A/N: For being so patient with me and sticking around, you guys get two stories today. (; Please enjoy! And please review, favorite, follow, anything! Let me know if there's anything you wanna hear, any prompts or anything. Thanks dearies. 3
Blaine snuggled his face even further into his pillow. He was sick with a cold, and he was feeling absolutely miserable; he had a headache, a hoarse cough, his throat was sore, and he knew he was close to losing his voice completely.
Katy Perry's E.T. was playing on his iPod right now, the music coming through his surround sound speakers. He had hoped that the music would distract him from the pain, but it wasn't working. He rolled onto his stomach, crossing his arms on top of his head, hoping that the pressure would help with the pain.
Unexpectedly, he felt the bed move. He groaned as he turned over, keeping his eyes shut the whole time. "Mom, can you please grab me a glass of water?"
"Already did, sweetie." Blaine reached out to grab said glass, when he realized, That's not Mom.
He slowly opened one eye to see Kurt sitting on the bed next to his legs, smiling sadly at the younger one. "How are you feeling?" Kurt asked.
"Awful," Blaine closed his eyes again. "I think I'm dying." He croaked out. "At the least, this is what it feels like."
Kurt set the glass of water down next to the bedside table and looked at Blaine. "Have you taken anything?"
Blaine nodded slightly, in hopes that it wouldn't make a difference in his headache. He was wrong. His head began to throb again, causing him to whimper.
Kurt turned swiftly changed the song to a slower-paced one, turned down the speakers, and gently climbed further onto the bed, "Alright, come here, let's try something."
Blaine slowly scooted next to Kurt, resting his head on his boyfriend's chest. Kurt began to rub Blaine's temples softly, knowing that the temples are where many bundles of nerves are. "Does that feel good?" He whispered.
"Mhmm," Blaine said, slightly smiling against Kurt's chest. He was warm, and the massage relieved so much pressure, and after a few minutes it's like he never had a headache to begin with. "I…" his voice got even quieter, due to him losing his voice, "love you…"
"Shhh," Kurt said sympathetically, "Don't say anything; you'll hurt your throat even more." He continued to massage Blaine's temples. "But, I love you more."
After half an hour, Kurt spoke up. "How is it?" When no response came, he opened his eyes and saw Blaine, mouth slightly ajar, softly and evenly breathing. Kurt could hear the cold, and could tell that it wasn't the easiest for Blaine to breathe. He slowly moved one of his hands from the younger one's temple to the bridge of his nose, and began to tenderly rub.
A moment later, Blaine snorted, and then Kurt could hear his airways clear up. He cringed at the thought of it, but ignored it. He soon fell asleep too, not caring about the possibility of himself getting sick, as long as Blaine was feeling better.