Prompt: Blaine finally moves to New York and Kurt has big plans for them, but things don't go as planned when Blaine gets sick.
The day that Blaine finally moved to New York was such an amazing, but tiring day. Blaine had so many boxes that they needed to move in, but after a few hours they finally got it done. Now Kurt, Blaine, Santana, and Rachel were all sitting in their living room resting.
"I can't believe how many boxes you have gel head." santana moaned. "I think my arms are going to fall off."
"Sorry." Blaine murmured while he tried really hard not to fall asleep. As each second ticked by Blaine's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. He started to nod off and his head slowly drooped onto Kurt's shoulder.
"You better get him to bed." Rachel said quiet. "I'm exhausted myself. I'm going to bed." She said as she got up from the chair and walked into her bedroom and closed the curtain.
"Me too. Night Hummel, Night Gel head." Santana said before disappearing. Kurt nodded and shifted his body so he could wake Blaine up. He ran his hand gently down Blaine's face.
"Blaine, sweetheart, wake up." Kurt whispered. "I can't carry you into the bedroom." Blaine stirred and slowly woke up and looked blankly up at Kurt. "Come on honey, let's go to bed." Kurt said sweetly. Blaine looked at him blankly almost confused at the thought of where he would sleep. Kurt helped him up and put both of his hands on Blaine's shoulders and directed him towards the bedroom. Blaine was wearing a pair of comfortable sweatpants so Kurt just helped him into bed. He settled in immediately and fell back asleep. Kurt did his moisturizing routine and then changed into his pajamas and settled into bed in his fiance's arms. He was so excited for the whole day of sightseeing that he had planned for tomorrow, but night he was content just to lay in his fiance's arms.
The next morning, Kurt woke up first. He went out and made breakfast for all four of them. Slowly, the inhabitants of the loft filtered into the kitchen. Rachel and Santana were first.
"Can we eat now?" Santana moaned. "I'm starving."
"Just wait one second." Kurt said. "I'm going to go and wake up Blaine." Kurt said.
"I'm up." Blaine said in a nasally voice as he walked into the kitchen. He looked awful. He was clearly congested and his nose was bright red. His face was coated with a sheen of sweat. Kurt walked swiftly over to his fiance and placed his hand on his forehead. He was burning up. Blaine turned away from Kurt and coughed deep hacking coughs into his elbow.
"Okay, I guess that our sightseeing will have to wait until tomorrow." Kurt said.
"No, Kurt, I'm fine." Blaine argued. "I just need a little bit of medicine. Then, I'll be ready to go."
"Usually when someone needs to take medicine in the first place, it means that they are not okay." Kurt told him. "Why don't you go and get back into bed? I'll come in and give you a drink and some medicine." Blaine sighed and nodded miserably. He lumbered back into Kurt's room and flopped down on the bed.
"Aw I feel so bad for him. He just got here and he's already sick." Rachel said sympathetically.
"If I know my fiance like I think I do, he probably overworked himself and now that he's calmed down, his immune system is finally fighting back." Kurt said as he grabbed a bottle of gatorade from the fridge and a bottle of aspirin from the cabinet and walked into their room. Blaine was underneath the covers shivering from the fever clearly plaguing his body. "You really don't feel good, do you?" Kurt asked. Blaine shook his head as his teeth chattered.
"I-I'm sorry I ruined our plans." Blaine said shakily.
"No, honey. Don't worry about it. We'll have plenty of time to go sightseeing. The statue of liberty isn't going anywhere." Kurt said. "Let's just focus on getting you better." Blaine smiled and then broke off into a harsh coughing fit that left him dry heaving and out of breath. "You okay?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded and Kurt sat down onto the bed. He pulled Blaine's head onto his lap and played with his dark brown curls until Blaine was asleep. This wasn't how he had planned to spend the day, but it had worked out. Blaine was all he needed to be happy.