Hi everyone! Just wanted to say another thank you for all the reviews, follows, and favorites! They seriously mean so much and they always make me smile! :))
So, the lovely klaineisendgame11 promoted "can you do something like kurt gets sick in new York and ends up in the
the hospital and burt and carole and blaine come to see him nd they get back together then" And I loved the idea! Just tweaked it a bit. Hope that's okay! :]
On another note, I had my math exam today and I don't think I failed, which is extremely amazing and rare ;)
Okay, well here is #4! Enjoy! :D
"Blaine, you shouldn't be here."
Kurt's voice was hoarse and quiet, and he looked sick in general. The bags under his eyes were dark and he was paler than usual. His hair was a mess, and he had a tissue tightly in his fist. A blanket was sprawled across his shoulders, but he still had a heavy, wool sweater and sweat pants on.
Blaine's heart shattered into a million tiny pieces, each one screaming at him to go and take Kurt in his arms and make all his misery go away.
But he didn't. He stayed firmly in the doorway, struggling to keep a straight face. He knew Kurt started to cry or come close to it when he saw his puppy-dog eyes, so he tried not to let that happen either.
"Kurt." Blaine said gently, placing a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "You have the flu. You were in the hospital. You need someone right now."
"My dad and Carole came. Rachel's here. And Satin. Santana. Santana. Her name is Santana." Kurt mumbled, wiping his nose with a tissue. He shut his eyes for just a second, opening them quickly.
"Kurt." Blaine said again, putting an arm tightly around Kurt's waist, helping him to the couch. "Santana's at work. Rachel has night classes. Your dad and Carole left three days ago. Please let me take care of you."
Kurt nodded, forcing a smile on his lips. He rested his head on the cushion on the cushion of the arm rest, tucking his knees into his chest. Blaine spread the blanket over him as Kurt shivered. He sat down next to Kurt, rubbing circles into Kurt's back soothingly. "I brought some things." Blaine whispered, opening a bag and taking out three containers.
Kurt rolled onto his back, his hands resting on his chest. He smiled at Blaine weakly, "What'd you bring?"
Blaine took the lid off one of the containers, "Chocolate velvet cake. Your favorite." He gave Kurt a gentle half-smile.
"Aw." Kurt croaked, "Thank you. But, I'm sick. I don't think cake is the best thing for me right now."
"I knew you were going to say that." Blaine said with a matter-of-factly tone, "So I also brought chocolate-covered strawberries for you."
Kurt exhaled, stifling a giggle. "Thank you, Blaine. That's really sweet."
Blaine looked at Kurt expectantly, "No 'that's also unhealthy.' or 'that's too much chocolate for a flu victim.'? Because, I kind of already planned for that."
Kurt rolled his eyes playfully, covering his mouth to cough. "That's also unhealthy, Blaine." He murmured, his eyelids growing heavy. "Too much chocolate for a poor, little flu victim."
A small smile toyed with Blaine's lips. "Oh. Well, I also brought you fruit salad, Kurt."
"Thank you." Kurt repeated, clutching his blanket with his fingers. Blaine reached into the bag again, pulling out four discs that made both he and Kurt grin.
"Moulin Rouge, Rent, and Sound of Music. Also all your favorites." Blaine told Kurt, very proud of himself.
"What's that other one?" Kurt wondered curiously.
"Oh." Blaine shrugged, putting it on the coffee table and pushing it away. "That's for me."
Kurt crossed his arms loosely over his chest, sneezing as he did so, "Blaine." He whined. "Tell me."
Blaine sighed, clicking his tongue on the bridge of his mouth. "It's Katy Perry: Part of Me."
Kurt couldn't help but laugh, even if it sounded like a dying horse and hurt his stomach. "Put it in."
"Really?"
"Yes, really." Kurt sniffled. "I wanna watch this movie with you."
Blaine nodded, grinning at Kurt. He put in the movie and turned off the lights, sitting back on the couch. He felt Kurt's feet on his lap, and he smiled. 'Baby steps.' he thought to himself.
"Hey." Blaine said quietly, "Remember the first time I sang Teenage Dream at Dalton?"
