Author's Note: I hope you like this fic even half as much as I love writing it. Because I feel really stupid going all squee over my own fic, lol. The 2nd half of the fic is mostly a texting conversation, just to let you know, & the 1st half has a song in it. Well, really a mash-up. You'll see ;)
Also, Harry Potter references are not because of Darren, as awesome as AVPM is, they're because of me. I'm not assuming Blaine loves HP 'cause Darren does, I'm putting in HP references because I love HP.
-SQ
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, there wouldn't really be much of a point in my writing fanfiction, now would there?
Chapter Four: Visitors
Miss Clark was just taking the thermometer out of Kurt's mouth when Blaine stuck his head around the doorframe.
"What is it?" he asked.
"101. 8," said Miss Clark.
Blaine gave Kurt a sympathetic look.
"This is really getting old," the younger boy rasped.
"Shhh," said Blaine. "Don't talk. Just shake or nod your head. Are you feeling up to visitors?"
"By visitors do you mean just you, or the entire Warbler population?"
"Closer to the latter," Blaine admitted. "And I told you not to talk."
Kurt's laugh turned into a cough. Blaine was beside his bed in a heartbeat.
"I'll tell them all to go away."
"No, let them in," whispered Kurt.
Blaine smoothed Kurt's hair back from his forehead.
"But you don't feel well. I don't want to—"
"Blaine, of course I don't feel well. I'm sick. I have 101.8 degree fever, my extremities are freezing, and my throat hurts like a bitch. I feel like crap. But the Warblers are bound to be more interesting than sitting in here all day staring at the wall."
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt.
"Oh, Kurt… You're sure up to it? Because they'll understand if you're not."
Kurt opened his mouth to reply, but Blaine laid a finger across the other boy's lips, so he just nodded instead.
Blaine fluffed Kurt's pillows and laid a hand over his friend's.
"You're amazing, you know that?"
Kurt blushed and shook his head.
"Yes, yes, yes," said Blaine teasingly. He glanced at the door. Then back at Kurt. "You're sure—?"
"Yes, Blaine."
"Alright, alright!" He turned back toward the door. "You can come in, guys!"
Ten of the fifteen remaining Warblers burst through the door, bearing messenger bags and lunch trays, and scatting to a tune that Kurt knew was familiar, but he couldn't quite place.
Then Blaine stood up and began to sing.
"The sun'll come out tomorrow,
"No…you can't be serious…"
bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun"
"Please tell me you're not serious…"
Wes stepped up beside Blaine and took the next line
"Just thinkin' about tomorrow
clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow till there's none."
Kurt slapped a hand over his face. "Oh my god, you are serious!"
The Warblers just grinned as David took the next solo line
"When I'm stuck with a day that's gray and lonely
I just stick out my chin and grin and say…
Oh…"
Here the boys came together to form an arc around the room, Blaine once more stepping to the foreground. They held their hands out to their sides, spun around once, and then began doing what looked suspiciously like a Charleston.
"I'm walkin' on sunshine, whoa-oh
I'm walkin' on sunshine, whoa-oh
I'm walkin' on sunshine, whoa-oh
And don't it feel good?"
The Warblers were now dancing all around the room, grinning like fools. Kurt couldn't decide whether to clap insanely or hid under his covers.
"Tomorrow
(I'm walkin' on sunshine)
Tomorrow
(I'm walkin' on sunshine)
I love ya,
(I'm walkin' on sunshine)
Tomorrow
(All right, now)
You're always a day away!
And don't it feel good!"
Kurt laughed and clapped until his hands hurt, shaking his head.
"You guys are insane, absolutely and completely insane."
"We just thought you might want some company," said Jeff, smiling.
"It cheered you up, didn't it?" said Wes.
"Which was the entire point," said David. "So I guess it worked."
"The others would be here," added Thad, "but they've got club meetings or study groups."
"Or lunch detention," said Ethan with a smirk.
They all settled themselves around the room with their lunches, Blaine reclaiming his spot beside Kurt on the bed. Wes and David took up the remaining space on the bed while the rest of the boys dragged in chairs to sit on or simply stood. Casual chatter and laughter began to fill the space, and Kurt was content to let it wash over him, tucked cozily into the crook of Blaine's arm.
Then the door to the nurse's office main opened and a hush spread over the group like a ripple over a pond.
"What in the world are you all doing here?"
"Um…eating lunch?" said Thad.
Miss Clark raised an eyebrow, very, very slowly.
