A/N: Ugh. I'm sick. Gross. This little idea came into my head while laying sick in bed. (Omg! That rhymes!) I originally typed this on my iPod an hour ago while I was laying sick in bed. This will be a multi-chapter story.

There shall be Klaine, Finchel, Artina, Tike, Brittana, Bartie, Samtana, Fabrevans, Quick, Puckerzizes (Idk what you'd call them. They could be called Luck! that sounds pretty cool!), Puckleberry, Fuinn and other stuff. There shall be love triangles, or quadrangales (Squares? Is that what those shapes are called?) Maybe even pentangles (Pentagons of love? Maybe...). Heck, maybe even some crack pairings! Who knows? There could be some Kurt/Desk Lamp action. We shall see!

And most importantly...

FURT BROTHERLY GOODNESS!

And this story takes place when Kurt is back at McKinley. Except, if he's sick he wouldn't really be at McKinley now, would he?

Also, to any readers of my other stories: "Whether He Likes It or Not" or "New Beginnings", they will be updated sometime this week.

Please review and I am proud to present the first chapter of "Fashionably Ill" :) I hope you enjoy.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I'm pretty sure I don't. I think all that stuff belongs to Ryan Murphy.

The Beginning of a Nightmare

"Ugh." Kurt Hummel groaned as he clutched his stomach with both hands. He carefully got off of his bed. He tried walking over to his vanity. (Yes, Kurt has a vanity. Which Finn sometimes referred to it as "Kurt's MANity"). With every step Kurt took, his legs would shake.

As he approached the chair, he became weaker and out of breath. There was sweat on his forehead too. Kurt's vanity was only a few steps away from his bed. Yet, Kurt looked and felt as if he had run a marathon.

The boy felt very weak. Shaking as he held onto the side of the vanity. His hands were sweaty, his grip slipped.

Hyperventilating, Kurt's blue-green eyes rolled to the back of his head. He collapsed onto the white carpeted floor.

A tired Finn Hudson walked across the hall from his bedroom. He had a navy blue comforter wrapped around himself.

Finn approached the door of his stepbrother's bedroom. Taking his right hand out of the blanket, he knocked on the door.

No answer.

Finn knocked again. In a tired voice he asked, "Kurt?"

No answer.

Finn wondered what that crashing noise was. The noise woke him up just minutes ago. Was Kurt alright?

Finn tried turning the little gold doorknob.

Locked.

There was a key above the door. Finn could use that to get inside. Kurt hated having his privacy invaded, but Finn wanted to make sure his brother was alright.

This was where being a 6'3" giant was an advantage. Finn didn't even have to stand on his tiptoes to reach, all he did was reach his long arm to the top of the door. He grasped the tiny key and brought it down.

Finn inserted the key into the tiny hole on the doorknob. With a few twists, turns and jimmies of the key, Finn actually managed to unlock the door.

He turned the knob and slowly opened the door.

"Kurt?" Finn asked, "Sorry for like invading your space and stuff but I—HOLY CRAP!"

Finn saw his shirtless stepbrother lying on the ground. He knew something was wrong. Kurt didn't sleep on the floor, unless in a sleeping bag or something.

Finn kneeled down to Kurt's level. He began poking Kurt's side.

"Kurt?" Finn asked, as he poked, "Kurt?"

No answer.

Finn started shaking Kurt's shoulder. "Kurt? Are you alright? Kurt?"

Kurt began to stir.

"Thank God." Finn sighed.

"Blaine…" Kurt slurred with a tired voice.

"No this is Finn."

"Wait till after dinner, Blaine." Kurt slurred, "Then we can."

A confused expression appeared on Finn's face.

"Do what?"

"Stuff…"

Finn had a pretty good idea of what "stuff" was. He began to shake his brother.

Kurt's eyes began to open. "Finn?" he asked with a raspy voice. His tired voice then became more of an angry choke. "Finn! What are you doing in my room?"

"Were you having dreams about Blaine?" Finn sounded concerned.

"What?" Kurt's voice sounded hoarse, "Why do you need to know? And you didn't answer my question!"

"Just a few minutes ago you said Blaine's name and asked him to do "stuff". And I have a pretty good idea of what "stuff" is."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Jeez, Finn. You're almost as bad as my dad." He then coughed.

"You look really pale."

"I know Finn, it's my natural complexion. Why do you think Coach Sylvester calls me Porcelain?"

"Dude, you're like whiter than usual. Did you die? Are you like a vampire or a ghost or something?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and coughed. He shivered and grabbed the comforter away from Finn. He wrapped it around himself.

"It's freezing in here!" He hoarsely shouted.

"Vampires are cold."

"I'm not a vampire Finn!"

"Denial…"

"Idiot." Kurt groaned under his breath.

"Dude?" Finn asked, "If you're so cold, then why are you sweating?"

Kurt shrugged.

Finn then placed the back of his hand on Kurt's pale forehead.

Kurt looked awkward and confused, "What are you doing?"

"My mom always does this when I don't feel good." Finn answered, "Dude, you're like burning up. Come on." Finn reached his hand out to the smaller boy.

