A/N- This challenge was so damn hard... And again, I can't figure out who the fuck left it! I should really start writing down your names as soon as I get the challenge, but I'm just so lazy... Anywho, the words are: miserable sponge twenty hung sleepless Chinese ball printer pen paper submit flower pink shade blue genes quixotic English romance balderdash mutation nutmeg round negative math startle. Whoever left this, I just wanna let you know that I had to look up quixotic. I thought it was a major typo or something...

And to anyone who loves me enough to give me what I want, I really want some more Disney challenges and a Canni!Blaine challenge. That would make me happy, wink wink nudge nudge.

Kurt was completely and utterly miserable. He had suffered through another sleepless night of wheezing and rolling out of bed to blow his nose. And, after finally getting to sleep for what felt like twenty minutes, the boy woke up to a splitting headaches. He tried to groan at the pain, but-

Kurt clutched his throat. He tried to say something, express his confusion and fear, but no sound came out. He mouthed a string of expletives angrily. He hasn't been sick in years, and the one time he does everything about him falls to shit.

There was a knock at his bedroom door. It was probably just Burt, who would walk in even if Kurt didn't respond. "Kurt? You up?" Oh wait. That's Blaine! Kurt scrambled out of bed, fighting the wave of nausea from standing up so quickly, and ran to the door. He threw it open and ushered Blaine inside. His boyfriend set a large brown bag on Kurt's desk, next to his printer. The first thing he did was pull out a small bouquet of pink flowers.

"For you!" He held them up to Kurt's face. The countertenor pressed his stuff nose to a flower and tried to inhale, but nothing happened. That is, until he sneezed and toppled over. Kurt wiped at his nose and glared at Blaine.

"Sorry, that was probably a bad idea, huh?" Kurt nodded and Blaine grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. But I have other stuff! I've got- Wait a minute. Why aren't you talking? You aren't that mad are you?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head. He walked over to his messenger bag and dug through until he found a pen and some paper. I lost my voice, he scribbled quickly, showing the other boy the message. "Oh, why didn't you just say that?" Kurt hung his head at Blaine's stupidity. "Oh, right, you can't speak." Kurt nodded slowly, as if Blaine was a small child trying to grasp advanced math or something.

"No need to be so negative, Mr. Grumpy Gills. I'm here to help." He pulled a container of soup out of the bag next. "Ancient Chinese secret: Soup fixes everything." He handed Kurt the hot container while he dug through the bag, now pulling out a DVD. "And, even if you're sick, we can have a little romance." He popped The Notebook into Kurt's DVD player and got situated on the bed.

Kurt waddled over to his boyfriend, deciding that he might as well submit now. He was too weak to fight any of Blaine's 'romantic plans.' Though, he had to admit, it was quite quixotic of Blaine to take care of him in his time of need. The two snuggled close and Blaine pressed play on the remote, starting one of their favorite movies.

About five minutes in, Kurt had a fit of sneezes. That fit led into a coughing fit. The coughing fit led to Kurt collapsing on his bed, tired and annoyed. Blaine laid down next to him and rubbed his back. "You okay?"

Kurt grabbed the stationary. No. I have some sort of mutation, he wrote. Blaine laughed at him. "There's nothing wrong with your genes, Kurt. You don't have a mutation of the sinuses."

Says you. Kurt shoved the paper in Blaine's lap and turned to his soup, sitting up just enough to have a spoonful. It was hot and salty, but with little surprises, like chives and nutmeg. Blaine sat up too. "Want me to feed you?" He asked, affection and humor in his eyes.

Tu es si agaçant parfois, Kurt wrote, trying to make it impossible for Blaine to read.

"What's the English translation for that?" Blaine asked, pointing at the words that were complete balderdash to him.

Not telling.

Kurt woke up to Blaine's face hovering over him, making him jump. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. You have a fever, I was just gonna cool you down. Is that okay?" Kurt nodded and let Blaine wad a washcloth into a ball and sponge his forehead. He watched Blaine with love in his eyes and Blaine returned the look, wishing he cool fall into those orbs that were the perfect shade of blue.

Blaine kissed each of Kurt's round cheeks. His boyfriend mouthed the words Thank you, and he kissed him again in reply. "You're welcome. Now sleep, and when you wake up and have your voice back you can apologize for saying mean things about me in French."