Alright so this is the little story I said I wanted to do before the sequel, it'll be pretty short. Ok so on with the story!
"Kurt?", Finn called up the stairs, waiting for a reply so he could leave for his date. Burt had made it very clear to both boys, that before leaving the house they had to tell one and other. Finn tapped his foot impatiently, huffing under his breath impatiently. He started up the stairs quickly, knowing he would be late if he didn't hurry. He slowly opened the door to Kurt's room, which was dangerous territory.
"Kurt?", Finn called quietly. A groan was the response he was given, under a pile of blankets on the bed. Finn raised and eyebrow, and slowly crept over to the bed. Pulling back the blanket's he was met with a screech and said blanket's being pulled back.
"Kurt are you ok?", Finn asked concerned. Kurt again groaned before he sat up, glaring at Finn.
"What do you want?", Kurt said in a gravely voice most would associate with a cough, and sore throat.
"Kurt your sick.", Finn deducted taking in the messy, sickly looking boy in front of him. Kurt sniffled and stared at Finn.
"No I'm not….I don't have time to be sick….I'm meeting with Blaine.", Kurt responded and attempted to get out of bed. He stood and was immediately sat back down by Finn who was playing concerned brother.
"Your not going anywhere. Your staying here so you can get better.", Finn told him determinedly. Kurt glared daggers at Finn.
"Well I know for a fact you have a date with Rachel so who's going to stop me from leaving?", Kurt asked smiling devilishly. Finn returned the smiled and grabbed Kurt's phone off the bedside table, scrolling through his contact's then hitting call and holding the phone to his ear as it rang.
"Blaine will.", Finn replied as the boy picked up on the other end of the line.
"Hey Kurt, we still on for this afternoon?", Blaine asked, as Kurt tried to strangle Finn.
"Blaine this is Finn, Kurt's actually sick and I was wondering if you'd come take care of him while I'm out.", Finn asked, laughing as Kurt made a slicing motion across his throat mouthing, 'Your dead!'.
"Kurt's sick! How bad is it? Never mind I'll be there in 20 minutes.", Blaine replied and hung up the phone. Kurt sat on his bed in defeat.
"I hate you.", Kurt said ad Finn patted his head.
"Love you too little bro.", Finn replied and left from the door as Kurt called t him, "I'm older then you!".
"Bye Kurt!", ad the door was slammed shut leaving Kurt in a hurry to look presentable in front of Blaine. He grabbed a hairbrush of his nightstand and began vigorously ripping it through his hair. By the time Blaine arrived he'd managed to get himself somewhat less sickly looking. He was now sitting on his bed with a box of tissues next to him.
"Kurt!", Blaine called from downstairs as the door opened.
"Up here Blaine", Kurt called from his bedroom. He sounded really congested , but not like he was in pain so Blaine wasn't to scared. None the less he ran up the stairs to where Kurt resided. He sat down next to him and started playing with his hair. A task few were presented the opportunity to do.
"Aw poor baby. All sickly.", Blaine cooed. Kurt coughed lightly but it quickly turned into a coughing fit leaving Blaine patting his back worriedly. Once it past he laid down and sniffled softly.
"My poor Kurtie." Blaine said sweetly.
"Do you want some water?", Blaine asked. Kurt nodded and Blaine raced to the kitchen and back. He handed the glass to Kurt who drank a little then sat on his nightstand.
"Can we watch Rent?", Kurt asked, looking up at his boyfriend who nodded in response. Blaine got up and set the movie on then sat next to Kurt. Over the course of the movie Kurt was thrown into coughing fits, seeming to get worse ever time. After the most recent one left Kurt clutching at his now swollen neck in tears, Blaine had had enough. He grabbed the laptop from his bag and set to work.
"Blaine what are you doing?", Kurt asked pitifully.
"I'm going to find out what you have, so I know whether to worry or not.", Blaine replied tapping away. Blaine stopped and turned to Kurt.
"Tell me what hurt's baby.", Blaine told him.
"My throat's sore, cough, swollen neck, headache, and I'm pretty sure I have a fever.", Kurt replied weekly. Blaine nodded and continued typing. Suddenly he stopped.
"Kurt honey open your mouth.", Blaine demanded. Kurt hesitated but did as told. Blaine looked down at Kurt's throat and gasped. Kurt quickly shut his mouth.
"What is it?", he rasped.
"Kurt I think you have tonsillitis."
Oh noes! Poor Kurt. Hope it doesn't hurt his voice ;) Man I'm evil….ha!