Thank heaven for frequent-flier miles.

Though it had been two weeks since his last trip, Kurt boarded the plane for his third flight to California in the last month. After much deliberation, Kurt decided on flying out to Los Angeles whenever he felt like it, for what was left of the summer. He simply couldn't resist seeing Blaine when he visited, and he refused to fly to California without spending time with his parents. Doubling-up on his trips allowed for more time with them all. Though Kurt saw both his parents and Blaine each time he went to California, he traded off who he spent the majority of each trip with. Through the two weeks apart, Blaine's enthusiasm never ceased, and only increased this past week since he knew Kurt was "his" for the coming weekend. A *BZZZZ* resonated in Kurt's pocket just as he sat in his window seat.

"Are you here yet?"

A squinty smile splashed upon Kurt's face. It felt absurdly lovely to be wanted, even if it was in that middle territory between friends and lovers.

"Blaine I'm sitting on the planenow. Don't get your panties in a knot just yet, or we won't be able to go on a walk together tonight. I'm much too delicate to carry you around the city in my arms ;)"

Just as the flight attendant announced that all electronics needed to be turned off, a reply came. "I dunno, I've seen your acrobatics- I think you could take me... Alright but if I die of old age before you get here, I expect you to attend my funeral ;)"

Kurt quickly shut off his phone as the stewardess made her way down the aisle to ensure passenger compliance. Two hands blindly searched through his messenger bag at his feet, eventually surfacing with Judy Garland's biography. He typically read an entire book per flight, which resulted in a whole bookshelf at home being newly devoted to those he'd taken to California this year. The quaint bookstore across the street from Kurt's apartment became an invaluable resource- as well as the shop owner, Linda. She was a master at her craft. With one look at Kurt on his first visit to her store, she knew exactly what books he would love. Tuesday mornings now consisted of wandering through the bookstore with Linda at his arm, perusing the new releases and old favorites she had picked out for Kurt the evenings before his weekly arrival.

Faster than he expected, the plane jerked as the wheels touched down at LAX. The nearly-devoured book was quickly replaced by his cell phone.

"Did you survive the wait? I just landed- See you in a bit."

A quick response left Kurt in stitches: "Barely- I just put in my retirement application. At least we'll get a senior discount at dinner tonight! :)"

Kurt tucked his phone away as he exited the plane and weaved through the airport, passing the obvious tourists and newcomers that weren't sure what was up from down in the massive building. The drop-off spot near the entrance was packed as usual. Intimidating policewomen directed heavy traffic, guided pedestrians, and threatened rushed travelers with parking tickets and car-tows if they left their vehicles unattended. The hustle was a welcome sensation, and Kurt couldn't help but smile as he walked out into the chaos of the comings and goings.

"Excuse me sir, I need some help."

Kurt's heart leapt at the familiar vibrato that found his ear.

That voice purred again, right next to him this time.

"You see, I've lost my heart, could you help me find it?"

Kurt spun around and launched into the open-wide arms that he'd long since memorized.

"Ah, there it is. You had it all along," Blaine smiled into his tone.

Kurt tucked his head into Blaine's neck, content to stand on the LAX sidewalk forever.

Gentle hands soothed his back and a whisper delighted his ear, "I feel like a puppy, running to meet you at the door, too anxious to wait any longer to see you when you get home."

A giggle wafted from Kurt. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Blaine," he breathed, the single word conveying his array of emotions. Those two strong arms steadily anchored Kurt's heart back into its harbor.

Once they were buckled into their seats, hands laced together across the console in Blaine's Prius. Ever since that first evening together at The Viper Room, their hands were inseparable. On walks, at concerts, in restaurants... when they window-shopped, and when they scoped out celebrity hang-outs, they continued to touch each other the way couples do. Kurt couldn't be happier with their back-and-forth of affection. Blaine softly led Kurt into rooms with his palm pressed into the small of Kurt's back. Kurt snuggled into Blaine's side in the car, on Blaine's couch, any place where they stood or sat still for more than five minutes. They didn't speak about further of what it meant; they simply enjoyed the comfort and sensation.

"I arranged with Carole to pick you up, so your car is safe at their home. What would you like to do today?" Blaine asked as he backed out of the parking space.

"Thank you Blaine." Kurt paused, and licked his lips while deep in thought. "Can we just go for a drive out of the city? See where the road leads us?"

With a smile that could melt the whole of Alaska, Blaine obliged, "Of course we can."

A moment of comfortable silence settled between them. Kurt reclined his seat and melted into the backrest. No matter how many times he flew, it always drained his energy. His eyelids were too heavy to carry any longer, so he let them slide closed. The hand holding Kurt's, delicately disentangled itself. Before he could feebly protest the loss, that big, soft hand pressed into the top of his thigh, kneading and caressing from knee to hip.

"I'm sorry doll, are you tired? You know we can just go home and sleep if you want?"

Kurt mutely shook his head, not bothering to open his eyes.

Blaine giggled, "Alright if you're sure. Before you sleep, can you open the glove box please? There's a map of Highway 101 in there..."

Kurt arched up out of his makeshift bed, and clicked open the drawer at his knees. He shuffled through the contents: CDs... car maintenance receipts... more CDs... gum... concert tickets... The boy sure loved his music.

"Found it. Can I look something up for you, since you're driving?" Kurt opened the map.

"Sure- I just need to know where Highway 101 intersects with where we are now, so I can switch over. It's been a while

since I've gone."

Kurt found the spot on the map, dug a pen out of the glove box, and circled it for Blaine. He set the map on the console for safe-keeping. More than ready to get a small nap, Kurt stretched and yawned at length like a feline, settled back into his seat with closed his eyes, and snuggled onto his left side. Blaine reached his right hand between Kurt's legs to resume idly massaging Kurt's left thigh. The comforting gesture soon sent him to a blissful sleep.

An immeasurable time later, Kurt was quietly lifted out of his rest by the most beautiful sound. An emotional, ethereal voice floated through the car. It was female, so it wasn't Blaine's. As Kurt became more aware of his surroundings, he noticed that Blaine's hand was still tenderly holding his thigh. His thumb was rubbing circles on his couture jeans.

Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine's wrist to get his attention, and asked through a tired haze, "What is that?"

A hint of amusement tickled Blaine's voice, "What's what, Hon?"

Kurt rubbed his eyes- "The sound- the voice-"

Blaine caught on. "I'm sorry the music woke you. It's Eva

Cassidy."

With sleep in his throat, Kurt comprehended with child-like wonder, "Her voice- it's... it's beautiful isn't it?"

Blaine's hand gently squeezed Kurt's thigh. "Yes, it is."

A new song began, which Kurt recognized as a cover of a very popular song from the early 1990s. The normally upbeat song had been turned into a moody, weighty ballad. When the chorus came around for the second time, a sniffle broke the silence of the car. Blaine looked to the passenger side and

saw a pink-nosed Kurt with tears brimming beneath his eyes.

"Kurt what's wrong? Do you need me to pull over?" Concern filled Blaine's voice.

Kurt looked down at their intertwined hands and took a short breath. "No, no- I'm sorry, nothing's wrong. It's just- her voice is so stunning. I don't know why it's making me cry. Maybe I'm just tired..." Kurt tried to wave away his emotions with his hand.

Blaine caught one of Kurt's tears with the pad of his thumb. "Don't be ashamed. Isn't that what music is all about, expressing emotion?"

Another thirty minutes of driving brought them to the Santa Barbara coast. Blaine pulled off the highway and parked in a small lot that faced the shoreline.

"This is gorgeous Blaine, but isn't the beach just as good off the coast of LA?"

They got out of their seats and locked the doors.

Blaine rounded the car to take Kurt's hand, and pulled him towards the sandy beach. "Sure, the beach is just as good, but they've got something here that's better." Blaine strategically pulled Kurt past a small sign describing the local business that was situated next to the parking lot.

"Whale-watching?" Kurt squeaked. "Blaine, are we going whale-watching?" Kurt bounced happily against the tether of Blaine's hand.

Blaine just smiled hugely. "I figure it's a big adventure that we get to have while relaxing on a boat. You were so tired, that I didn't want to do anything too strenuous."

Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine's neck. "Thank you. Thank you, Blaine. This is wonderful."

He held tightly to Kurt. "You're very welcome, Sweetheart. You deserve to be lavished upon."

Blaine bought two boarding passes and they leisurely walked down a very long dock. A quick look around the beach proved that they would be two of only 8 people taking the 4 o'clock trip. Most of Southern California was currently stuck in rush- hour traffic, for which Kurt was grateful. The expansive boat- okay it was a small ship- was clearly made to hold up to 100 people comfortably, so they knew whichever spot on the boat they chose, they would have it all to themselves. Blaine handed the passes to the Attendant at the foot of the dock, and let Kurt lead the way onto the main deck and straight to the back of the boat. Cushioned bench-seating wrapped around the top level, but Kurt had no desire to sit just yet. He held onto the railing and took a deep breath. The air was salty and fresh. The ocean was a chilly, rich blue. Sinking sunlight reflected off the waves in rich honey tones.

Blaine walked up behind Kurt and made himself comfortable, leaning his chest against Kurt's back and taking hold of the railing next to Kurt's grip. A moment later an announcement of departure, and which whales to look for, blared from the on-board speakers. The ship quickly set sail.

"You're not going to shout embarrassing movie quotes now, are you?" Kurt quipped.

With a snort, Blaine replied, "Only if you ask me to draw you with just a necklace on."

Kurt eyed Blaine up and down with a smirk, "Well I'd better keep my jewelry to myself then."

An easy smile was shared between them. A moment later, Blaine rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist.

The silence found on the ocean was unlike anything Kurt had before experienced. All he could hear was the dull roar of the ship, and the peaceful slap of ocean waves. He leaned his head back to rest on Blaine's shoulder, bliss and contentment taking over him. Time felt irrelevant, almost as if it didn't exist out here in the middle of nothing but ocean and wind.

A thumb rubbed his stomach to gather his attention, "Kurt, look up."

He raised his head just in time to see- "Blaine! Ohmygoodness! Which kind is that? It's so big."

Blaine answered through a smile, "That is a Humpback Whale."

"Do you know anything about them?" Kurt hoped.

"I know a bit. They're one of the largest species of whale. Each male has their own unique song that they sing. They only eat in the summer, and they migrate during the winter to warmer waters to mate and give birth. And they live approximately as long as we do- between fifty and one hundred years." Blaine recited from his memory of Marine Biology back in college.

Kurt was giddy, "This is just... marvelous. I've always wanted to see whales up-close."

A deep breath sounded in Kurt's ear, and then a slow exhale on the words, "Your wide-eyed enthusiasm is adorable and infectious." Blaine nipped Kurt's ear. "I love spending time with you."

Taken back by the sweet sentiment, Kurt removed his right hand from the rail and rested it on Blaine's conjoined ones. "I do too... love spending time with you."

Kurt lowered his head back to rest again on Blaine's shoulder.

The hand that had signaled on his stomach for Kurt's attentiveness, dipped lower, slipping just under the hem of Kurt's shirt. Thumb and fingertips eased over Kurt's hipbone, mapping and tracing with calming circular motions. "God, Kurt, your skin is so soft." Blaine pressed his lips onto the crook of Kurt's neck, his breath pressing warmly against Kurt's skin. Blaine brushed his hand further under Kurt's shirt, splaying his fingers and palm across Kurt's abdomen, discovering every crease and bump in muscle; the smooth curve of his waist, the dip of his lower back just above his low-rise jeans. Calloused fingertips drew shapes and swirls on his skin. The sensation was entirely new for Kurt, but by no means unwelcome.

"You must sleep in a bed of moisturizer every night." Blaine pondered in awe.

Kurt blushed and bit his lip, "It's surprising what a little lotion before bed can do. You should try it sometime."

A wink caught Kurt's eye, but his tone was sober, "I'll try anything once if you're dealing."

