Author's Note: More adorableness? I hope so :) The other Warblers are in this chapter too. I hope you enjoy.

-SQ

Disclaimer: If this were real Glee you'd be watching it, not reading it. Also, if I owned Glee I would by Ryan Murphy, who I'm not.

Chapter Two: Not Like That, Really

Kurt woke to a cool hand on his forehead.

"Hey, Kurt, how're you feeling?"

Kurt opened his eyes and blinked, bringing Blaine's face into focus.

"Hi," said Kurt weakly.

"Hi," said Blaine, smiling. "You didn't answer my question."

"I'm alright."

Kurt smiled slightly to reassure his friend, but the effect was somewhat ruined when he started to cough.

"Easy," said Blaine, supporting Kurt's back with his hand.

Kurt leaned his head against Blaine's arm.

"Okay, so maybe I'm not quite alright."

"Or at all alright?" said Blaine archly.

"Or at all alright," agreed Kurt with a sigh.

Blaine wrapped his other arm around Kurt.

"What time is it?" Kurt asked. There was a clock on the bedside table, but he didn't have enough energy to sit up and look at it, and Blaine's arms felt so good around him…

"Five past noon," answered Blaine.

"I slept all morning?"

"So it would seem," said Blaine. "And by the looks of it you could use some more. I didn't mean to wake you up, you know."

"It's okay," said Kurt. "I'm glad you did. I would have hated to miss you. I'd rather be awake with you than asleep all by myself, even if I do feel wretched."

Realizing what he had just said, Kurt flushed and looked down.

Blaine chuckled and ruffled Kurt's hair.

"Blaine!" Kurt protested. "My hair!"

"Don't worry, it's still a perfect…disaster," said Blaine, smirking.

"Oh!" exclaimed Kurt, his hands flying to his hair. "Oh, it's awful…" his eyes began to fill with tears.

"Kurt!" said Blaine in alarm. He took his shoulders. "Kurt, I didn't mean it. I was teasing. Kurt, please don't cry."

Kurt blinked and sniffled. Blaine was looking distressed. He suddenly felt extremely silly.

"Sorry…I'm kind of emotional right now…"

Blaine opened his arms, inviting Kurt into them. The younger boy accepted gratefully, the warmth of Blaine's body easing slightly the shivery achy feeling in his muscles.

"You're sick. I shouldn't be teasing. I'm sorry."

Kurt just burrowed his face into Blaine's collar, squeezing his eyes shut against the tears that still hovered there.

"Kurt, I really am sorry."

"I know. Don't be. I'm being silly. I just…I kind of lose it when I'm sick. Once I ripped my entire room apart looking for my favorite sweater, just to make sure I still had it."

Blaine chuckled, moving his arms around the other boy in what could almost be considered a cuddle.

Kurt felt his heartbeat speed up in his chest.

Blaine felt it too and pulled back to look at Kurt's face.

"Relax, I've got you."

Kurt bit his lip.

"I hate being sick."

"Who doesn't?"

As Kurt lowered his head back to Blaine's shoulder Miss Clark walked into the room.

She surveyed the scene with one hand on her hip.

"I thought I heard your voice in here, Blaine Anderson," she said, stern tone belied by the smile tugging on her lips. "Who gave you permission to be in here?"

Blaine put on his most charming, angelic smile.

"Oh, you," said the nurse, half fondly, half exasperatedly. "I came in here to bring Mr. Hummel some lunch and take his temperature."

"Thank you, Miss Clark," said Kurt gratefully, accepting a bowl of soup and a piece of toast from her.

Blaine checked his watch.

"I've got to go," he said regretfully. "Class starts in five minutes."

He rose from the side of the bed and took Kurt's hands, squeezing them.

"I'll be back later."

"'Kay," said Kurt. The heat rising through his body, which had nothing to do with the fever he was running, was making it exceedingly difficult to think.

Blaine gave Kurt's hand one last squeeze.

"Au revoir, mon ami."

"Au revoir, mon amor," whispered Kurt.

*****AM*****

"Okay," said Wes, rapping his gavel smartly against the desk in front of him. "I hereby call this meeting of the Warblers to order. Is everyone here?"

"Where's Kurt?" asked David, looking around the room for the absent countertenor. Everyone's eyes scanned the room as well and then turned automatically to Blaine.

"He's sick," said Blaine. "I took him to the nurse after first period."

The rest of the Warblers made sympathetic noises.

"I hope he's okay," said Nick.

"He's running a pretty high fever," said Blaine. "But he should be fine."

"I know we're all sorry that Kurt isn't feeling well," said Wes, tapping his gavel sharply for attention. "And we will miss him in rehearsal today, but it is time to get that rehearsal underway. Now, the council has come up with a few ideas to test out for sectionals, so come pick up the sheet music and we'll run through them a few times to get a feel for them."

The Warbler boys all filed to the front of the room and grabbed a stack of sheet music. Richard, the best piano player in the group, sat down at the baby grand to give notes and run parts. Wes, David, and Thad came to take their places with the rest of the Warblers. Richard rolled the pitches and Thad counted them in for the first song.

*****AM*****

Wes and David caught up with Blaine after rehearsal.

"Hey, Blaine, wait up," said Wes. He and David jogged up to flank to shorter boy.

"I'm sorry for cutting the conversation short earlier," Wes continued.

"It's not that we're not concerned about Kurt," said David. "Because we really are."

"But we had to get rehearsal rolling."

"It's cool," said Blaine. "I understand."

"Are you going to see him now?" asked David.

Blaine nodded.

"Yes."

"Mind if we join you?"

"Or would you rather be alone with your sweetheart?"

"He is not my sweetheart," said Blaine irritably. "How many times do I have to tell you guys that? And yes, you can come along. But be gentle. Please."

