"Kurt?" Blaine rounded the corner into their bedroom, finding Kurt digging in his closet. "Kurt what are you - you're supposed to be in bed."

"M'fine." Kurt protested, despite all the frantic running around making him dizzy. "Have you seen my pants? The ones with the stripes?"

"You can't possibly go to work today. You have a fever of 104."

"I have to! It's a few weeks to the release of the spring line, and we still have so much to do."

"I'm sure they can manage without you!"

Kurt whipped his head around and tried to give the best bitchface he could in his condition. Which wasn't easy considering the room was starting to spin.

"Are you kidding? Some of the interns we have this year are the most incompetent bunch of idiots." Kurt pointed out. "I mean I know I was once an intern so I know what it's like, but at least I could tell the difference between the drapes and my ass."

Blaine raised an eyebrow. He knew that Kurt's job caused him a lot of distress around this time of year, which is probably part of what caused him to become ill in the first place. He just needed to get some rest and he could get back in action in a few days.

"Look, I'll tell Isabelle that you can't come in today, and she can call me if disaster strikes." Blaine took Kurt's hand, leading him towards their bed. "In the mean time, get into bed, and I'll make you some tea."

"I hate when you're right."

Kurt rarely got sick, so when he did he never really knew what to do with himself.

He climbed into bed, disappearing beneath the thick green and brown covers while Blaine went back downstairs.

"We were out of earl grey so I brought you some lipton." Blaine called out as he walked up the stairs to their room.

"Kurt? Oh."

Blaine was greeted with the sight of Kurt buried under the covers, fast asleep, obviously feeling a lot worse than he let on.

Blaine put the cup of tea down on the small table beside their bed. He pulled the blankets back, laying down beside Kurt and wrapping his arms around him. He covered them both up and snuggled Kurt into his chest.

"Blaine, wha' you doing 'm gonna get you sick." Kurt slurred a bit in his sleepy haze.

Blane pressed a kiss to the top of his head and pulled him closer. "Don't care."

"Love you." Kurt smiled before allowing himself to fully drift off into sleep.

"Love you too, get some sleep honey."