Date night. Kurt knew in the back of his mind that he was just getting ready for dinner and a movie, but it felt like prom to him. He hadn't had a proper date with Blaine in weeks, and he wanted it to be special.

The butterflies in his stomach only got worse as Kurt styled his hair and got dressed in one of his favorite outfits. He had no reason to be nervous, but the feeling refused to leave him all night.

"… And make sure you're home by eleven," his dad said firmly as Kurt sat on the couch, waiting for Blaine to ring the doorbell.

"I know, Dad," Kurt said, rolling his eyes. "We won't be late."

The doorbell rang before his dad could reply, and Kurt jumped up to put his coat on and answer the door.

"Bye Dad, love you!" Kurt called. He opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch, shivering slightly as the cold air shocked him.

"Hey," Blaine said. "Ready to go? I found this new restaurant downtown by the movie theater, I think you'll like it."

Kurt opened his mouth to object, but decided to save it. He didn't really like trying new places, especially spontaneously on a date, but he decided to just go with it. He didn't feel very hungry at all, but Blaine was paying, so Kurt tried to be nice about it.

Blaine took him to a weird Asian restaurant, and Kurt didn't even know what he was eating half of the time. He really didn't like it, but didn't want to hurt Blaine's feelings.

"Have you been here before?" Kurt asked him, trying to discreetly spit out his bite of chicken into his napkin.

"Well, no," Blaine admitted. "But people told me it's pretty good. Do you like it?"

Kurt lied and nodded, even though it pained him to do so. He mostly pushed his food around on the plate to make it look like he had eaten something.

Oh well, he thought. Hopefully the movie would be better. Kurt didn't think anything could have been worse than that restaurant.

He and Blaine got a small popcorn to share at the movie, but Kurt didn't want to even think about putting another bite of food in his mouth. The weird chicken from the restaurant made his stomach hurt even worse. Not a good sign.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked as the movie started and Kurt couldn't sit still. Kurt didn't want to tell Blaine how bad he felt, but it was hard to cover it up.

"Fine," Kurt whispered. He felt cold, so he covered up with his jacket. No matter how hard he tried to get comfortable in the little movie theater seat, nothing helped at all, and Kurt was getting desperate.

"I'll be right back," he whispered to Blaine. Kurt figured he probably looked like a mess, and was thankful for the darkness of the theater to conceal it. He went out to the bathroom, and his suspicion was confirmed. Kurt wanted to try to fix his hair, but got cut off.

He ducked into a stall, thankful the bathroom was otherwise empty. Kurt didn't want to throw up; he absolutely hated it, but there was no other option. He started to shiver again as his stomach cramped and he got sick. Kurt tried not to think about how absolutely unsanitary it was, but he still felt disgusting.

He wanted to get sick a second time, but there wasn't anything left in his stomach. Kurt caught his breath and tried to clean up a little so he would look more presentable, but of course he bumped into Blaine on his way out.

"Hey," his boyfriend said, glancing over him and looking concerned. "You were gone for awhile, so I wanted to make sure you were all right. You don't look so good."

Kurt knew he had to hide the fact that he had just puked his guts up. If Blaine knew, he would force Kurt to go home early, and their date would officially be ruined.

"I'm okay," Kurt lied, coughing into his elbow. For a split second, he thought he was going to be sick right then and there, but he managed to fight it.

"You're shaking," Blaine pointed out. He put his hand on Kurt's back and walked him back out to the lobby.

"I'm fine," Kurt insisted, even though he felt like passing out. Walking had become such a chore, and he was getting stomach cramps like no other. "Come on, we're going to miss the end of the movie."

But Blaine wouldn't budge. He sat Kurt on one of the benches outside of the theater and felt his forehead, frowning.

"Kurt, you're not fine. How long have you been sick? If you felt bad, we could have just stayed in tonight," Blaine said. Kurt thought for a second that he was mad, but Blaine's expression softened. "Was it that Chinese food that made you sick? Gosh, I'm an idiot, we shouldn't have gone there."