Kurt couldn't help locking into Blaine's eyes, and dropping his gaze to Blaine's lips. Kurt swallowed thickly.

"You spoil me so much; it'd be nice to take care of you for a change."

A reverent tone replied, "Really?"

Kurt nodded. "Really. How about the next time I visit, I come to your place and fill you in on my nightly regimen? I'll bring you your own set of skincare products and teach you how to use them?"

Blaine smiled, "Deal."

Blaine held Kurt a little tighter, and they returned their

attention to the sea.

The sun gradually set on the watery horizon. The ship pulled back into port.

Blaine stepped off the walkway and onto the dock, and held out his hand to assist Kurt's exit.

"Thank you so much Blaine! That was just... beyond words. All of the whales were more beautiful than I'd imagined in my mind."

Blaine held Kurt's waist as they returned to his car. "You're very welcome, Boo."

"I'm..." Kurt yawned, "sooo ready for bed."

"Early night for Mr. Hummel?" Blaine cocked his head to the side.

"Definite..." Kurt yawned again, "ly."

Blaine palmed wide, soft circles over Kurt's back, pressing between shoulder blades and across the curve at the waist of his jeans. "Let's go home. I'll pick up some dinner on the way back. Any preferences?"

Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder as they reached Blaine's car. "Nope. I'll eat anything at this point."

Blaine giggled, "Hungry enough to not have an opinion? I'd better get you fed." Blaine winked.

The drive back was nicely dark and quiet. Blaine held Kurt's hand the entire way, teasing and tracing lazy shapes on Kurt's palm.

The mexican take-out they bought halfway home was delicious. Blaine thoroughly enjoyed the adorable, approving sounds that hummed in Kurt's throat as he ate. All too soon for Kurt, they arrived back to Kurt's parked car, and Blaine's

ministrations on his hand ceased. With a shared "Goodnight" and a promise to get together in the morning, they hugged and went home to bed.

"Happy Saturday Blaine! Had a blast yesterday with you and the whales. When do you want to meet up?" Kurt texted at nine-thirty the next morning.

"Can't hang out today. Feeling icky."Blaine replied.

Kurt snorted at Blaine's suddenly childlike language. Going on instinct, Kurt flipped through his favorite contacts and dialed Blaine.

"Hewoh?" Blaine greeted, voice broken and thick with sleep and sick.

"Hi Blaine, you sound sick. Did you catch a cold?"

Blaine nodded, then remembered he was on a phone, "Yhes." "Give me forty minutes and I'll be over."

Blaine made a grunt of protest, "Noh I'll bee okay..." Blaine slurred, "Don't whant you sick thoo," but Kurt denied Blaine's attempt at turning him down.

Kurt took out his stern voice and confirmed, "Blaine, I'll see you within the hour." Blaine gave in and hung up.

"Hey momma C?" Kurt hollered from his upstairs bedroom.

"Yes Hon?" Carole called as she climbed the first tier of stairs.

"Blaine's caught a cold and from the sound of things, he has no one to take care of him. I'm gonna get some meds and soup at the store, and go help him out for a bit, if that's okay? I'm sorry to have to postpone our lunch date."

Carole appeared in his doorway with a knowing, kind smile. "Blaine's health is more important than having lunch with me. How about we have our date tomorrow instead if Blaine's

better by then?"

Gratitude etched Kurt's features. His shoulders drooped in relief. "Thank you Carole."

Carole stepped in the room and kissed Kurt's forehead. "Of course, K. Do you think Blaine needs more urgent care? I'd be happy to come with you and check his vitals and call in a prescription through the hospital if he needs one."

A hug burst from Kurt's heart through to his arms, and squeezed Carole, "You're the best. I think he's just got a regular cold, but if he sounds really awful, can I call you to come over?"

Carole smiled. "Sure Sweetie. Make sure you take vitamin C and Zinc before you go over- and don't forget to wash your hands before you eat. I don't want you both down for the count if we can help it."

With preventative pills swallowed along with a muffin and juice, Kurt offered one more "Thank you," to Carole and flew out the door. Kurt forgot to account for the insane LA traffic that was the human equivalent of trying to get around in a beehive. He fended off angry, rude, and stunt-double drivers on his way to the grocery store. Expertly weaving around old ladies and families doing their weekly shopping, Kurt stuffed the necessities into his basket and used the self checkout so he could get to Blaine as quickly as possible.

With a stressful drive behind him, Kurt knocked hurriedly on Blaine's door. He was anxious to see the damage and recuperate Blaine. The door clicked and slowly opened with a blanket-wrapped, swollen Blaine behind it.

"Oh, Blaine." Kurt cooed, heart full of concern for the curly- headed invalid.

In response, Blaine leaned tiredly against the door, eyes

drifting closed.

"B let's get you off your feet. Did you sleep at all last night?" Kurt stepped into the house and made his way to the kitchen.

Blaine closed the front door. He shook his head and cleared his throat.

"I figured as much. I'm sorry that you feel so terrible." Kurt set the grocery bags on the counter and set to emptying them out.

Aurora came tinkling down the long wooden hallway, her new collar's bell chiming in time to her footsteps.

She expectantly pawed at Kurt's pant leg. He reached down and scratched behind her ears. "Hello Aurora, I see you've gotten a beautiful collar. I'll greet you properly once Blaine is comfortable."

"Not happening," Blaine mumbled, defeated by his sickness.

"Not if I can help it," Kurt countered. "I brought tea, cough syrup, decongestant, ice packs, vitamin C, ingredients for chicken noodle soup, and a few other things to help you heal. You'll be good as new by the time I leave for New York."

"Don't leave me," Blaine muttered, opening his arms and wrapping around Kurt's waist in a blanketed hug. His rampant curls tickled Kurt's face as he nuzzled into Kurt's neck.

Kurt hugged him close and kissed his curls. "I'm not going anywhere today. Where would you like to rest?"

"Bed."

"Let's go upstairs. Do you need me to carry you?"

Blaine weakly smiled, his voice deep, scratched, and hoarse. "Itching to take me over the threshold, Hummel?" A slew of coughs erupted forcefully from his throat.