"This is a sickroom, not a playground," she scolded. "Blaine, I cannot believe you allowed this to happen."
"I just thought Kurt might like some—"
"What Kurt needs is rest. And what this school needs is for its entire show choir not to come down with the flu." She looked at them all severely. "Out!"
The Warblers meekly gathered up their things and trooped out of the room.
"As they passed Miss Clark, Wes whispered to David, "Who is she, Madam Pomfrey?"
"Do I look like Madam Pomfrey, Mr. Montgomery?" asked Miss Clark.
Wes looked at her and swallowed, shaking his head. He had to admit that she didn't.
After she had shut the door behind the last errant Warbler Miss Clark turned back to Kurt.
"I'm sorry about that, hon. I know they mean well, but sometimes a heavy hand is the only way to—"
"Shhh," said Blaine. He pointed at Kurt.
Miss Clark looked.
The brunette was curled up on his side, head resting on Blaine's thigh, face buried in the front of the older boy's blazer. He was snoring gently.
"Really?" said Miss Clark incredulously. "With all that ruckus? I've been trying to get him to sleep all morning."
Blaine smiled a smile that was half tender, half smirk, and gently eased his friend's head off his lap.
"I do have good ideas occasionally."
Miss Clark shook her head.
"You boys…"
*****AM*****
When Kurt next came to consciousness night had fallen outside. His room appeared to be empty of any additional occupants, but a piece of paper lay folded on his bedside table
Kurt,
I came by after Warbers practice but you were still sleeping, and if I don't finish that paper for English tomorrow Mr. Cooper is going to skin me alive. Text me when you wake up, okay?
XOXO
-Blaine
Kurt's heart flipped over at the second to last line. It was innocent enough, he was sure, but it invoked a myriad of emotions inside his chest. Feeling like a complete and utter fool, he hugged the note to himself before pulling out his phone and typing out a text to Blaine.
Hey, I'm awake. I got your note.
The reply came back less than a minute later.
Hey! How are you feeling? Did you sleep well? You completely conked out at lunch.
Yeah, I did actually. And sorry about that.
No worries! It was cute. I hated to move you.
Kurt was glad Blaine couldn't see his blush.
Move me?
Yeah, you fell asleep using my lap as a pillow :)
Now Kurt was really glad that Blaine couldn't see him.
Oh God, I'm sorry…
No, really, it's fine. First my arm, then my leg, falling asleep on my body parts is becoming a habit for you ;)
Before a mortified Kurt could think of an appropriate response to this another text came from Blaine.
Relax! I can just see you hyperventilating right now. Take a deep breath and at least pretend to laugh at my abysmal attempt at a joke *puppy dog eyes*
Kurt giggled and texted back.
You know me too well.
Naturally.
By falling asleep you missed Miss Clark going all Madame Pomfrey on us.
All 'Madam Pomfrey'?
You know, from Harry Potter: 'Out, out! This boy needs rest!' lol
Kurt laughed.
Ah, too bad I missed it. Would have been entertaining. I take it you didn't ask her permission to bring them in here? *raised eyebrow*
Well…not exactly…
*eye roll* Typical Blaine Anderson. Such a delinquent.
Aww, you know you love me.
Kurt's heart did another flip in his chest, but he forced himself to reply casually
I should be made a martyr for being your friend.
:P
Do you want me to come over there?
Don't you have a paper to write?
Umm…
Do your work, Blaine.
But I don't want to *pouty face*
And I don't want to be sick, but here I am.
Touché. But that's why you should let me come over. I'll make you feel better. I could sing for youagain.
Homework, Blaine. Remember Mr. Cooper not killing you?
*sigh* Yes, mother.
*eye roll* Besides, if you came over here then I'd talk to you, and you keep telling me not to talk.
Ugh, I suppose you're right. As usual.
*smirk* Hey, my phone's about to die so I'm going to put it on the charger while I eat something, 'cause I'm starving. And then I think I'll read for a while. See you tomorrow. Work on your paper.
Hahaha. Go eat some dinner.
I will. Finish your work.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. 'Night Kurt. Feel better. Sweet dreams.
Thanks, I'll try. 'Night Blaine.
Kurt's fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before adding '3' and pressing 'send'.
Back in his dorm room Blaine looked at the text and smiled so sappily that his roommate asked him if everything was alright. A question he had to repeat three times before he got an answer.
AN: Awwwwww. The roommate comes back into the story in a bit. & he gets a name.
-SQ