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Holala!
I don't really have much to say today...
Except for the fact that my mom's watching project runway, and there's a gay guy on there and she's totally dissing him and hsi boyfriend and I'm just sitting there like "Aww, they're adorable! I want one. They remind me of Klaine. I love Klaine. I love gay men. I love rainbows, and unicorns, and glee. Gay men are awesome. Let me love them! I just want to gather them up in my arms and cuddle them to death"
:D
yes.
this is my life.
Prompt: For my good friend, kurt gets sick and blaine has to take care of him
"Hello?" Kurt winced as his voice croaked into the phone.
"Kurt? Are you okay?"
Kurt sighed, cursing Blaine's sudden ability to realize things. Where was that skill when Kurt had spent all those months longing for him?
He shook his head, ridding of those thoughts, and cleared his throat before responding. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine," he said, wincing as his voice cracked again. "Just a little hoarse."
"Are you sure?" Blaine's voice sounded worried. "You don't sound too good."
"Really," Kurt reassured him. "I'm fine."
"Well, okay then." Blaine paused for a moment, causing Kurt to raise his eyes in confusion as to what Blaine was getting at. "That's good. Because I'm almost at your house."
Shit. He's going to figure out that I am actually sick. My appearance doesn't exactly scream 'healthy.'
"Umm…why?" Kurt hoped that he didn't sound insensitive. "I mean – not that I'm not happy you're coming over but…"
"Can't a guy just want to see his boyfriend?" Kurt could practically hear the smile in Blaine's voice.
"I guess," Kurt responded, his voice croaking again.
Blaine laughed for a moment. "I'll be there in a few," he told Kurt.
"Mkay."
Kurt was about to hang up when he heard Blaine's voice come through the receiver again.
"Oh, and Kurt?"
"Yes?"
"I know you're actually sick. So there's no fooling me."
Kurt sighed and hung up the phone. He really didn't know how Blaine always knew everything.
…..
When Blaine arrived a few minutes later, he let himself in, knowing that Kurt wouldn't have left the confines of his bedroom.
"Kurt?" He called once he reached his boyfriend's bedroom door.
"Down here!" He heard Kurt try and yell. He sounded even worse in person.
Blaine smiled to himself as he walked down the stairs, a grocery bag in hand. "Wow," he said once he caught a view of Kurt. "You're definitely not looking to hot."
"Shut up," Kurt said weekly, but Blaine could see the formation of a smile on his lips. "If you were sick, I wouldn't be teasing you."
Blaine chuckled before setting the bag down on Kurt's nightstand. "I got you some soup."
Kurt smiled sweetly at him but shook his head. "I'm not that hungry," he admitted sheepishly.
"Hey, that's cool," Blaine said as he shrugged. "You can eat it later."
"That was really sweet of you though."
Blaine nodded and leaned in to kiss Kurt on the cheek. Kurt closed his eyes at Blaine's touch, wishing more than anything that he wasn't sick so he could kiss Blaine properly.
"I'd do anything for you," Blaine whispered once he had pulled away.
Kurt felt himself blush while Blaine made himself comfortable on Kurt's bed beside him. "So," he said once he was settled, "What're you watching?"
"The Lion King," Kurt answered. "It's my honorary sick movie."
Blaine nodded, his thumb idly tracing patterns on Kurt's hand. "Mine's the Titanic," he admitted.
Kurt laughed and gave Blaine an amused look. "Seriously?"
"Hand to God," Blaine said as he raised his right hand. "It's my guilty pleasure."
Kurt laughed again and curled himself even tighter into Blaine's chest. He could feel his medicine taking effect, since he was suddenly becoming drowsy.
"Do you need to sleep?" Blaine whispered.
Kurt nodded idly, feeling his eyes drooping closed.
"Can I give you a goodnight kiss?"
Kurt propped his eyes back open, giving Blaine a confused look. "'M sick," he murmured. "You could get it."
"I'll risk it," he whispered as he leaned in and attached his lips to Kurt's.
Kurt smiled into the kiss, relishing the feeling of Blaine's lips pressing softly into his before pulling away.
"If you get sick," he mumbled into Blaine's chest as he drifted back into sleep, "It isn't my fault."
A few days later, after Kurt had recovered, Blaine didn't show up to classes that day because he was ill. And when people asked him how he got sick, he would just blush and not respond.
But of course Kurt knew.
I love writing sick!Kurt.
I actually have a whole fic about it. It's called Life on a Line. And the next chapter is currently in progress, for any of you who read it...
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