Kurt pressed Blaine into his side, assisting his ginger walk up the staircase. "Alright Dionysus, keep it in your pants until you're healthy enough to talk without coughing."

They reached the top of the stairs and slowly made their way to Blaine's room. When they arrived, Kurt took Blaine's blanket and he rolled back onto his bed, feet limply dangling off the side. Kurt lifted his legs and tucked Blaine beneath the covers. Blaine shivered.

"I'm going to get everything setup downstairs. Would you like some tea or food before I do?"

Blaine shook his head. Sweat began to break out on his face. Kurt raised a hand and laid it on Blaine's forehead. "Babe you're burning up. Where is your thermometer?"

A meager hand lifted from beneath the covers and pointed to the bathroom. Kurt walked into the adjoining bathroom and scoured the cabinets and drawers for the medicine shelf. "Yes!" Kurt celebrated under his breath when he found the blessed drawer. He returned to Blaine's side and removed the thermometer from its casing.

"Open up."

Blaine opened his mouth just enough. Kurt slipped the thermometer past his lips and held it under Blaine's tongue until it beeped.

"101.9 You're on fire sweetheart." Kurt rubbed his hand soothingly along the column of Blaine's thigh. "Would you like a cool towel, or an ice pack?"

Blaine nodded.

"Okay I'll be right back."

Kurt went downstairs and readied everything he'd brought. After a few minutes of calculated, strategic work, vegetables

and chicken were chopped and simmering in a large pot of stock, the extra ice packs were stored in the fridge, the tea box was set next to the waiting pot, and the medicines were measured out in proper proportions on a serving tray. Next to it sat a glass of water, and a bowl holding a cold compress and ice-filled water. A bit of bread lay next to the syrup, at the ready to chase the awful flavor of medicine off of Blaine's tongue. Kurt carried the tray upstairs, extremely careful not to spill the colorful medicine onto the spotless flooring. He laid the tray on the nightstand and sat next to Blaine's thigh.

"Okay Hon, I've got soup on the stove. It should be ready within the hour. Can you sit up a little for me?"

With visible effort, Blaine pushed his hands into the mattress and scooted up a little against his pile of pillows.

"That's it." Kurt encouraged.

Kurt lifted the pill to Blaine's lips. "Here's your decongestant."

Blaine took the pill, and Kurt's fingertips, in his mouth. The heat from his lips warmed Kurt's finger pads, and oh hell- the tip of his tongue gathered the pill into his mouth, shooting adrenaline and an exquisite inferno down Kurt's spine. Don't think about it Kurt- he's hurting right now- the last thing he needs is your selfish desire, He reprimanded himself harshly.

Kurt raised the glass of water to Blaine's lips and tipped the edge into his mouth. Blaine took a few large gulps.

"Good. Now the cough syrup, and you're done for another 4 hours."

Blaine parted his lips again for Kurt to pour the unpleasant liquid into his mouth. He wiped his mouth disdainfully afterwards, with a healthy "Yuck," to punctuate his displeasure.

"Have a bite of bread Blaine, to take the taste away." Kurt pressed the piece gently to Blaine's lips, and he gladly accepted.

"You can lay back down now if you'd like."

Blaine shuffled down into the comforter until only his face could be seen. His shivers returned and stayed, vibrating the bed.

"I'm s- so hot, but I f- feel cold," Blaine complained.

"It's because you have a fever." Kurt took the cold compress from the bowl and squeezed out the excess water. He turned back to Blaine and gave a kind warning, "The compress will feel too cold in contrast to your overheated skin, but I promise it will help."

Kurt brushed his left thumb over Blaine's forehead to move his curls out of the way, and signal the incoming compress. He tenderly laid the cool, wet towel onto Blaine's skin. A moan of relief wafted from between Blaine's lips. After a moment, Kurt lightly trailed the compress onto his cheeks, traced it over the shell of his ears, and draped it over his exposed neck. Kurt could see just above the duvet, that the collar of Blaine's t-shirt was damp and clinging to his collarbones. He would bet his last dollar that the duvet Blaine snuggled beneath, was guilty of holding in too much of Blaine's heat.

"May I take your shirt off so I can cool your torso?"

Blaine whispered, "Yes," with eyes still closed.

Little bits of sweat forced those beautiful eyelashes to stick together. If it hadn't been due to sickness, Kurt would think they looked striking that way.

Kurt set the compress back in the bowl and flipped the duvet off of Blaine and to the other side of the bed, and helped him

sit up. He lifted the sleeveless shirt from his waist while Blaine held his arms in the air. He patiently helped Blaine take each arm out of the arm holes, whispering when to bend his elbows, and manipulating the fabric to free his sluggish, tangled limbs from the form-fitting shirt. Poor thing was so childlike in his illness, so startlingly weak for having gotten sick just last night. The infection had hit him hard and Kurt was grateful for the ability and opportunity to take care of Blaine. It almost felt like a small repayment for all Blaine had done for him. How could someone so wonderful, have no one to care for him?

Kurt had completely forgotten about Blaine's nipple ring until Heaven help me- there it was, exposed in all its glory. Kurt only allowed himself a few seconds' glance at the unassuming jewelry tucked into Blaine's chest. It was a straight, fitted barbell with half of a heart on each side, pressed against the bud of his nipple. It was all at once sexy and adorable, and Kurt's hands twitched in their effort to not reach out and touch it. Seriously Kurt, now is not the time to count the ways you could play with his shook his head to stop his thoughts. Blaine, clueless to Kurt's inner battle, slumped back into the mattress and pillows once more. The taut skin of his chest was flushed an angry red with the overpowering heat that his immune system was generating. Kurt couldn't help but ache for him. It was just a cold, but that didn't make Kurt feel any less like he wanted to hold Blaine and care for him until he was well again.

Blaine's furrowed eyebrows relaxed as Kurt freshened the compress in the bowl, wrung the excess liquid, and positioned it flat and unfolded on Blaine's chest. Kurt was careful not to touch Blaine's piercing- he knew he'd end up playing with it in awe for the better part of an hour if given half a chance. A contented sigh broke the quiet.

