Author: summercarntspel

Warnings: Overly cute things and sick Kurt

Pairing: Klaine (Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson)

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or Glee.

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Kurt was sick. Like, sick sick. Not sniffles and a little cough and a runny nose. Sick.

Sick.

Everything was so ridiculously achy and he had a fever higher than Finn's IQ and he didn't trust himself to be more than ten steps away from the bathroom at any point of time. Too risky.

Actually, he'd just left the bathroom and collapsed back on his bed, sweating and pale from the whole ordeal.

And, somehow, Blaine decided that this would be the perfect time to pay a visit.

"Oh my God, get out, I'm not decent," Kurt groaned loudly as Blaine entered his bedroom, a too-cheery smile on his stupidly cute face, "Don't look at me!"

Blaine laughed, the gentle, soft noise that caused butterflies to find a home inside Kurt's belly. He walked over to Kurt's bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress and carding his fingers through his boyfriend's sweat-dampened hair. "I think you might be even cuter than usual when you're sick."

"You're just a sicko who's into the weak and the bedridden."

And Blaine laughed again, shaking his head as he handed over a warm plastic container and a plastic spoon, encouraging Kurt to open it, "I made you some soup. I figured you'd like a last meal that tasted nice."

"If I wasn't so sick, I'd kick you in the nuts," Kurt spat, clogged sinuses making his voice sound a lot less threatening than he hoped. He inhaled the warm steam rising from the homemade soup and let out an immediate sigh, feeling the wonderful warmth and aroma infiltrate his senses, and a small smile flickered across his face, "But thank you."

Blaine nodded, carefully shuffling next to Kurt on the mattress, fluffing up the spare pillow before he leaned back against it, sliding an arm around Kurt's shoulders, "Anything for you, my sickly sweetheart."

Kurt ate in silence for a bit, letting out pleased little sighs as the warm, delicious soup startled to settle his queasy stomach and warmed his body from the inside.

"You're actually pretty great, you know," Kurt shrugged, sipping down some more broth, "Coming over to your sick boyfriend's house bearing homemade soup and cuddles... You might catch my disease, you know."

Blaine nodded, resting his head against Kurt's and kissing the side of his head carefully, "It's worth it... Besides, I recall having my tongue down your throat two days ago, so I'm probably going to wind up with it anyway."

"Mmm... Then I suppose you wouldn't mind hanging around and maybe napping with me?" Kurt asked, finishing off the last of the special gift before he closed the container, setting it on one of the bedside tables, "I could use a cuddle buddy."

Blaine nodded eagerly, sliding under Kurt's comfortable sheets and quilt, head resting against the pillow and watching as Kurt shifted into a similar position.

"I love you, you know," Kurt mumbled, already on the verge of sleep as he let his eyes flutter closed, "I love you, Blaine Warbler."

Blaine just smiled, brushing his lips against Kurt's feverish forehead and letting Kurt cling to him like some kind of too-warm octopus.

"I love you, too... I love you, too."