"No, it's okay," Kurt said. "It's not your fault. I'm alright."

"Let's just get you home," Blaine suggested. Kurt was suddenly exhausted now that he didn't have to work so hard to pretend like he was fine. He nodded in agreement, and waited while Blaine went back into the theater to get their coats. "Come on, we'll be there soon."

Kurt shivered outside as they walked to Blaine's car, and turned the heater up with shaking hands as soon as his boyfriend turned the car on.

"I have a blanket in the back if you want it," Blaine offered. Kurt shook his head, just wanting to go home as soon as possible. He felt nauseous again, and tried to hold Blaine's hand and ignore it until the feeling passed. He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek up against the cool glass of the window until they reached his house.

"Kurt? We're here," Blaine said, turning the car off and nudging Kurt to wake him up. Kurt sat up and unbuckled himself, shivering so hard he struggled to move. Blaine opened his door, and Kurt hung onto him, trying to warm himself up. "How do you feel?"

"My stomach hurts," Kurt confessed, wrapping his hand around Blaine's arm. "'m cold."

Blaine led him up to the porch and rang the doorbell with his elbow, as his hands were full with keeping Kurt upright. Kurt felt his knees quivering, and dropped his head onto Blaine's shoulder while they waited for someone to answer the door.

"I ruined our date," Kurt pouted. "I'm sorry."

"No, you didn't," Blaine assured him. "It's not your fault, so don't worry about it. Let's get you feeling better."

Carole opened the door, and Blaine helped Kurt inside and over to the couch.

"What happened, honey?" she asked. Kurt didn't know if she was asking him or Blaine, but he knew if he tried to talk he would wind up throwing up again.

"He got sick at the movie theater," Blaine explained. "I think it's from something he ate at the restaurant, but he said his stomach hurts."

Carole helped Kurt lay down, and he felt her stroke his hair. "You feel a little warm, but not too bad. Do you want to go get in bed?"

Kurt didn't want to move at all, but he knew he couldn't just sleep in the couch and wrinkle his clothes. He let Blaine help him up, and trudged up the stairs to his room.

"Change your clothes, honey," Carole told him. "I'll get you something to drink." Blaine went with her, so Kurt took off his clothes and put on his most comfortable pajamas before crawling into bed. The sheets felt rough and cold, but he eventually warmed up a little before they returned, Kurt's dad trailing behind them as well.

"Hey, bud," he said. "You feeling sick?"

Kurt just shrugged his shoulders. He turned onto his side and tried to tune everything out, which was hard to do as Carole stuck a thermometer in his ear, and Blaine rubbed his back.

"You don't have a very high fever, so that's good," she said. "It probably was just something you ate. I think it'll pass by the morning. Do you want some Pepto-Bismol to settle your stomach, or just try to sleep it off?"

"Just sleep," Kurt mumbled. He hated the taste of the nasty pink stuff. "Can Blaine stay?"

"He can stay for a little bit," Kurt heard his dad say. "Just get some sleep, kiddo." Kurt nodded, and heard him and Carole leave. Blaine got up, too, and turned off the lamp.

"I'm sorry you don't feel good," he apologized, kissing Kurt's warm forehead. "Next time you can pick where we eat. Okay?"

"Okay," Kurt sighed. He was afraid of falling asleep on him, and forced his eyes open. Blaine tucked him in tighter, and Kurt heard him zip up his coat.

"I'm gonna go home," he said. "You need to rest. But I'll come see you tomorrow if you're still feeling bad. Sound good?"

Kurt nodded, even thought he didn't want Blaine to go. He closed his eyes again and heard Blaine shut the bedroom door behind him, and Kurt finally drifted off to sleep.


Author's Notes:

Wellll... this is my first time to ever post my writing on here! I'm super excited to be here and I hope you enjoy reading my fics! I would really appreciate if you reviewed it since this is my first time! Also if you have any prompts/requests feel free to leave them in the comments and I will take a look at them. Thanks!