Yay, chapter 2! Glad you like it so far, sorry for typos- I tried to edit. I update again soon :)

"Finn, wake up. Finn?" I said gently, tapping Finn's shoulder. "I don't wanna wake you up but your like 6 inches taller than me- it's not like I can carry you in." He groaned a little, eyelids fluttering before looking around in confusion.

"Kurt, why are we parked outside my house?" Finn questioned, glancing at the clock. Um, he did remember he was sick right?

"I gave you a ride from Glee and you got sick remember?" I explained softly, I had a feeling he had a pretty high fever right now. The only response I got was a nod as we both got out of the car and walked towards his door. He unlocked it and threw his backpack down as we entered. "Okay, go lay on the couch and I'll get water and medicine." I commanded, placing my backpack down as well.

"Kurt, this is crazy. I'm not five, I can take care of myself. Beside you don't wanna end up sick too." Finn yawned as he practically fell onto the couch.

"Hey, everyone wants to be taken care of when they're sick and don't worry about me. Now stay here and I'll be right back." Finn agreed, thankfully. It would be so much easier to take care of him if he would just let me.

I know the Hudson house pretty well but it still took me a minute to gather everything. Thermometer, water, medicine, blanket, wash cloth and a bucket, just in case- that should be everything. When I re-entered the living room Finn was asleep again which wasn't surprising, even when he wasnt sick he could fall asleep in an instant. Lucky, they had an ear thermometer so I could take his temperature without waking him up again. 100.9, not as bad as I thought but not great. I put out the water and medicine and set the bucket next to the couch before dabbing the washcloth on his forehead and letting him sleep. I guess I could just watch tv until he woke up.

About an hour later I heard Finn gag, I turned to him as he grabbed the bucket- he was mostly just coughing into it though. I think his stomach was just about empty...but not quite. I walked over to him as he threw up a little before putting the bucket down.

"Why do I feel like we just had a really intense practice?" Finn asked hoarsely, stretching his seemingly sore muscles.

"Honestly I think you have a rough case of the flu, you'll be fine but I should probably call your mom." I explained as I reach for the phone.

"No!" Finn attempted to screamed, "Don't call her, let her have fun. I'm fine, just really cold." I rolled my eyes, typical Finn to throw up and say he's fine. Nevertheless, I listened and put the phone down before giving Finn the blanket I'd forgotten I grabbed.

"Take this." I handed him the medicine and water and he listened easily, only proving how weak he felt. "Thank you, you should start feeling better soon." I whispered as he relaxed back onto the couch and with a gross cough and a barely audible 'Thanks Kurt' he feel asleep once again. All this sleeping speed up his recovery, at least I hope so. I know Finn though, he'll do anything to get better before sectionals.

Hope you enjoyed it, I know it was really short but lemme know what you think 3