"Better?"

Blaine nodded.

Kurt flipped the bottom half of the duvet to the side to expose the rest of Blaine's body- aiming for Blaine's feet. Kurt gathered Blaine's feet in his hands one at a time. Agile thumbs kneaded deeply into Blaine's left arch, easing the tension and strain that had built up from his illness. Relief and release ebbed and flowed up Blaine's body, slowly melting each muscle into the mattress as his feet loosened and his toes curled in rapture beneath Kurt's hands. Several minutes were spent softening each foot, taking time to unwind all of Blaine's anxiety. Eventually Kurt ran the cool washcloth from heel to toes. Once. Twice. Kurt switched to Blaine's right foot and repeated the ministration.

By now Blaine had visibly cooled. His skin was a light pink, faded from the fire-engine red. Kurt brought the compress to his forehead once more, and left it to seep the chill into his bones. Coming close to Blaine's face once again caused him to notice Blaine's dry, cracked lips. Not willing to let any part of Blaine go unaided, Kurt went downstairs and dug his little pot of lip balm out of his bag. Taking the stairs two at a time, he padded back into Blaine's room and sat on the edge. Fingers that were still cold from the compress, twisted the lid off and dipped a finger into the jar. Kurt glided his fingertip from crease to crease of Blaine's lips, bottom to top until all the lip balm was off of his finger. A hum rumbled from behind those parched lips as they rubbed the balm together. A hand shot up in slow motion from beneath the covers, stopping Kurt from bringing his arm back into himself. Red, dewy eyes opened beneath a curtain of lashes, focused on Kurt's outstretched fingertips. Blaine brought Kurt's freezing hand back to his lips, pulling Kurt's index and middle finger into his

mouth. His strong, thick tongue pressed Kurt's suddenly sensitive fingers up to the roof of his mouth, and sucked on them like a popsicle; tongue running over his finger pads, down past each knuckle to the hinge at his palm, and back up, in languid, sweeping motions.

"Blaine," Kurt barely squeaked out.

His eyes opened in response, catching Kurt's rattled eyes.

"I... can get you some popsicles at the store," Kurt swallowed, "to cool and hydrate your mouth, if you'd like."

Blaine minutely shook his head, fingers still set securely in his hot, wet mouth. Kurt watched, captivated and nervous as Blaine guided his fingers out of his mouth and dipped them into the compress bowl. A minute passed in silence with Kurt curiously waiting to see where Blaine's intentions were headed. Once the cold had firmly set into his fingers, Blaine removed Kurt's dripping hand from the bowl and replaced those two popsicle fingers back into his mouth, sliding them along his tongue as they passed through Blaine's lips.

Blaine eventually looked up and read Kurt's confused expression. He removed the fingers from his mouth and offered his logic, "You taste better than popsicles. And you won't drip and leave stains all over the bed."

Kurt's eyebrow quirked, trying very, very hard to hold in the joke that was ready to launch at the tip of his tongue.

A groggy, wicked smile spread across Blaine's face, catching on. His voice croaked out a gravelly, "Mmmm that's what she said."

Kurt couldn't stop his laugh, and replied, "There's a hint of the Blaine I know. There's hope for your survival."

Kurt reluctantly took his fingers back as the timer signaled

that the soup was cooked. Kurt returned to the kitchen sink and washed his hands of Blaine's germy saliva. He ladled a bowl of soup for himself and Blaine and carried them upstairs on the tray, along with mugs of tea with lemon and honey. When Blaine saw Kurt return with lunch, he moved to sit up.

"Uh-uh, you don't have to lift a finger." Kurt sat on the bed and set the tray back on the nightstand. He spooned a bite for Blaine. Bringing it to his lips, Kurt reassured, "I've got you."

Blaine let his jaw fall lax, and allowed Kurt to feed him unhurriedly, carefully. The hot soup soothed his raw throat and tasted delicious once he got past the tang of sick in his own mouth. Each spoonful inched Blaine towards more energy, giving fuel for his weak body to fight with. When Blaine dribbled a little down his chin, Kurt caught the trail with his finger. Blaine watched enraptured as the wet finger disappeared in Kurt's mouth and sucked it clean. Something changed in Blaine's eyes and without thinking, Blaine lifted his arm up, curled his hand behind Kurt's neck, and drew him down. Cinnamon-hot lips pressed chastely against an immaculate porcelain cheekbone. Three glorious seconds passed with his lips saying nothing and everything at once. Blaine pursed his lips once more against Kurt's cheek, before pushing Kurt's face back an inch. His fingers trailed down to Kurt's chin and held him in place.

"Thank you, so much, for being here; Taking care of me." Blaine's eyes searched Kurt's for acceptance of his show of gratitude. "I've never had anyone like you in my life- someone who cared so damn much."

Kurt's breath, though quiet, punched and dragged through his lungs, astonished and elated by Blaine's affectionate deed. Oxygen pumped like firecrackers through his veins,

heightening every sensation, every nerve in his body. It didn't go unnoticed by Blaine that Kurt was reeling. Blaine looked Kurt fiercely in the eye.

"I hope I wasn't too forward. Kissing your cheek seemed the most likely thing to fully prove my opinion on the subject of you caring so fully, unselfishly, for me."

Kurt's laugh caught in his throat, "My, you're suddenly very verbose for being incoherent just a few hours ago. Did I just trade in Mr. Anderson for Mr. Darcy?"

Blaine chuckled, "Nope, you've just got me."

Kurt feigned disappointment. "Shame."

Blaine gave Kurt a pout, and rubbed the back of his fingers along Kurt's jaw from chin to earlobe. "Well, as far as feeling healthier, I know this fabulous guy who makes the most delicious soup..."

Kurt cocked an eyebrow, "Oh you do?"

Blaine smiled, his voice tiredly enthusiastic, "Yes, and it must be made of miracles because I feel much better after eating it."

Kurt splayed his hand on Blaine's chest, gauging the surface temperature. "I'm glad that it's helped. How is your fever?"

Blaine shuffled back down horizontally on the bed, leaving the duvet off of his upper half. "Cooler."

