Kurt

I woke up and rubbed at my eyes but everything was still blurry. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and my mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert. I sat up for a second, hoping that it was just morning fog and I just needed some water and Advil to wake me up. I stood but immediately fell back onto my bed as the dizziness hit me. I closed my eyes for a minute and took a deep breath, preparing myself to stand again when I felt a sickening sensation come upon me and I had to sprint to the bathroom. I knelt down in front of the pristine toilet and retched, feeling the puke come up my mouth and leave a bitter taste. I regurgitated for at least five minutes and it felt like it had been an hour when I leaned back against the cold wall, a thick sweat coating my face. I sat there for ten minutes, taking deep breaths and calming myself down. This was definitely NOT the common cold. Then I heard a voice calling my name. Finn.

"Kurt? Man, we're going to be late for school!" he called up the stairs and I tried to answer, but the bile came up my throat and took over again. I heard frankenteen's footsteps on the stair and leaned back again, closing my eyes.

"Kurt, where are you?" Finn began, sounding worried. I let out a slight moan, trying to give away my location. It must've worked because now I could hear his pounding footsteps, which sounded like gunshots, coming closer.

"Kurt, you don't sound to good are you-" I opened my eyes as he appeared at the door and stopped.

"Oh god." He stated, seeing the vomit left in the toilet and noting my pale face. His puppy dog eyes filled with concern and he turned.

"BURT! BURT COME HERE!" he bellowed and I flinched. He turned back to me and came down to my side.

"Kurt. Kurt look at me. Please don't pass out. Oh, lord your really pale." If I hadn't felt so sick, I would have laughed at the lost look on his face. Instead I simply looked at him pathetically and hoped someone more helpful would get here soon. My mental pleas must have gotten through, because in the next second my dad stepped through the doors.

"What's wrong, Finn?" he sighed, not yet seeing me. Finn moved out of the way and Burt gasped, stepping closer.

"Kurt, are you OK?" he asked and I glared my best bitch glare, considering I felt half dead. He recoiled and rephrased.

"Where does it hurt?" he asked and I pointed to my stomach and head with a limp hand. He scooped me up and began to walk smoothly to the car.

"Finn, grab my keys. We have to get to the hospital."

Blaine

I park my car in Kurt's driveway and open the car door, unable to contain the grin spreading across my face. I haven't seen Kurt in a week because of testing. I walk over and knock on the door, but no one answers.
'maybe Kurt's already at school...' i think to myself, but my thoughts are interrupted when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I look down and see it's Finn's number.
I pick it up.
"hey Finn, I'm here to pick up Kurt for school but no one's here. Where are you guys?"
"uh...Blaine..." his voice sounds nervous and scared.
"Finn? What's wrong?" I ask nervously
"Kurt..." his voice trails away.
"Finn," I demand, clutching the phone tightly in my hand, "is Kurt okay?"
"no, he got really sick this morning so we're taking him to the hospital we're on our way right now."
I let out a shaky breath.
"okay, I'll meet you guys there."