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David had watched Blaine closely over the course of the week.
It seemed that his night away from everything had helped some, but mostly just momentarily stopped his health from deteriorating.
So he and Wes had agreed that one of them should stay to make sure he wasn't doing anything too stupid. After all they knew him, and they had witnessed immensely stupid ideas that only Blaine could have.
He didn't mind though – Blaine was good company and he had always loved their movie nights that they used to spend together; just the two of them.
So, there they were. Sitting in their room, waiting for their pizza, when Blaine once again had a short coughing fit that sounded worse and worse every time.
David wordlessly handed him an extra blanket and some cough syrup, he had gotten for this occasion. Of course Blaine didn't know that, but thought it was some leftover from another Warbler that had been donated to Wes.
David thought about bringing up Blaine's health and stress situation again, but decided against it. He wouldn't accomplish anything by pressuring him and to be honest, he couldn't actually say that Blaine didn't take care of himself. Cause seriously – they were sitting around in their pajamas, doing nothing.
Instead he made sure to have medication, water, blankets and food available, so he could make Blaine believe that David wasn't acutely worried about him, but that he was just amazingly well prepared.
His grand taking-care-of –best –friend plan was shot during their second movie. They had decided on Half Nelson since David hadn't seen it yet and Blaine had made it clear that not only was the movie great, the lead actor was hot as well.
However, halfway through the film David's phone started to ring and his family asked him to come home so he could look after his younger siblings because his parents had to go and take care of his grandmother who had fallen of some ladder at her home.
There really was no way he would be able to get out of this and so he grudgingly had to leave Blaine by himself.
"Would you stop obsessing, please? I won't do anything stupid, trust me. I will stay in bed, drool over Ryan Gosling and finish that pizza that poor you will have to leave here. So go, take care of your family and I will see you on Sunday night."
"Alright…but… please Blaine – take care of yourself. Take the medication and drink water. There are a couple bottles of juice and some water in the closet. Use them."
"I will… but why do you have ridiculous amounts of liquids in our closet?" Blaine asked when he looked into the depth of their closet, to find at least 5 large bottles of beverages.
"Oh, no reason. Ok, I'm gonna go now. Keep me updated, will you?"
"Dude, just go! And yes, I will text you. Maybe I'll just comment the movie so you won't get too bored on your drive."
"Shut up" David laughed and waved to Blaine, while grabbing his overnight bag and leaving the room.
Blaine tried to stick to his word, but when a bunch of freshmen were standing in front of his door asking for help with those adorable puppy dog eyes, he just couldn't turn them down.
So instead of an early night in bed with another nice book, he spent his time in the choir room, trying to teach the kids what he knew about arranging music.
It was tiring work and his students were a bunch of nervous kids, hardly able to stay quiet for longer than ten minutes. Not only once did Blaine find him self longing for Wes' gavel.
He managed to ignore the signals his body sent him for the most part. Advil helped against his headache and even the sore throat. It didn't help with this ridiculous exhaustion or the chills he started to get later in the evening.
Blaine wasn't stupid, he knew what chills and sweating meant. And he didn't like it – not one bit. But there wasn't really a whole lot he could do about it. So he stumbled into his bed, took even more meds, finished a bottle of water and fell into a restless slumber.
Waking up on Saturday was not an easy task. The sun was too bright, the noise of people talking in the hallway too loud and the room resembled a freezer.
Blaine tried to ease himself into the land of the living slowly, but his plan backfired when he had to struggle into a sitting position quickly, so he wouldn't suffocate from a coughing fit.
His chest was on fire and he had trouble getting his breath back. He braced himself on his mattress, just trying to figure out what was going on. His head was swimming and his vision seemed just a bit off. With a shaking hand he took the closest bottle of juice and drank.
He almost spit it back out, when his throat refused to cooperate and burned with every drop of liquid. He slumped back against the wall with a miserable moan.
Blaine wasn't really surprised by the turn of events. He had felt the sickness coming in for quite a while, but hoped he would escape it until finals were over. And he almost made it too… most of his assignments were done and just needed to be proof read, before handing them in.