"Anything else I can do for now?" Kurt inquired.

Blaine scooted into the middle of the mattress and patted the empty space in front of him.

Kurt smiled and blushed, slipping his shoes and jacket off. He discarded them on the floor and sat on the bed. He shifted close to Blaine, careful not to rock the bed too much. An

errant goose feather caught in Blaine's hair when he'd moved, and Kurt got an idea. He motioned for Blaine to lay on his back. He freed the feather from Blaine's wild curls and brought it down within Blaine's view.

"Close your eyes."

Blaine did as he was told, and Kurt took a deep, steadying breath. With just a drop of hesitation, he touched Blaine's forehead with the tip of the feather. He drifted it down and around his apple cheekbones, and along the bridge of his nose. Blaine's chest rose higher, and fell farther in full, slow breaths. Kurt ghosted the feather over his closed eyelids, the arch of his eyebrows, and around to circle the outer curve of his ears.

"That feels remarkable, and so tranquil," Blaine whispered, eyes still blissfully shut.

"Good." Kurt's voice smiled.

Kurt let his hand take it's own path, lazily trailing down Blaine's neck, making note of each freckle and mole, swirling at the dip between his collarbones. He drew feathered patterns in equal measure on the left and right side of Blaine's torso, giving measured attention to both clavicles, floating down his chest, and tracing each abdominal muscle on Blaine's exhales. The feather twirled lightly inside Blaine's adorable innie belly button, and Blaine couldn't stifle his giggle.

"That tickles!" Blaine exclaimed.

"Excellent. My attempts at distracting you from how sick you feel, is working."

They settled back into an easy silence. Kurt's feather travelled back up Blaine's torso and wandered it's way down Blaine's right arm, following raised veins, and dotting each freckle.

When he reached the palm of Blaine's hand, the tickled fingers flexed and caught the feather.

"I love the feather. But could you use your hands instead?" Blaine asked meekly, gauging Kurt's reaction.

Kurt blinked, surprised, but more than willing. "Sure," he replied, but nerves crept in. He knew it was silly, but there was a big difference between calming someone with a feather, and a full hand. It took the intimacy and emotion of the shared experience to a whole new level.

Blaine sensed his hesitation, and gently took Kurt's hand in his. "Whether you touch my hand, my face, or any other part of me, you're touching my heart- so there's no need to feel that touching this," Blaine pressed Kurt's open palm into his upper abs, "is any different than holding my hand- except for the level of trust I've placed in you." Blaine paused, wondering if he should continue- and decided for it.

"Kurt look at me."

Kurt raised his eyes to Blaine's.

"If anything, you should feel even better about this," pressing Kurt's hand into his torso for emphasis. "You're the first I've allowed to be this close to me- physically and emotionally."

"Even old boyfriends?" Kurt gaped.

"Even old boyfriends."

Blaine's illness had long since been forgotten by the two of them. Kurt nodded, touched by Blaine's trust, and wanted to make the most of his openness. Blaine released his hand, but held onto his gaze as Kurt skimmed his palm back and forth across Blaine's stomach. Fingertips followed the skinny trail of dark hairs from bellybutton to low-set pajama waistband. After a few turns back and forth from button to PJs, he ran

his hand from hip to hip, noting how adorably Blaine's happy trail mussed up beneath his palm. Blaine's skin was impossibly smooth for someone who took no thought to moisturizing. Kurt loved the feeling of Blaine's muscles expanding and contracting just below the skin between his hips. Somehow he felt connections forming and strengthening between himself and Blaine, through his touch.

Kurt discovered that the fullness of his hips as they eased back to the top of Blaine's tush, was entirely too tempting, and Kurt fought to not nibble that adorable span of skin. He let his finger ring the edges of his navel, and dip inside. His thumb brushed over the button, noting with particular interest, how small and exactly circular it was. Blaine's eyes fell closed and he hummed out his enjoyment. Kurt delicately followed the paths with the pads of his fingers that the feather had taken, mapping out his abdominal muscles, his chest, and rolling over the dips and curves of his clavicles. He rested his hand on Blaine's chest for a moment, fascinated with the rise and fall of Blaine's breathing. His heart was loud and firm in Kurt's ears, his breath even and calm.

Though Kurt's hand left nearly no bit of exposed skin untouched, he steered away from Blaine's nipple ring, unsure of Blaine's opinion on the matter. He should have known better .

"You don't have to avoid my piercing," Blaine encouraged softly. "It's as much a part of my body as my navel and my hands."

Kurt bit his lip.

Blaine's index finger tipped Kurt's chin up. "Don't bite your lip to stifle whatever you're thinking. Do as you please, Baby Doll."

Kurt smiled widely at Blaine's gentle, heartened expression. Even sick, Blaine couldn't suppress that innocent flirtation he'd come so quickly to love. Then Kurt understood like lightning flashing, illuminating a dark room: Blaine wanted Kurt's touch as much as Kurt wanted to give it.

Emboldened by comprehension, Kurt bit his lip a little harder as he inched his fingertips to the one spot he'd forbidden himself to get lost in. Blaine hissed in pleasure at the contact, lungs seizing at full capacity as Kurt's fingertips reached and circled his nipple ring.

"Breathe, Blaine."

Blaine forcibly exhaled at his command, eyes boring through Kurt, full of an unrecognizable emotion. Kurt took Blaine's right hand in his left, and stroked his thumb along Blaine's fingers.

"I just want to make you feel good, and forget about your cold for a while." He laid his head on Blaine's chest, settling down flush against Blaine's side. Kurt studied his expressions, completely mesmerized as he idly circled Blaine's areola with the pad of his middle finger. The tiny bumps on Blaine's skin compressed and tugged beneath the gentle rub of Kurt's fingertip.

"When did you get it done?" Kurt wondered aloud.

"Two years ag- go." Blaine's breath hitched at the tail end of his reply, the awareness and sensation of Kurt's fingers moving over the bud of his nipple overwhelmed, and enthralled him.

"And you've never let anyone touch it, in all that time?"