Kurt grabbed Finn's arm and slowly stood up. "Where are we going?"

"Downstairs. I think we have one of those thingies that take your temperature."

"They're called thermometers, Finn."

"I knew that."

Finn began to open the door. Kurt followed. His legs were wobbling. He quickly grabbed onto Finn's arm for balance.

"S-Sorry." Kurt stuttered.

"S'alright." Finn calmly answered. He knew Kurt wasn't feeling well and didn't grab onto him intentionally.

The brothers began walking down the hallway. Kurt held onto Finn's shirt for balance. They approached the staircase.

Kurt, wide-eyed, looked down. His vision was blurred. "I never knew I could loathe stairs this much."

"Just hold onto the railing."

Kurt nodded. He grabbed onto the banister. He carefully stepped down the staircase, wobbling with each step he took.

After the final step, Kurt quickly grabbed the sleeve of Finn's T-Shirt, keeping his balance.

The two made their way into the kitchen.

Carole Hummel-Hudson stood at the granite countertop. She appeared to be looking for her car keys.

"Mom?" Finn asked, "Where's Burt?"

Not looking back, she answered her son, "He left for work about fifteen minutes ago. Why do you ask?"

Finn shrugged. "No reason." Kurt gripped tighter to the sleeve.

Carole turned her head. She saw her stepson hanging onto the sleeve of her son's shirt for dear life. He looked terrible.

"Kurt!" Carole gasped, "Sweetie, are you okay?"

"M'fine." Kurt lied.

Carole opened a cabinet and began to look through it. She then pulled out an ear-thermometer. "Honey, sit down. Let me take your temperature."

"Carole," Kurt protested, "I'm fine. I have a date with Blaine tonight, and Mercedes and I were going to go shopping and—" Kurt was cut off by Carole.

"Sit down." There was a stern tone in her voice.

Kurt nodded and walked, well, it was more like wobbled, over to one of the chairs that sat at the small kitchen table. He sat down.

Carole then shoved the thermometer into Kurt's ear. He really hoped that Carole had replaced the cover. It was nauseating thinking about other people's earwax in his own ear.

Carole pulled the thermometer out of Kurt's ear. "One-hundred and one point two." Carole read the thermometer, "You have a fever. I'm afraid you're going to have to cancel with Blaine and Mercedes. They'll understand."

Kurt sighed.

"Honey, what are your symptoms?"

Kurt hoarsely spoke, "My throat hurts. I ache everywhere. And I feel freezing cold. I also feel like I'm going to puke my guts out."

"Just as I thought." Carole said, "You have the flu."

Kurt sighed.

"I'll just call work and tell them I can't come in today."

"No!" Finn shouted. He remembered that a few months ago his mom had to take a little over a week off of work because he had mono. It was time to repay her. "Mom, you don't need to call. I'll stay and take care of Kurt. Today's a teacher's conference thingy so we have off from school anyway."

"Are you sure?" Carole asked, "Because I don't have a problem with taking off."

"Positive."

"You've had your flu shot, right?"

Finn nodded, "Coach Bieste made us all get ours."

"Kurt? Are you okay with Finn taking care of you?"

Kurt was a bit delirious, so he didn't really know what was going on. "Sure. Whatever. As long as he doesn't make me eat a Sausage McMuffin and waters the palm trees, I'm fine."

Finn looked confused. He's never forced Kurt to eat a Sausage McMuffin. He was also pretty sure that palm trees didn't grow in Ohio.

"Okay." Carole sighed. "Feel better, Sweetie." She grabbed her car keys and walked out of the kitchen. "Goodbye boys."

"Bye Mom." Finn walked over to Kurt. "Dude, I think you should go lay down or something. Can you make it up the stairs?"

"Why are you so tall?" Kurt asked, his delirium began to take over. "Are you a giant?"

Finn chuckled, "I guess that's a no." He lifted Kurt from the chair and slung him over his shoulder.

"This is just like flying!" Kurt gasped.

"Mmm…hmm…" Finn began to walk up the staircase.

"Finn?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah?"

"Are you a shark?"

"What?"

"Are you a shark?"

"Am I a shark?"

"Yeah."

"I don't get it."

Kurt began to explain, "Brittany says that dolphins are just gay sharks. If I'm a dolphin, would that make you a shark? Or would you be a whale, because you're so tall?"

Finn laughed.

Little did he know, the nightmare had only begun.

A/N: Gahhh…. I feel like crap. I feel almost exactly like Kurt does. Except I'm not delirious…..at least I don't think I am…..WAIT! Why is that rainbow winged pig digging up flowers from my backyard? HE SHOULD BE SEARCHING FOR TRUFFLES! Not flowers! Everyone knows that! Am I right? Pigs clearly dig up truffles! Chocolate truffles I hope! Wait...do would he dig up the dark chocolate or milk chocolate kind? I don't really mind either, I'm just wondering.

Anyways, reviews are very motivational. Please review :) Reviewers are awesome! And thanks you so much for reading the first chapter.