The warbler's arrangement ended up a bigger problem than he had predicted, but he had made progress.
However, for now he wouldn't be able to do anything but stay right here in the same position and just not move.
His head hit his pillow and he easily fell back asleep with hopes for a better condition when he would wake up again.
Blaine was woken up by his cell phone happily chirping away. He let his hand wander over to his nightstand without opening his eyes and answered it groggily.
"'ello?"
"Blaine? It's me, Kurt."
"Oh – hi Kurt!"
Blaine fully woke up with a start and sit up to give the other boy his full attention and hopefully sound at least semi awake.
"Hey. What have you been up to? Did you and David have a nice breakfast?"
Blaine was momentarily confused but then remembered the night before.
"Oh no… he had to leave last night for a family thing. I've just been hanging out by myself, working on the song and stuff."
He was happy to see that his voice was holding up ok. His throat hurt like hell, especially when he had to swallow but it seemed like Kurt didn't notice anything wrong with him.
"Well, that sounds kinda boring. You could have told me, you know. You didn't mention it in any of your texts. We could at least have had a Skype date."
after a moment of silence he added:
"But that doesn't matter anymore, because I will save you from your boredom. I wanted to ask if you want to accompany me to the great mall of Lima, Ohio. I want to look for costume ideas and I could need a fashionable advisor. So, what do you think?"
Blaine rubbed his throbbing forehead and had to stifle a moan. A day in the mall… that sounded exhausting.
And he couldn't really picture himself even getting out of bed.
On the other hand – it was Kurt. Kurt sounding very excited – excited to be spending time with him no less. And he openly had asked for help, something he usually never did.
Blaine loved spending time with him and this was no different. He just wished Kurt would have proposed a relaxed movie night in his dorm. He didn't have much time to decide, before his friend would get suspicious.
So he swallowed his gut feeling and answered:
"Sure. When do you want me to pick you up?"
And this is why Blaine found himself in his car about half an hour later, drugged up on any flu meds he could find, nursing a cup of tea and trying to stomach at least some of his cupcake.
He had piled up several layers of long sleeve shirts under a Dalton hoody and hoped Kurt wouldn't notice how bulky he looked.
His headache continued to dull into a light but continuous throb until he had made it onto the streets of Lima and Blaine was hopeful that the meds would carry him over the day so he could actually enjoy some time with Kurt.
He would have to suck it up. And only in the back of his mind, did he realize how often he appeared to tell himself so, and that maybe it was too late and what he needed was just some serious rest.
Well, screw that. Nothing I can do about it now, but hang out with Kurt and help him with his costume – be a good friend for a change.
Blaine turned off the car, unclenched his hands from the steering wheel and took a deep breath. He was feeling a bit better and the shaking had stopped. He made sure to pack some meds in his messenger bag and looked into the rear mirror once more before he decided he was ready to start the day.
Kurt's bright smile, when he opened the door, let Blaine forget all the aches he had just a few hours ago and consumed all his attention.
Right away Kurt started to chat away, eager to tell him all about his morning and about the plans for the day. Blaine realized just how much he liked the younger boy when he stared at his animated face and listened to his nervous giggle, when he told him about a great trailer he had seen with some hot boy.
Fortunately he was able to draw himself back into reality before Kurt could notice that he wasn't really there or following his rambling words and he was relieved when he found out, that Kurt's family was out shopping and visiting girlfriends.
Kurt collected his things around the house and checked his appearance again (which, of course, was absolutely flawless) before he made his way to Blaine and grasped his hand to leave.
"I'm really glad you had time to come with me, Blaine. I wasn't sure if I should suggest a makeover for you…. But now, with what you're wearing today… you're practically asking for it." Kurt grinned and walked over to the passenger site with a wink.
Wait - was he flirting? This was definitely flirting. Right?
Blaine tried to repress the oncoming blush and slid into his seat. This was going to be a very, very long day of controlling himself.