With the summer drawing to an end, Kurt and Blaine were trying to spend as much time together as they could, while still trying to keep their relationship a secret. It was proving to be pretty hard, but they were getting through it. Whenever the kids would go to a friend's house, they'd take that opportunity to be with one another. Unfortunately that time had been shortened this week because a cold had been circling around the house. Both Jordyn and the boys had it, but got over it relatively quickly. Now, Maggie had it and was absolutely miserable. Blaine had taken care of her all night and was absolutely exhausted. Maggie had finally settled down around five o'clock in the morning, so Blaine took that opportunity to go and get a cup of coffee.

"Hey," Kurt said when he came into the kitchen.

"Hi.' Blaine replied with a yawn as he picked up his mug.

"When did she finally settle down?" Kurt asked.

"About a half an hour ago." Blaine replied.

"I would have come to help you, but she only wants you." Kurt said. "Why don't you go and get some sleep?"

"No I'm fine." Blaine told him taking another sip of coffee.

"You look really tired Blaine, and kind of pale." Kurt replied. "Are you sure you're feeling alright? Before Blaine could answer he sneezed loudly into his elbow. "I'll take that as a no." Kurt walked forward and placed his hand onto Blaine's forehead. "You don't feel feverish, but I think you caught the cold going around the house."

"A-achoo!" Blaine sneezed. "I'm really fine." he coughed out.

"Yeah, you sound great." Kurt replied sarcastically. "At least go and lay down on the couch." Blaine reluctantly walked into the living room and flopped down on the couch. Kurt followed close behind and placed a fleece blanket on top of him. ""Do you need anything?" he asked. Blaine shook his head as he lay underneath the blanket. "Okay, well just try and sleep. You'll feel better when you're rested."

After making sure that Blaine was situated, Kurt woke up the kids. He figured today was a good day for them to spend with their friends. With Maggie and Blaine sick, there wasn't much they could do at home. Kurt got them dressed and then told them to go to the car. Kurt grabbed his car keys from the basket when he went downstairs and walked quietly into the living room. Blaine was snoring softly because of the congestion in his nose. Even when he was pale and shaky, Kurt couldn't help but find him adorable. He smiled, took one last look at Blaine before leaving to take the kids to their friend's house.

When Kurt came back, Blaine was awake and he didn't look any better. "You feel better?" Blaine coughed harshly into his arm and shook his head. He continued to cough and Kurt rushed into the kitchen and grabbed him a glass of water. Blaine took a drink and was slowly able to stop coughing and catch his breath.

"Thanks." Blaine replied when he was finally able to.

"You really got the worst of this cold." Kurt said. "Does your head hurt or your throat?"

"They're okay." Blaine replied, but Kurt gave him a look that told him he knew he was lying. "Okay, maybe they hurt a little bit." he replied with a cough.

"I'll be right back." Kurt assured him. He went upstairs to the medicine cabinet and grabbed motrin, a bottle of cough syrup and a bag of cough drops before going back downstairs. "This should help." he said to Blaine. He pulled two motrin out of the bottle and handed it to him. He took the pills and took them with a long swig of water. "And now...cough medicine."

"I don't think I need that." Blaine said before breaking off in series of harsh coughs.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Kurt replied sarcastically. "It's just a spoonful."

"It tastes gross." Blaine mumbled. Kurt poured the medicine on the spoon and forced it closer to Blaine's mouth. Reluctantly he opened his mouth and swallowed the medicine. Blaine grimaced as the syrup ran down his throat.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Kurt asked. Blaine shrugged his shoulders. Suddenly crying echoed through the monitor and Blaine instinctively went to get up. "Hey, lay back down. You're sick. I"ll go and get her." Kurt went upstairs and into Maggie's room. The little girl stood in her crib. Kurt could hear the congestion in her cries. "Oh honey," He cooed picking her up. He wrapped a blanket around her body and cuddled her close to his chest, but she still continued to cry. Figuring she was hungry, Kurt took her downstairs. He grabbed a sippy cup for the cabinet and filled it with juice. Maggie pushed it away and just continued to cry.

Blaine, who could hear Maggie crying, pushed himself up from the couch and went into the kitchen. "Blaine, I told you I've got her. Go and lay down." Kurt ordered. But, Blaine didn't listen. He took the little girl from Kurt's arms and held her close to his chest. She stopped crying and nestled her head into the crook of his neck. "Hard to believe this was the same little girl who cried whenever you held held."

"Yeah, we're buddies now, right Maggie?" He laughed. Kurt smiled and Maggie continued to nestle herself further into Blaine's chest.

"You guys must be hungry. You go lay down with Maggie and I'll make you some homemade chicken soup." Kurt told them. Blaine nodded and went into the living room with Maggie in his arms. Then, Kurt got to work on the soup. He went to a little box that he kept in a cabinet where no one else would find it. They held all of his mom's recipes. He took out the one for chicken noodle soup and then grabbed all the ingredients. Within an hour, he had a hot pot full of homemade soup. He poured some into a bowl for Blaine and then in a smaller bowl for Maggie. When he went into the living room, he found Blaine asleep with Maggie on his chest. He gently lifted the little girl from his arms and placed her on the other couch before covering her up with a blanket. Then he grabbed the bowl of soup, set on the table, and tapped Blaine. "Wake up sleepyhead." Blaine's long eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes. "You up for some soup." Blaine nodded and Kurt handed him the bowl.

"This is really good." Blaine told him.

"Thanks, it was my mom's recipe." Kurt told him. "She used to always make it for me when I got sick. Sometimes I'd fake sick just so she's make it."

"Pretty sneaky Hummel." Blaine laughed, before breaking off in a cough.

"Yeah, she died when I was eight. I haven't made this in years." Kurt said.

"I'm sorry." Blaine told him placing a comforting hand on Kurt's knee.

"It's okay. I've gotten over it. I miss her all the time, but I know that she's watching over me and the kids." Kurt said.

"I sure she was a great woman." Blaine replied.

"She was…" Kurt said break off. Kurt and Blaine spent the rest of the day cuddled on the couch watching TV. At one point, Kurt got up to change Maggie's diaper. When he got back, Blaine was sprawled across the couch, fast asleep. Kurt placed Maggie on the couch with her sippy cup and then walked over to Blaine. He eased himself down on top of Blaine's body and nestled his head into Blaine's chest. Half asleep, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt. They lay there for a while, before they both fell asleep.

Around 10 o'clock at night, Jordyn quietly made her way in the house. Her friend had ended up getting sick, so Jordyn went home. The boys were still sleeping over at their friends house. When she went inside, the last thing she expected to see was Blaine and her Dad cuddled on the couch. She smiled at them before going upstairs to go to bed. Tonight he suspicions had been confirmed. And, she was perfectly okay with that.