Kurt arrives at school the next day dressed in a tight, white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons undone, a grey pinstriped waistcoat and form fitting grey slacks. His perfect outfit is completed with loafers and a small bird broach. He feels almost apprehensive about his choice in clothes (not because he looks anything less than fabulous, he is Kurt Hummel, nothing less than perfection will do) but because he picked this outfit based on advice from Noah 'puck' Puckerman.
His slight apprehension fades into concern when he is faced with his pale and drawn looking boyfriend.
"Hey, are you sure you should be here?" After a cursory look around, Kurt punctuates his statement with a soothing caress to Blaine's cardigan clad lower back.
Blaine straightens from where he was using the bottom shelf of his locker to brace himself and subtly leans into the gesture, turning to look at his boyfriend head on, and consequently exposing the dark circles under his eyes. Kurt inhales sharply, eyes darting across the face in front of him, taking in every detail and sign of fatigue and pain.
"I'm fine Kurt. I've had worse, you know I have." Blaine's voice is soft and intimate as his eyes skate over the boy in front of him. "You look good." He pauses to lick his lips while obviously checking Kurt out. "Really good. You know I love your complicated outfits, but I have to say, you do understated very well."
Kurt allows himself a moment to preen under the compliment (and reluctantly adding a mental note to call Noah 'Puck' at least once next week) before a wince from Blaine brings him back to the present.
"Are you sure you're ok? Maybe you should go home." Kurt chews a little on his lower lip in worry before remembering chapped is not a good look.
Blaine rolls his eyes slightly before replying in an insistent tone. "I'm fine Kurt. Although I am willing to admit that I'll feel a lot better when we're curled up together tomorrow night." His smile is soft and warm and Kurt's.
Kurt winces at what he's planning on telling Blaine feeling unbelievably guilty. Blaine tilts his head touching Kurt's elbow lightly, thumb slightly rubbing at the skin on display, softly asking 'what's wrong?' Kurt coughs slightly before sliding the hand that started on Blaine's back but is now more on his hip (and has that been there all the time? Why had he not noticed that?) into his pocket, shrugging his shoulder up to meet his jaw as he speaks. "I don't think I can make Friday now." Blaine's face falls slightly, his hand dropping from Kurt's elbow before he turns back to his locker, sorting through his books. "Oh? Why not?" His voice is tight and controlled, a sure sign he's upset.
"My dad and Carole are leaving later than they thought, so we're having Friday night dinner together, we haven't done it in ages and I don't know what time we're going to be done. I promise I'll come over the second we're done."
Blaine lets his head drop before he turns sheepishly back to face Kurt voice vulnerable when he starts to talk. "So you still want to come and spend the weekend with me? Even though I'll be basically curled up in bed the whole time?"
Kurt smiles and pokes Blaine lightly in the shoulder "Curling up in bed with you is my favorite thing to do silly." Blaine scrunches up his face adorably swaying with the poke. "Even if you're the little spoon?" Kurt exhales dramatically "Even if I'm the little spoon" Blaine's smile widens exponentially "Only for you though." The bell chooses that moment to ring and Blaine strokes his fingers feather light and quickly over the back of Kurt's hand and is gone with one last soft smile. Kurt blows his cheeks out before spinning on his heel and heading to home Ec.
As he heads to Glee at the end of the day, slight spring in his step because it's the only time in the school day on Thursday besides first thing in the morning that they get to spend time together, his phone buzzes in his pocket. He fishes it out; smiling when he sees it's from Blaine.
Hey :) i started feeling really bad so I've gone home. probably wont be in tomorrow. love you xxx
Kurt frowns slightly as he enters the choir room and sits down in the back row before replying.
:( hope you feel better soon, I'm going to miss you. See you at some point tomorrow evening, if you're still up for it? Love you too xxx
The reply is almost instantaneous
as if i could turn down being the little spoon! now pay attention to mr schue xxx
Kurt rolls his eyes before pocketing his phone and looking up to find Puckerman twisted around, staring at him from the seat directly in front of him, eyebrows raised in expectation. Kurt crosses his legs looking at the front of the room where Mr. Schue has just entered, before saying flatly "Pay attention Puck."
He allows himself an indulgent smile when Puck does a surprisingly discreet fist pump before offering his fist for Kurt with a wide smile. Kurt rolls his eyes but softly taps his own fist against the other boy's while explaining to Mr. Schue why Blaine's not there.
A/n: I'm so very sorry that this took so long to do, i couldn't seem to get the start of this chapter out (everything sounded wrong and i'm still not as pleased as i could be with this) and without the start of it nothing else would come out, so i sat down today for an hour and just re-read what i'd written until something came out :) also, so sorry that it's so short and there is still none of the promised smut, that will defiantly be in the next one, which will also be the last chapter, and shouldn't take as long i promise
thank you to everyone who favourited, put me on alert and reviewed. and anyone who read this at all really.