One Shot
Prompt: Blaine gets the chickenpox
The summer was a fun time. There was no school, no curfews, and the sun seemed to last forever. Kurt and Blaine's favorite thing to do during the summer was sit outside under the stars on a blanket. The only downfall was the mosquitoes. Those annoying little bugs were everywhere and felt the need to only bite Blaine.
"How are you not being eaten alive by these stupid mosquitoes?" Blaine whined as he scratched a little red dot on his upper arm.
"I don't know. They just never seemed to like me." Kurt said with a shrug of his shoulders
"Well, they must be in freaking love with me because they gave me love bites everywhere." Blaine complained.
"If that's so, I'm not sure I'm okay with that. No one gets to give you love bites… but me." Kurt said very seductively as he rolled on top of Blaine and began kissing his neck. Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt back.
"Wait, wait. You're hot." Kurt said as he tried to push him away a little bit.
"Thanks." Blaine said with a smile.
"No, You…You have a fever." Kurt said as he placed his hand onto Blaine's forehead.
"What?" Blaine asked as he reached up to his neck to scratch a supposed mosquito bite.
"Blaine, that's not a mosquito bite. It's a chicken pox. You have the chicken pox!" Kurt exclaimed.
"Aww crap" Blaine muttered. The next morning Blaine had chicken pox all over his body. Kurt had come in earlier and placed oven mitts on his hands.
"What are you doing?" Blaine moaned.
"I'm putting oven mitts on your hands so you don't scratch." Kurt replied.
"Mehhh, but it itches." He whined.
"I don't care. If you scratch it, it will scar. I will not be dating a guy who had scars all over him." Kurt said.
"I hate you so much." Blaine said as he tried to pull his hands away.
"You love me, shut up." Kurt laughed as he duck taped the end of the oven mitts to his arms.
"Really?" Blaine asked as he held up his arms in frustration.
"Yes really" Kurt laughed in reply. He placed his hand on Blaine's forehead. "You still have a fever. Does anything else hurt?" Kurt asked.
"My head and my throat, oh and all the little red dots all over my body." Blaine said angrily.
"You get grumpy when you're sick." Kurt said. "I'll get you some Motrin and cough drops. Do you want anything to eat?" He asked as he began walking out the door.
"No." Blaine responded. When he came back Kurt found Blaine standing by the wall and rubbing his back up and down.
"Stop scratching." Kurt reprimanded.
"You don't understand. This is painful, pain that will only go away if I scratch it. Please, Please, scratch my back or let me scratch my back. Either way I NEED TO SCRATCH!" Blaine yelled. Kurt felt bad for Blaine. He had chicken pox when he was 10 and it was absolutely horrible. His dad stayed home for a week with him and they watched Disney movies and ate popcorn. He remembered how much he wanted to scratch, but his dad had done the oven mitts trick and he was thankful for that. If he hadn't, Kurt wouldn't have ended up with the flawless skin that he had.
"Baby, I'm sorry but I can't let you scratch." Kurt said.
"Why?" Blaine whined as he stomped his foot. He looked like a four year and Kurt laughed.
"It's not funny." Blaine said.
"I know. I'm sorry. Come lay down on bed." Kurt ordered. Kurt handed his a glass of water and the Motrin after he walked over. Blaine swallowed the pills and water and winced as the water went down his throat and then he lay down. Kurt lay down next to him and held him close. Then he began using his forearms to rub the chicken pox. It wasn't a scratch but it was enough pressure to help the itching subside.
"Oooh, that feels nice. Keep doing that please." Blaine said. Kurt smiled continued to rub Blaine's itchy pox until he fell asleep. Then Kurt kissed his head and left to go get some work done before Blaine woke up cranky and itchy once again.