If there was one thing Kurt Hummel was passionate about (besides his crush on Blaine of course), it was his complexion. So, when Kurt woke up Monday morning covered head to toe in itchy, red chicken pox it's easy to say he was stressed.
Monday and Tuesday passed in a haze of an intense desire to scratch overshadowed by his inner voice yelling "No scratching, Kurt! Do you want to be permanently scarred for life?"
By Wednesday, Kurt was going out of his mind, either from his fever or simply from going stir crazy. He was immensely happy when he checked his phone and saw a text, excited for human contact. He was even more tickled when he realized the text was from Blaine!
Blaine: hey kurt! heard you have chicken pox. sucks...im gonna come by and drop off your homework assignments, is losing her mind that youre missing her calc lessons
Kurt let out a gasp. Blaine sent that text fifteen minutes ago! He was set to arrive any second. Kurt rushed to the mirror as fast as possible in his sickly daze. His reflection showed purple under eye circles highlighted by his pale skin, chicken pox slathered with pink calamine lotion, uncombed bed head, and a tattered, soup stained sweatshirt.
Just as Kurt was absorbing his reflection and panic was setting in, the doorbell rang. Left with no choice, Kurt grimaced and shyly opened his door to Blaine's smiling face.
"Hey, Kurt!", said Blaine cheerfully. "How're you feeling? I hate to make things worse on you by bringing assignments, but I know you wouldn't want to fall behind."
As Blaine flashed Kurt a kind smile, Kurt stared dumbstruck. How could Blaine not be shielding his eyes and fleeing?
"Uhh...hey Kurt, you okay there? Did someone take a little too much NyQuil?" Blaine chuckled as Kurt quickly snapped his mouth shut and fixed his face into a pout.
"I look horrible, Blaine. I'm so embarrassed! I swear, I usually put more effort into my outfits and hair."
Blaine outright guffawed. He gathered himself and smiled, answering "Trust me, I know. I've seen the way you layer." He dissolved into snickers, leaving Kurt with a small smirk.
Kurt then reached up to scratch a particularly itchy spot, letting out a huge groan when he realized what he was doing. "UGHHH, I keep doing that! I know damn well I'll cause irreparable scarring, and here I am, acting like a huge idiot standing he-"
Blain cut Kurt off by grabbing his arm and pulling him to the couch. "You, my friend, need to ease up and relax. Okay honestly, how are you feeling?"
Kurt sighed, taking a moment to assess his symptoms. "Well, I have a fever, but I took some Tylenol. And the antibiotics I'm on make me a little nauseous. And I'm itchy as hell and I can't do anything about it!"
Blaine made a comforting tutting sound, pulling Kurt to rest on his chest, which Kurt thought must have given him actual heart palpitations.
While rubbing a hand down Kurt's back, Blaine said "Well, I'm no doctor, but I know what will help. Let's watch Chicago, I know it's your favorite sick movie."
Kurt grinned and blushed, flattered Blaine would remember such a trivial detail. They spent the rest of the afternoon together on the couch, belting out raucous showtunes. Maybe there were worse things than chicken pox after all.