"Yes. Until now." Blaine willed Kurt to lock eyes with his own. "What made you decide to let me?" Kurt lightly furrowed his

brow.

"When I said I wanted to know you backwards and forwards, and you for me, Imeant that; intellectually, spiritually, physically." Blaine paused. "I... I want to be close to you."

"You haveme," Kurt promised.

Blaine replied with a sweet, relaxed smile.

Kurt grinned, "So, I can keep this up, then?" Kurt emphasized his words with a delicate, easy twist of the heart-shaped barbell.

"Mmm please?" Blaine nearly begged, legs writhing from the delicious sensation.

"Okay."

Kurt never stopped touching Blaine until he fell into peaceful sleep. He took the opportunity to stand and stretch his stiff muscles. Quietly gathering the dishes, Kurt tip-toed downstairs and put them in the dishwasher as quietly as he could. Four hours had passed since he'd first arrived, so he doled out the next dose of medicine for Blaine to take when he awoke. Aurora twinkled up behind Kurt and purred, hoping for attention.

"Hi Princess, I'm sorry you've been ignored today. C'mere so I can give you some love before your daddy wakes up."

Kurt gathered Aurora into his arms and brought her upstairs along with the medicine. Kurt set the meds onto the nightstand and sat on the chaise across from the bed with Aurora. She snuggled onto his chest in a tiny little ball. Her purr rumbled through his chest and lungs. "I wish I could take you home with me," Kurt mused. "You'd be such a lovely companion on my quiet nights at home."

Blaine slept longer than Kurt expected, so he watched a

movie without really seeing, waiting for him to stir. Around six o'clock, a confused, "Kurt?" rang out from Blaine's bedroom.

"Coming," He called back, and set Aurora on the couch.

Blaine looked rested, and seemed to have some strength back in his muscles. Kurt handed him the medicine and glass of water .

"How do you feel?"

Blaine thought, "Gross, but better. I feel like I slept too hard."

"Would you like a bubble bath? I can run one for you," Kurt offered.

Blaine gave the biggest smile Kurt had seen from him all day. "That sounds soooo good. Yes please?"

Kurt patted his leg and stood up, "One bath coming up."

He left Blaine to fully wake up, and ran the faucet in the tub. Once it was hot enough, Kurt plugged the tub and closed the bathroom door to hold in the steam. A search in the bathroom cabinets proved that Blaine was eternally a child. "Mr. Bubble" Bubble bath. Really, Blaine? Kurt shook his head and mentally giggled. He left the bathroom and trotted downstairs. He dug through his bag on the kitchen counter, found his Philosophy brand sugar and spice bubble bath, and ran back up the stairs and to the bathroom. Twisting off the cap and pouring a generous portion beneath the stream of steaming water, Kurt pat himself on the back for his over- preparedness. You never know when you'll need a luxurious bubble bath.

Once the tub was full and the bubbles were mountainous, Kurt called Blaine into the bathroom. Blaine padded in and thanked Kurt for his help.

"If you need anything, I'll be right outside." Kurt reassured as

he closed the bathroom door.

Kurt tried so hard not to listen as Blaine's feet squeaked and rubbed against the bottom of the tub when he got in... the vocal exhale as he sank into the bubbles... and the splash of water with every move he made. Kurt decided to grab his phone and see if he could beat his score on Angry Birds. Or check his emails. Or anything to take his mind away from the beautiful boy on the other side of that door that he cherished. That was currently naked. In a tub. Full of his bubbles.

"Kurt?" Blaine called from within the bathroom.

Kurt jumped, startled, and walked to the door. He leaned his ear near the doorframe. "Yes, Blaine?"

"Would you read to me?"

Kurt puzzled out loud, "Through the door?"

Blaine laughed stridently, his voice returning to him. "No Silly, in here."

"Okay," Kurt agreed, and decided on the book of poetry that he'd read to Blaine a few weeks before.

Kurt fetched it from the bookshelf and knocked on the bathroom door. "I'm coming in. Make sure you're decent."

Blaine leaned his head towards the door as Kurt entered.

Discarded PJ pants and boxers strewn on the floor, nearly drove Kurt to distraction. "Um. Where would you like me?"

Blaine smirked and patted the frothy bubbles that covered him, "Right here, Gorgeous."

Kurt's jaw dropped.

"Aw, no witty comebacks to put me in my place?" Blaine faked a pout. "How about you sit on the lip of the tub then? It's wide enough to hold you- though I'd much rather do the

cradling."

Kurt regained a measure of composure and eyed Blaine, "Mmm remember that box from Tiffany's I mentioned?" He looked around the room, "I don't see it anywhere."

They both laughed, and Kurt sat on the edge of the tub opposite of Blaine.

"Joking aside, I'm relieved that you seem to be feeling so much better. You had me worried there for a bit. I hope you don't mind hearing more poetry."

Blaine shook his head, "Not at all."

Kurt sifted through the pages to find a good piece to begin with.

Blaine cleared his throat. "Would you read the one you shared the first bit of?"

"Sure." Kurt flipped to the index again and found the poem. "It's such a shame that the Author is unknown. I would give up my McQueen collection for a book of their works."

Blaine's eyebrows nearly reached his hairline. "You love it that much?"

Kurt smiled as he found the right page. "Yes. This was the first piece I ever memorized."

Kurt began.

He read works by Shakespeare, Whitman, Maya Angelou, Dickenson, and Frost; all the while Blaine rested his head on the lip of the tub and watched Kurt read. He noticed the way Kurt furrowed his brows... the delicate, precise way his lips moved to form words... the way his voice would lilt and sway in his tone changed to accommodate the mood of each poem... so different from his own overenthusiastic speech patterns.

"You're truly beautiful, you know that?" Blaine interrupted Kurt's reading.

Kurt blinked and looked up from the poem. "What?" Disbelief in his tone.

"You're a beautiful person."

"Th- Thank you, Blaine."

Blaine continued, "You're so kind, and giving of yourself. You didn't hesitate to come over and be my own personal nurse, when there are a thousand other things in LA to do that are much more fun. Thank you, for pampering me."

