I woke up in a cold sweat, my head pounding, and the sudden urge to throw up. I quickly threw the covers off of me, and practically ran to the bathroom covering my mouth until I knelt in front of the toilet and emptied my stomach of last night's dinner.

When I was done I flushed the toilet and sat with my back against the bathtub, closing my eyes. I got up after a few minutes and rinsed my mouth and brushed my teeth. I looked to the clock and saw it was 6 AM. Soon it would be time to get ready for school or to text Blaine to tell him to spend the snow day with me again.

I walked out of the bedroom and went to my phone, seeing that I had one missed call.

"What is he doing up so early?" I wondered aloud. I hit the call back button and listened to two rings before a chipper voice sounded on the other end.

"Hey Kurt! It's another snow day. Roads still aren't clear, but clear enough for me. Mind if I come over?"

I coughed a little, my throat sore from sickness or recently throwing up I wasn't quite sure.

"Kurt? Are you alright?" Concern was rising in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just sick." I said, my voice hoarse and filled with congestion.

It was silent for a few minutes, as I sneezed, and coughed yet again. I grabbed for the box of tissues in my closet and grabbed a trash can, setting them by my bed.

"How sick?" He asked, again with more concern.

"It's just a cold I'm sure. I'm congested and I have a headache which is probably from hitting it on the nightstand. Really, I'm fine Blaine. I'm sure Finn wouldn't mind if you hung out with him. New Directions are probably going to plan-"

"Kurt, I'm coming over. I'll be there as soon as I can. I love you."

I was about to protest, but I knew it was no use. I gave in, snuggling back beneath the warm covers. "I love you too Blaine. See you when you get here."

With that I hung up and set it on the nightstand. I rolled on my side, curling up to keep myself warm underneath the covers. I closed my eyes and was about to go to sleep until there was a knock on my door.

"Hey dude, Glee club is planning… Kurt? Are you alright?" Finn asked as he came closer to my bed.

I looked up to my tall brother, nodding slightly before letting out a cough. Taking his skills he had learned from Carole, he placed a hand on my forehead.

"I'll be right back."

"Don't you dare get Dad or Carole, or I will personally hurt you."

My threat was not observed though, because a few minutes later, Carole came in carrying a thermometer.

"Hey, sweetie. Open up." She said as she sat on the side of my bed.

I complied, rolling onto my back and opening my mouth. After a few minutes she took the thermometer and gave a face.

"103. You are staying right here today. Get some rest; I'll bring you some toast."

Before she left I spoke softly. "Carole, can you bring me the bucket? I threw up this morning. And also Blaine's coming. Tell him to not to worry and to go to whatever Glee club is planning."

She nodded, closing the door behind her as she left. I closed my eyes and snuggled deep into the covers, finding myself in a deep, feverish sleep.

I felt the back of a hand graze softly over my forehead and down my cheek, waking me up. I opened my eyes slowly to see Blaine sitting on the side of my bed, giving me a small smile.

I was not pleased.

But before I could say anything, I immediately made a grab for the bowl that Carole must have brought up when I was asleep. I opened my mouth, but nothing but dry heaves came out. Sweat dripped off my forehead and I closed my eyes, trying to calm down. Blaine was rubbing soft circles on my back, placing a small kiss to my temple.

When I knew for sure that I was done, I set the bowl aside and looked to Blaine through blurry eyes.

"I told you not to come. I told Carole to not let you in." I said as he gently pushed me back against the pillows. He took my hand and brought it to his lips.

"Why didn't you tell me the truth?" He asked softly, setting our intertwined hands on his lap, rubbing his thumb over the top.

"I did tell you the truth-" I coughed. "-I'm sick… obviously." The last part I muttered under my breath.

He sighed. "But you didn't tell me the full truth, did you?" He gave me a look, and I knew he caught me.

"I didn't want to worry you. I'm fine really. I don't want you to get sick, so please, go do something fun." I gave him a smile, giving his hand a small squeeze with all of the energy I could get.

He laughed a little, shaking his head.

"You really don't get how much I care about you, do you?"

I eyed him carefully. "Of course I do. I just care about you as well… and me caring means that I don't want you getting sick." I went into a coughing fit.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a glorious yellow bag. He opened it and handed me one of the cough drops.

"You're- my- hero!" I said, trying to control my burning throat. I unwrapped the drop and put it in my mouth, sucking on it, hoping to get relief soon. I sat up and let my back rest against the wall.

"So, now that you're done yelling at me for caring so much…"

I swatted his arm weakly, and he smiled.

"Finn went bowling with Glee club, and your parents went to work. What do you want to do?"

I glared at him, hoping that I could frighten him enough to go home. It didn't work.

Fatigue came over me, and my eyelids dropped a little, trying to focus on the figure still sitting on my bed. My body started to shake from being cold.

He lifted the covers so I could scoot down so my head was once again against the pillows. I found it hard to keep my eyes open, and they watered when I tried. I gave in, closing my eyes. The last thing I remembered was the kiss that was placed softly on my forehead.

