A/N: Hey, sorry! I would have had this up earlier tonight, but I got distracted watching this: http : / / .com/watch?v=qlUG8F9uVgM&feature=player_embedded#! It's so inspirational, and Chris Colfer is in it Please take a look, just remove all of the spaces. Anyway... Back to the story... Wow! I'm so happy at the response that the first chapter got! So glad you all like it :D I've got two more prompts! Yay! I'm always accepting prompts, so if you have one, please tell me what it is, and I'll do my best to write it! It can be fluff, awkward, angst; it doesn't even have to be Klaine! :D I just love writing for you guys3 Prompt from the amazing EmmaxxCaroline :D (Just a little fyi, I have borderline OCD... A bit like Emma, so ill people make me feel funny, so you should be very grateful I'm writing this :P Here is what she said: how about... Sick!blaine fic? So... Here it is! Don't forget to read, and review, and leave prompts! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, I'll get to all the prompts in later chapters, don't worry! Xoxo

Kurt waited at Blaine's locker as he did every morning. He had been waiting for him to arrive at school for ten minutes. Kurt found this strange, because usually Blaine was at the lockers before him, but for some reason he wasn't. Kurt began to get worried so he got his phone out and sent a quick text to Blaine, asking him where he was. He put the phone back into his pocket, and waited nervously for a reply. He felt a buzz in his pocket, so he checked his phone, and Blaine had texted him back.

Hey, sorry I didn't tell you, I don't feel well so I'm not in school today. Sorry Love you –B xx

Kurt's heart fluttered as he read the text. He then got worried because his boyfriend was too sick to be in school.

"Kurt, why are you not in English lit? Come on, you're late!" Mercedes called from the other side of the corridor, eying her best friend suspiciously.

"Oh, he 'Cedes, I'm... Uh, just gonna go home actually. See you tomorrow?" Kurt said quickly, giving her an apologetic smile.

"Oh, sure. Hope you feel better, bye Kurt!" Mercedes called again, giving him a fleeting smile before dashing off to her class. Kurt sighed gratefully as she left. Quickly, he sprinted out to his car, and began to drive to Blaine's house. It was only a fifteen minute drive, but felt like much longer when he thought about the fact that his boyfriend was ill. As soon as he pulled up to Blaine's driveway, he leapt out of his car and ran down the pathway to Blaine's front door. He fished the key out of his pocket – both Blaine and Kurt's parents made the other keys to their house, because they 'couldn't be bothered to answer the door every single day' – and unlocked the door.

"Blaine?" He called softly from the foot of the stairs. He was greeted with a loud groan, and a thud, from Blaine's room. Kurt held back a giggle, and went upstairs. He knocked softly on Blaine's door, before going in. He saw Blaine lying on the floor of his bedroom right by his bed; clutching his right knee.

"M'fell off the bed." He croaked, wincing as Kurt opened the curtains slightly, as to let some light in.

"Get up, and have a shower." Kurt ordered. "You'll feel better, I promise." He added, helping Blaine up.

"Whaddaya doing here?" Blaine mumbled, letting Kurt pull him up.

"I've come here to look after you." Kurt said smiling down at his boyfriend.

"Whaddabout..." Blaine cleared his throat loudly – which was followed by a series of coughs, "School?"

"I'll catch up later. Now go on, into the bathroom." Kurt said sweetly.

"Only if you come with me," Blaine joked, smiling sleepily at Kurt.

"Blaine, that's gross, you're ill. Now go on." Kurt said with a laugh as he watched his boyfriend stumble into the bathroom. While he was waiting Kurt decided to make Blaine some soup, because... Well that's what sick people ate. He moved gracefully around Blaine's kitchen, making his famous Parsnip and carrot soup. He always liked to have it when he was ill, or just feeling upset, so he was delighted when he found out that the Anderson's had the correct ingredients, although if they didn't there was no doubt that he would have gone out to fetch them for Blaine. He finished the soup with a pinch of salt, and brought it up to Blaine's room, just as he heard the shower go off. He wouldn't actually say it, but he was really happy that he could look after Blaine for once, because it seemed in Kurt's opinion, that ever since they had met, Blaine was always looking after Kurt, and fixing his problems; Kurt just wanted a chance to do the same. He went up to Blaine's drawers, and picked out some pyjamas, and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Yeah?" Blaine's voice came from the other side; he sounded ill still, but a lot better than he did when Kurt arrived.

"I have some pyjama's here. I'm coming in." Kurt said.

"Uh, I'm not really wearing anything, but sure?" Blaine said as Kurt dumped the clothes onto the floor, and blushed slightly as he walked back out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Blaine shrugged, and pulled the clothes on, feeling a pounding in his head as he did so.

"Oh, I've also made you some soup," Kurt said through the door. Blaine opened the door, and walked out. For some reason the room was spinning, and he thought it would be better if he laid down for a bit. He attempted to go to his bed, but stumbled, and tripped over his own feet. Expecting his face to hit the floor, he closed his eyes, and winced at the expected pain, but he never did hit the floor. That's strange Blaine thought Oh, right Kurt's here. He remembered with a grin as he felt Kurt support him as they made their way to his bed.

"Here you go," Kurt said thrusting a glass of water and two tablets at Blaine. Blaine took them with a smile, and he put the tablets in his mouth, and swallowed them with the water. Kurt sat Blaine down on the bed, propping his pillows up so that Blaine could sit and eat his soup.

"Thanks..." Blaine murmured, stroking Kurt's cheek. Kurt looked down at the younger boy, a sympathetic smile on his face.

"Blaine, why are you stroking my cheek?" He asked, sounding like a lovesick puppy.

"S' soft." Blaine said, letting his hand fall to the mattress. Kurt picked up the bowl, and put it on his lap.

"You're adorable." Kurt said, picking up the spoon. Blaine opened his mouth with a grin, and giggled slightly as Kurt began to feed him the soup.

"Hey, hey Kurt. If anybody came in here, they'd think we were the most cute couple in the world." Blaine mumbled, letting his head roll to the side slightly.

"They sure would." Kurt replied.

A/N: Things are getting very fluffy! I may need a break from all the fluff! (Just a hint, I do love writing awkward scenes! ;D) I found that quite hard to write, because whenever I thought about Blaine being ill, it made me feel funny, that's why I made him take a shower, and why there were no Klisses in this one :/ Please prompt, and review, once again, I hope you liked it! :D –Leah xoxo