Blaine's hand surfaced above the bubbles, outstretched. Kurt took his soapy hand.

"Anytime."

A few scratches and meows against the closed bathroom door alerted them both to the one they'd left out.

Kurt opened the door and let Aurora in, "Hi baby did you miss your daddy? He's right here."

Aurora walked over to the tub and howled at him in a tiny voice. She pawed at the tub, confused as to why he was in there. Blaine reached a hand down to her in comfort.

"I'm right here Darlin."

She licked the bubbles off of his fingers.

"There's no way those taste good," Blaine laughed.

"That's why she's eating them, and not you. You've got much better taste." Kurt smiled down at Aurora from his perch on the edge of the tub.

Blaine arched an eyebrow, licked his lips, and looked Kurt up and down like he was dessert, "Heck yeah, I do."

Kurt whacked Blaine's bubbly, exposed arm with the poetry book, "Geez one would think you could keep your head out of your pants for more than a minute," he spat.

Blaine pushed the envelope to it's breaking point, "I think you'll change your tune once your head is in my pants."

"Ohmygod Blaine!" Kurt shrieked, hand over his eyes, "I'll never get that image of our joined hips out of my mind now."

Blaine just smiled and squeezed Kurt's thigh with his now dry hand, "Maybe that's a good thing- remind you what you have to look forward to."

Kurt sighed, though he not-so-secretly loved their banter, "You're insufferable."

Blaine took his hand, "And you're delectable."

"Alright Lord Byron," Kurt quipped, "I'm leaving you to getting out of the tub yourself. See you in a minute."

Kurt closed the bathroom door behind him, leaving Aurora with Blaine.

A few moments later, Blaine exited the bathroom with a only towel around his waist. He looked around the room for Kurt.

"Don't even think about making another innuendo. Get some pants on, Pretty Boy."

"So you do think I'm hot?" Blaine smirked and rubbed his hand down his deliciously flexed abs.

Kurt raised his nose in the air, baiting Blaine, "I won't dignify that remark with an answer."

Blaine giggled, his eyes more alive than they'd been all day. He disappeared into the closet and returned with PJ pants on.

"If you don't have underwear on, I swear I will spear you with your own dinner fork."

Blaine turned right around and went back into the closet, shoulders stooped in disappointment at being caught.

"Hahaha! I KNEW it!" Kurt celebrated his correct call.

"I thought people only had to come out of the closet once, but I guess you're an exception," Kurt snickered.

Blaine tossed a pillow at Kurt, "Hey! I resemble- I mean- resent that remark!"

Kurt couldn't stop his laughter, falling off the chaise and quite literally rolling on the floor. The combined stress, revelations, and intimacy of the day snowballed and finally rolled off of his shoulders in waves of relief.

Blaine walked out of the bedroom and into the entertainment room.

"Where are you going?" Kurt asked.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Blaine called from the other room.

"Sure," Kurt agreed, bringing the tray of dinner with him.

"Thank you again, for cooking," Blaine pulled Kurt into his side when he sat on the couch.

"You're welcome. What are we watching?"

Blaine grabbed his bowl off of the tray and tucked his legs

cross-legged on the couch. "The Patriot. Have you seen it?" Kurt nodded, "It's the one with Draco Malfoy's dad, right?" "Yes! Jason Isaacs is incredible in this one."

The opening credits began and the boys watched closely, captured by the intense, emotional, bloody story. They ate in silence as the main character fought to preserve his family amidst the war. Kurt snuggled further into Blaine's side as the movie increased in violence and sadness.

"Lay down, Boo."

Kurt laid his head on Blaine's thighs. "I forgot how hard it is to watch everything fall apart."

"It will be okay in the end. It always is."

Blaine ran his fingers through Kurt's hair; traced his hairline, scratched his nails from forehead to nape of the neck, and massaged his scalp.

"You have a way with comfort. You're so good at calming me down when I have little bouts of stress or anxiety. It's always just little things, but you take the time to validate and soothe me."

Blaine massaged Kurt's ear with his finger and thumb, "I'm happy to."

They watched the rest of the movie, and Kurt made it through without crying, for the first time.

Kurt checked his watch, "Whoa, how is it eleven o'clock already?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "I guess I better get going so you can rest-"

Blaine wrapped his hand on Kurt's thigh. "Stay." Kurt looked into those needy eyes.

"Please. Stay."

Kurt's resolve crumbled against those hopeful eyes. "I'll stay as long as you need."

The corner of Blaine's lips lifted, "Forever, then?"

Kurt laughed, "If you keep up with those puppy eyes, then 'forever' may just happen someday." Kurt took Blaine's hand. "Relax. Like I said earlier, you have me."

Kurt sent a text to Carole alerting her that he was staying

with Blaine for the night.

They walked hand in hand to Blaine's bedroom. Blaine led him to the bathroom and pulled out two toothbrushes, giving one to Kurt. "This is yours. I bought it after you accidentally fell asleep on my couch. I hoped it wouldn't be the last time you did."

"Aww you're so mushy!" Kurt squeezed Blaine's waist and took the toothbrush. Blaine doled out the toothpaste and together they brushed their teeth.

Once their teeth were fresh and clean, Blaine retrieved Aurora from tangling around their feet and playing with their wiggling toes. Kurt let Blaine and Aurora settle into their usual spot before he joined them beneath the covers. Blaine pulled Kurt tightly into his side, tucking the covers up to his chin for him. Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's back as Kurt settled half on-top of Blaine, and Aurora nestled into Blaine's chest right in front of Kurt's face.

"She doesn't joke around with cuddling, does she?" Kurt noted.

"She's honed her skills from studying cuddling pros." Blaine squeezed Kurt's side for emphasis.

They both settled into the dark, comforting silence. Kurt listened in rapt stillness against Blaine's warm, bare chest, relaxing into the mattress as Blaine's eyes drifted closed, and his breathing ever so slowly evened out.

Aurora purred in her sleep.

Kurt knew that somehow, in whatever way Blaine would let him, he would keep Blaine in his life for as long as he could.