Author's Note:Okay, this is really awkwardly written and just urgh no. But I've had it written for a week now. It's really short because I was writing it on a drive to my grandparents, and I had to keep taking breaks ever five minute to keep from pulling a Blaine if you catch my drift. So, try to enjoy, even though ew. It's bad.

If you had known Kurt his whole life, this would be a no brainer.

But Blaine, only dating Kurt for three months was absolutely clueless as to why his boyfriend was being so cold and, well, curt with him today.

He should be happy! They were in a bus on the way to perform a few states away at a carnival. Kurt was even one of the dance leads, and a head vocalist along Rachel.

"Oh god. He thinks I'm mad at him!", thought Kurt while staring out the dirty bus window. In reality, Kurt was keeping his sentences short because he was afraid if his mouth was open too long, more than words would come out.

"Kurt. I'm not kidding. Tell me what's wrong!", Blaine said in a hushed whisper. He looked around quickly to make sure no one was noticing the tension.

Kurt sighed and knew he could keep up the facade no longer. "I'm sorry I've been so quiet...it's just..."

"Just what? Spit it out Kurt!"

Kurt swallowed and continued. "I kinda get really carsick. Ever since I was little I'm in a car for longer than half an hour I get really nauseous. And it's worse in buses."

No longer hiding his pain, Kurt groaned slightly and clutched his aching stomach. Blaine immediately felt bad for questioning Kurt. They had been on the bus for over an hour and a half, poor Kurt must be absolutely miserable.

"Why didn't you tell me you felt sick? We're dating Kurt, I wanna help you feel better. Here, lay your head on me."

Blaine took off his sweatshirt and laid it on his shoulder like a pillow. Kurt kissed him on the cheek and smiled slightly before laying his head down on his boyfriend and closing his eyes. He did feel better, now that he was no longer staring out the window at the trees whipping past at a dizzying speed.

Blaine stroked the top of his head and whispered "Get some sleep, babe. Theres only about 5 or 6 hours left."

Kurt really did feel better for a while. But then the bus started down a windy road and it felt like his stomach stayed two towns back. The world was spinning much too fast behind his closed eyes, his stomach was cramping, and the smell of gasoline was giving him a splitting headache.

He moaned softly and lifted his head. Blaine, who had dozed off, opened his eyes and murmured "What's wrong? Everything okay?"

Kurt, too afraid to open his mouth just shook his head. His hand jumped to his mouth and his eyes grew wide as he started to take large but unsteady breaths.

Blaine realized what this meant, and dumped his shoes and sweater that was in a plastic bag on the floor. He handed it to Kurt just in time, who was trying to suppress gags to no avail. Kurt was just staring at the plastic bad with extreme distaste, and obviously doing everything in his power not to vomit in front of his relatively new boyfriend. Blaine grabbed his wrist softly and whispered "Just let it out, Kurt. You'll feel so much better, I promise."

Kurt was breathing deep and trying with all his might not to be sick. However the bus made a sharp turn and that was too much for his nauseous let out a low groan and gave up trying. He stuck his face in the bag and started to throw up. Blaine immediately took on the role of caring boyfriend, rubbing Kurt in the small of his back, and whispering probably nonsensical nothings into his ear. "It's okay Kurt, you're okay, hey it's fine, just let it out, everything's okay"

When Kurt was finally done he let out a pitiful moan and a tear fell from the side of his eye. Kurt tied the bag and gingerly brought it to the back row where no one was sitting. They would throw away the mess at the hotel.

As he sank down next to Kurt he whispered "You feeling any better?" To his surprise, he did a small nod. "Yeah, a little bit actually. Thanks for being so cool, I know that was probably totally gross."

"Oh hush," tutted Blaine. "You would have done the same for me. You can't help it you get carsick."

Kurt smiled and laid his head against the window, exhausted. Kurt dug into his back pack and pulled out a water bottle and pack of gum, which he handed to a very grateful Kurt. He drank a few small sips of water, and shoved a stick of gum in his mouth.

Blaine scooted over and hugged his still slightly nauseous boyfriend, laying his head on his neck. They both soon fell asleep, with no more incidents on the way there. The way back, however, was a different story.

Author's Note:Ta-da! All done! Seriously,leave a prompt in the reviews. Say Kurt or Blaine and what injure/illness/ailment you wish to impose upon them! Byeee :)