll be okay, baby..." Blaine said softly as the rest of the Glee club filed into the small office. Mr. Schue handed Blaine a wet cloth. Blaine placed it on Kurt's burning forehead. Kurt shuddered, feeling a sudden cold wash over him. "Are you cold?" Kurt nodded slowly. "I'm sorry baby, but it'll help you feel better."

"What do you think's wrong with him?" Rachel asked.

"Well, he's obviously sick..." Mr. Schue sighed, kneeling next to Blaine and Kurt, putting his own hand against Kurt's cheek. "He probably has a really high fever..."

"Should we bring him to a hospital?" Mercedes prompted.

Mr. Schue looked over at Finn. "Call Burt." Finn pulled out his phone, nodding as he dialed Kurt's father's number. "That's for his dad to decide."

"No..." Kurt mumbled, looking over at Blaine with wide, worried eyes. "No hospital... 'm fine..."

"Kurt, you're not fine." Rachel said. "You passed out."

Kurt shut his eyes, turning his head slowly. "Don't feel good..." He mumbled. "Blaine..." He mumbled, his grip tightening on Blaine's hand.

"I don't know if I've ever seen Lady Hummel so unprofessional before." Santana noted, crossing her arms. "It's a little worrying."

"Santana." Quinn shook her head. Santana rolled her eyes, but fell silent.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked softly. "What hurts the worst?"

"Head..." Kurt said almost immediately, wincing as he did so.

Finn walked back over. "Yeah, he'll be here soon. He was really freaking out."

"Well, what do you expect?" Mercedes asked, although she didn't sound angry. "You just told him Kurt collapsed during a Glee number and is currently half conscious in the nurses office."

"Blaine..." Kurt mumbled again. Blaine's attention snapped back to Kurt. "I..." He raised a hand, covering his mouth. Blaine got the message. His eyes looked around everywhere until it finally focused on the bathroom. "Can you walk?" Kurt was already trying to sit up. Everyone else had backed out of the office and Mr. Schue had shut the door, keeping Finn, himself, Blaine, and Kurt inside. Blaine let Kurt put all his weight on him, moving as quickly as he could towards the bathroom. Kurt collapsed by the toilet and started retching. Blaine knelt down next to Kurt, rubbing slow circles into his boyfriends back. "Sh..." Blaine said softly, knowing how much Kurt hated getting sick. "Sh..."

Kurt let his chin hang so it was resting on the rim. For once he wasn't preoccupied with how extremely gross it was in the bathroom- even though this particular one was one of the cleaner ones of McKinley. Blaine kept rubbing circles and Kurt's head pounded worse than ever. "It'll be okay, Kurt..." Blaine said softly. Kurt moaned slightly as another wave of nausea swept over him and he started retching again.

Finn and Mr. Schue waited in the doorway, watching the scene unfolding. Blaine glanced back at them, his eyes wide with concern and worry for the boy next to him. Blaine looked back towards Kurt, still rubbing circles. "Are you okay to move?" He asked Kurt softly. After a moment, Kurt slowly nodded. Blaine helped Kurt up, still rubbing his back. "Are you okay?" Kurt nodded again. Blaine helped the sick boy back over onto the medical cot. "Sh..." Blaine said softly, helping Kurt lay down.

The door was thrown open and Burt Hummel stood there, his eyes wandering around the room until they fell on Kurt. "What happened to my son?" He demanded, walking quickly towards the cot. Blaine moved out of the way, letting go of his boyfriends hand. Kurt made a small noise of protest, but his eyes met his dads. Burt knelt down next to the cot. "Kurt, how are you feeling, buddy?"

"Sick..." Kurt mumbled. His eyes looked glazed over.

"Come on." Burt said, his voice soft. "Let's go home, okay?" Kurt nodded slowly. Burt helped him sit up. "You gotta tell me if you feel like your gonna puke, okay?" Kurt nodded again. Burt looked over at Blaine. "What happened?"

"We were rehearsing a Glee number when he started to collapse and I caught him, but he looked and sounded terrible, so we brought him here." Blaine explained as Kurt slowly got onto his feet, his face contorted in pain. "What hurts, Kurt?"

"Head..." He said softly. Blaine stood up next to him, looking over at Burt, who nodded. He put an arm around Kurt's shoulders and let him lean on him.

"Come on, baby, I'm going to help you, okay?" Blaine said softly. Kurt nodded, letting himself be guided by Blaine. Finn and Mr. Schue cleared more than half the Glee kids so there was a path for Blaine to help Kurt through.

"Is he okay?" Rory asked Finn, his Irish accent thick and loud in Blaine's ears and he helped Kurt through the halls.

"He's just sick." Finn said. "Really. Really sick..."

Burt's car was hastily parked outside the school. It was still running. Blaine couldn't help but feel an urge of gratitude. Burt really loved his son. Kurt moaned a little. Blaine winced at his tone. Kurt sounded so helpless and miserable that it hurt to listen to him. "Sh... We're almost there, Kurt..."

"Blaine..." Kurt looked over at him as the shorter boy helped him into the passenger seat. "Blaine... Come with me..." He reached out, fumbling to grab Blaine's hand.

"Kurt, you need to rest." Blaine said softly, however he was ignoring every instinct he had- which was telling him to jump into the car and go back with Kurt to take care of him and make sure he was okay.

"Please..." Kurt's hand was crushing his own. "Please Blaine, I need you..." There were tears in his boyfriends eyes.

Burt sighed. He'd overheard the entire conversation. Knowing it was the right thing for Kurt, he smiled, looking at Blaine. "Hop in, kid."

Blaine felt his heart leap. He glanced back at Mr. Schue, who nodded. Blaine got the feeling that Glee practice was done for the day. Finn was getting in the other side of the car, so Blaine got in the back seat with him. He reached forwards, putting his hand on Kurt's shoulder. He could feel his boyfriend trembling. "It'll be okay, Kurt." Blaine said softly. "I promise."

Kurt barely heard what Blaine said through the pounding in his ears, but he painfully lifted his arm and grabbed Blaine's hand with his own. Blaine's hand was really cold. Or his own was really hot. Kurt wasn't sure anymore, he just felt terrible and he wanted to feel okay again... But Blaine had said it would get better... So it must get better.