When Kurt didn't respond, Blaine looked over and found Kurt sound asleep. He couldn't help but stare- he was so serene, peaceful, his breathing perfectly even. Blaine stood on his feet and made his way over to Kurt. He tucked one arm under Kurt's knees and another under Kurt's neck and lifted him into his embrace, quite effortlessly, actually.
Blaine held Kurt tight to him, trying to absorb the feeling of Kurt's skin against his. He wanted Kurt close like this all the time, not just right now. Maybe he could hold him through the night, and then put him back in the morning before he wakes up.
But then Blaine remembered. He was here for Kurt, not himself. So, despite what he wanted, he placed Kurt gently in his bed. He tucked him in, stroking Kurt's cheek tenderly with his fingertips. He leaned down, pressing his lips to Kurt's forehead. And he just...stayed like that. He didn't want to move. And that was that. He just wanted to stay with Kurt, like this, forever.
He thought about laying down with him for a long, long time. He wanted to, more than anything. But if Kurt woke up and didn't like seeing Blaine next to him, he couldn't and wouldn't risk that.
He grabbed a pen and a paper off Kurt's nightstand and scribbled down a note, "I wanted to cuddle with you and make you feel better, but I didn't know if that would be okay with you, so I'm on the couch if you need anything."
He sighed and laid on the couch, watching the movie for a little while before going to sleep, sneaking one last glance at Kurt before drifting off.
•••
Blaine's eyes blinked open at the wretched sound of vomiting coming from the bathroom. He heard Rachel and Santana groan from their rooms, but he ignored them and pushed open the door to Kurt, hunched over the toilet, shaking.
Blaine rushed over to him, wincing at the sight of him in so much pain. "Oh, Kurt." He cooed, taking a seat beside him. Kurt rested against the wall, leaning his head back. He moaned, clutching his stomach.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's back, pressing Kurt's chest firmly into his. "You'll be okay." He whispered soothingly into Kurt's ear. Kurt rested his cheek tenderly on Blaine's shoulder for a short moment before standing up. Blaine helped him to his bed again, Kurt wrapping his arms gently around Blaine's waist as they walked.
Kurt laid in his bed once again, coughing loudly, "Thank you." He breathed, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Thank you so much."
Kurt turned over, towards the note, and he read it, smiling to himself. He looked up at Blaine for a few all too short moments, and forced himself out of the bed and I into the kitchen.
Blaine looked at him, confused. "Kurt? What are you doing?" He asked, following him out of his bedroom. Kurt grabbed a box from the counter, ignoring Blaine's question. He headed back to his bed, plopping lazily into it once he was in arm's reach. He took out a surgical mask, like the kind dentists wear, and put it on, looping it around his ears.
Kurt spread out his arms, "Can you come and cuddle with me, Blainey?" Kurt asked in a small voice. He waited patiently, still holding out his arms.
Blaine chucked, lying in the bed with Kurt. "I don't care if I get sick, Kurt." He murmured, taking the mask off gently. He threw it off the side of the bed and Kurt groaned.
"But I do." Kurt mumbled, reaching for the mask. "I don't want you to feel like this."
"Kurt." Blaine tried.
Kurt spread his arm out to try and get the mask.
"Kurt."
"Kurt."
"Kurt."
Kurt still tried to get that damn mask so his germs would be less likely to spread to Blaine. Finally, Blaine pulled him into his arms, resting comfortably above him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Kurt's. It was so soft, so gentle, and tender...yet perfect. Kurt reached his hand up and rested it on Blaine's cheek, pulling his face closer to his. He quickly pulled away though, covering his mouth with his fingers.
"Kurt." Blaine whispered, kissing his jawline. "I love you. And I don't care how sick you are. Okay?" Blaine kissed his chin, and then looked to Kurt.
"Okay." He whispered.
Blaine leaned down, kissing Kurt once more. Their lips moved perfectly in sync with each other, slowly and steadily. Blaine pulled away, staring at Kurt for just a second before pecking him sweetly on the lips once more. Blaine let Kurt rest his head on his chest, and he stroked his hair.
Kurt adjusted himself so that he was nestled contently on Blaine's shoulder, nuzzling into the warm skin of Blaine's neck. "I love you too." He whispered before both he and Blaine fell off into a deep, peaceful sleep, entangled in each other's grasp.
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