"We will."

"We're not monsters."

"We know he's sick, man, have a little faith."

*****AM*****

"Miss Clark?" Blaine knocked on the doorframe.

The pretty young nurse appeared through the door to her private office.

"Mr. Anderson, Mr. Thompson, Mr. Montgomery. How are you boys?"

"Very well, Miss Clark," replied Wes and David, practically oozing charm.

Blaine rolled his eyes.

"How's Kurt?"

"Still feeling like crap, but alive," was Miss Clark's wry opinion. "I assume you'd like to see him."

"If it's not too much trouble, Miss Clark," said Wes sweetly.

The nurse raised an eyebrow.

"If you want to see your friend you'll behave."

"Sorry, Miss Clark," said Wes and David contritely.

The nurse sighed and gestured toward the door to Kurt's room.

Blaine knocked twice and then poked his head around the door.

"Kurt? Are you awake?"

"Yes," came a hoarse whisper.

Kurt was sitting up in the bed, arms wrapped around his knees. His eyes were closed and his head rested against the headboard. The three boys entered the room and sat down on the edges of the bed.

"Hey, Kurt," said David. "Blaine told us you were sick."

Kurt nodded without opening his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" asked Wes.

"Miserable," croaked Kurt.

The other three winced.

Kurt finally opened his eyes. They were bloodshot.

"I know, I sound awful. On top of everything else I've lost my voice."

He was not about to cry, he was not. Not in front of Wes and David.

His friends all patted him on the shoulders, Blaine giving him an extra squeeze.

"Man, that sucks," said David.

"Don't worry, though," said Wes. "It'll come back."

"It'd better," rasped Kurt. "I don't know what I'd do if it didn't." Then, "Oh Gaga, I sound like Rachel."

Wes and David looked confused. Blaine laughed and wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulders.

"How's your fever?"

"High," sighed Kurt, sagging against the older boy. "102.5 last time we checked."

"Oh, Kurt, you poor thing," said Blaine, tightening his arms around the feverish boy. "You must feel awful."

"Pretty much."

Blaine pressed his lips to the top of Kurt's head, glaring daggers at Wes and David, who were wearing identical knowing smirks.

Kurt's breath left him in a rush. Did Blaine just do what he thought he did? Maybe he was going delirious…

"I wish there was something I could do," Blaine murmured. "I hate seeing you like this."

"I hate you seeing me like this," said Kurt.

"Nonsense," said David. "We're your friends."

"Yeah, your friends," said Wes, winking at Blaine over Kurt's head.

Shut up, Blaine mouthed at him.

"We've got to go," said Wes, standing up.

"So we'll just leave you two alone," said David, neatly side-stepping the blow Blaine aimed at his side.

"See you later, Kurt."

"Feel better, man."

"We need our countertenor back."

Blaine could feel Kurt nodding off against his shoulder. He shook him gently.

"Kurt, don't you think you ought to call your parents and tell them you'll be staying overnight?"

"Oh, yeah, right!" said Kurt, bolting up. "Dad's going to be worried sick!"

"Whoa!" said Blaine, catching the other boy with his arm. "Calm down. Do you have your phone on you?"

"Of course."

Kurt pulled it out and dialed his home number. Finn picked up on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Finn, it's Kurt."

"Whoa, dude, what's up with your voice?"

"I'm sick," said Kurt glumly.

"Bro, really? Are you okay?"

"Kind of," said Kurt. "I've got a pretty high fever and I feel terrible, but I'm in the nurse's office and Blaine is here. I won't be coming home tonight though."

"Do you want me to come and pick you up?" asked Finn, worry evident in his voice.

"No, I'm just going to stay here. I'll be fine, promise," he added when Finn started to protest.

"Okay, said Finn reluctantly. "Put Blaine on the phone for a minute."

Kurt shrugged and held the phone out to the darker-haired boy.

"Finn wants to talk to you."

Blaine took the phone.

"Hello?"

"How is he? Is he okay? He sounds awful."

Blaine smiled tightly.

"He's pretty sick; fever, cough, chills, the works; he's absolutely exhausted, but he's hanging in there."

"He's gonna be okay though?"

"Yes," said Blaine. "I promise. Kurt's tough, and Dalton's nurse is great. He's going to be fine. I wouldn't let it be otherwise."

"You'll take care of him?"

"Of course." Blaine smiled. "You really care about him."

"He's my brother."

"And one of my best friends," said Blaine. "Tell your parents he's in good hands."

"They're going to flip," said Finn. "Especially Burt."

"Kurt said as much."

"Can you put him back on?"

"Sure, just a second."

He handed the phone back to Kurt.

"I'll tell my mom and your dad for you," said Finn.

"Thanks, Finn."

"Don't mention it. Feel better, bro."

"Hopefully," said Kurt.

Kurt ended the call and laid the phone on the bedside table, his eyes were already starting to close.

Blaine stayed with Kurt until sleep overtook the other boy, then he laid him gently down on the bed, tucked him in, brushed his lips lightly, platonically he told himself firmly, over his burning forehead, and quietly left the room.

"He's asleep," Blaine informed Miss Clark wearily.

She nodded.

"You should be too."

"You'll take care of him?"

"It is my job."

Blaine chuckled.

"Touché."

"Where did you find him, anyway?" asked the nurse, rearranging the pillows on the couch. "He doesn't' seem like run-of-the-mill Dalton stock."

"He's not," said Blaine. "He's not run-of-the-mill anything. He transferred here from his old school. He was having problems with bullies."

"He seems like a nice catch," said Miss Clark mildly.

"It's not like that," said Blaine. "We're just good friends. Really."

"Ah," said Miss Clark, and left it at that.

AN: I'd love for you to review :)

-SQ