"Kurt? Kurt."

I was being shaken awake, a voice ever so sweet calling me back from my dreaming state. I opened my eyes slowly to see the angel standing above me, a hand on my forehead, and a thermometer in my mouth.

The angelic figure took the stick out of mouth. He mumbled something about it going up to 104. I knew from past experiences that if it went up even more I would have to go to the hospital. I groaned at the thought. His head whipped back to look at me, whatever concern that was in his eyes, now gone.

"Good, you're up. I made you soup. My mom's very own recipe." He said, taking a bowl and spoon from a tray, motioning for me to sit up. I did so slowly, my mind going everywhere but the present.

I took one look at the soup and I motioned for the bowl that sat behind him. He immediately grabbed for it and shoved it under my chin. Nothing came up except yellow bile. As I finished he walked to the bathroom to clean the bowl.

"Looks like that's a no for soup then." He said, walking back into the room with the bowl and a cup of water. He offered me the liquid drink and I took it with shaky hands. The coolness of the water went down my throat, soothing it. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, taking in the second of relief.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, sitting on my bed again.

"Like crap." I said, my voice low and hoarse. I laughed a bit at the change in my voice. "I guess I finally hit the last stage of puberty." We both shared a small laugh at the not- so- funny joke.

"Well, at least you are actually alert." He pulled out a bottle and opened it, shaking out two pills.

"This will get your fever down." He said handing me the two white tablets. I took them, swallowing the last of my water.

"Blaine? I'm so cold." I whined quietly. I lay back down, pulling the covers up under my chin. "Can you get me some more blankets?"

He got up, but instead of going to the door, he went to the other side of the bed and crawled in with me.

"Blaine, no. You'll get sick."

"If me getting sick means that I brought you warmth and comfort, then I'm ok with that." He said as he shifted towards me, my back against his chest.

He wrapped his arm around my stomach and put his other arm under my neck. I instantly felt warmer. I tried to get even closer to the warm body next to me as he put his lips to the back of my neck. A shiver went through my body, but it wasn't from the fever.

"Get some sleep, Kurt." He said, sounding sleepy himself.

And I did, wrapped in the arms of the one I loved.

I woke to a soft voice and a hand against my forehead, but I didn't bother to open my eyes.

"How is he doing?" A low voice asked.

"His fever was up to 104 a few hours ago. He hasn't had anything to eat. I tried soup, but the sight of it made him throw up. He's able to keep down the glass of water though, which is good. I can tell that he's not comfortable though." The voice that was still next me said.

"Alright. I'll be back to check on him again later." Footsteps against the floor became further away as he walked to the door.

"Mr. Hummel. I'm sorry that you found us like… this. I was just trying to help him get warm and comfortable."

"Blaine, I trust you. Just, no funny business alright?"

I felt his body shake and I knew he must have nodded. The door opened and closed once more and we were left alone. I let out a small noise, opening my eyes to the dark room.

"Kurt? Are you awake?"

"Mmmm."

"How are you feeling? Any better?"

"A little, I'm not as cold, and I don't feel as congested." I said, clearing my throat.

"I can tell. Your voice is already back to the normal angelic voice I love."

I laughed a little, licking my dry lips, and turning to face him. He brought his hand up and grazed my cheek. I let a small smile play on my lips.

"There's that beautiful smile. You look better too. You always look beautiful, but you're not as pale as earlier today."

I closed my eyes, continuing the smile.

"Thank you Blaine. For dealing with my stubbornness and helping me."

I opened my eyes and saw Blaine's piercing hazel ones staring at me lovingly.

"Anything for you, my dear prince."

I laughed at the new nick name. I looked to the clock and saw it was already 8 PM.

"Shouldn't you be getting home?" I asked, not wanting his warmth to leave.

He let out a sigh. "Yeah, I should. After yesterday…" He ran a hand through his hair. "I shouldn't be late again."

I bent my elbow on the pillow and propped my head on my hand.

"What happened yesterday?" I asked. He only shook his head quickly.

"Nothing did. My parents were mad, that's all." He looked down at the sheets between us. I knew it was a lie, but I would find out later. I didn't want to keep him longer.

He slowly got out of the covers, leaving a cold space beside me. I whimpered at the sudden loss. He sat on the edge of the bed, his back facing me as he laced up his shoes. I got up and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my hands lay on his chest. His hand came up to meet one of mine.

"I love you Blaine. What did I ever do to deserve you?" I said in his ear, before kissing him on the cheek.

He brought our joined hands up and kissed mine lightly. "I should be the one asking that question."

I let go as he stood up and turned around, kissing my forehead.

"I love you Kurt. I'll be back tomorrow."

With one last look at the door, he was gone.

I settled back into the covers, dreaming of cuddles and warmth.

Thank you to thunderincrimson for giving me the idea for this. :D i hope it was what you had in mind.

And for all of you wonderful readers, let me know what you want to read... I certainly can't do this without you all.