This fic also has a sequel, but I felt that they worked better in seperate chapters. Its sequel, Down with the Sickness, is in the next chapter.
Kurt felt like shit.
His throat was sore, he felt like he was going to cough up a lung, and he hadn't been able to breathe through his nose for two days. The fever didn't help when his room always felt slightly warm either; now it was unbearably hot even without the covers pulled up to his
The only upside to his being sick was Blaine coming to stay with him in his dorm after class. He would teach Kurt the material that was being taught in class and help him with his make up work before going to fetch both of them dinner from the cafeteria (and Kurt was so glad that Blaine had the chefs wrapped around his little finger because he was getting the best chicken noodle soup of his life).
Blaine wouldn't even eat in one of the great halls, but he would come back to eat with Kurt on his bed and tell him everything that was happening outside of the small, sparsely decorated room.
Kurt appreciated Blaine's attention, but it definitely wasn't helping him to get over his massive crush on the boy. It wasn't like he could help himself when Blaine was being so chivalrous and touching him all the time "to see if his fever broke."
Kurt was fairly sure that Blaine was about ready to switch dorm rooms to make sure Kurt didn't die in his sleep.
A knock on the door brought Kurt out of his miserable reverie right as Blaine's head stuck through the crack between the heavy wooden door and the white walls.
"Hey, how're you doing?"
"Terrible. I feel like shit." But you make it a little better.
"I'm sorry." Blaine was at Kurt's side in an instant. "Is there anything that I can do?"
"More soup? And some Motrin?"
"Sure. I'll go to the nurse right now, and I'm sure Lydia already has a whole batch of soup for you downstairs."
"You're on a first name basis with the cooks?"
"Hush. I'll be right back."
Blaine hadn't taken that long, but he wasn't with Kurt long enough to prevent him from falling asleep again. The boy looked adorable as he slept, but Blaine knew that the younger boy was anything but comfortable going by the noises that were emenating from his chest. He didn't know how someone could sleep hearing that sound, let alone making it.
"Hey, Kurt, wake up. C'mon..."
The boy stirred and coughed, blearily opening his eyes.
"What...? How long was I asleep?"
"Couldn't have been more than a few minutes; I just left ten minutes ago."
"Really?" Kurt shoved himself up the bed and rubbed his eyes. Blaine thought that it was adorable.
"Yeah. I have your medicine, and Lydia's hot chicken noodle soup."
"Thank you." Kurt took the tablets and swallowed them - painfully - before scarfing down the soup.
Blaine ate his own meal quietly, sneaking looks at the boy next to him occaisionally. The silence was slightly uncomfortable, but bearable.
"Thank you again, Blaine. You really didn't have to do any of this, you know."
"Of course I did. Couldn't leave you here all alone to fend for yourself."
"That's sweet of you, but you can go now," or I might jump you, for the love of Gaga. "I'll be fine. I don't need anyone to look after me, and I'll probably just fall asleep again anyway."
"Well, I'll stay here until you do."
"Fine, suit yourself." Kurt flipped over and tried to relax his body enough so Blaine would leave so he could get some actual sleep. He evened out his breathing for effect after a little while, but he couldn't keep the disgusting sound coming from his chest from escaping.
Apparently he was quite the actor, because soon Kurt could feel the bed shift as Blaine got up to leave. Before he heard the older boy's feet hit the floor however, he felt something brush across his forehead.
"Good night, Kurt. Sleep well."
It was only after Blaine left that Kurt realized that Blaine had kissed him. If Blaine hadn't left as soon as he did, he surely would have known that Kurt was awake from the deep flush that definitely wasn't from the fever.
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