"Can I stay with you for the night? I don't feel good."

Vomit filled the toilet for a second time in the past hour. It was Blaine's third time puking, and it was obvious that it was beginning to wear on him.

He coughed and spit, then took slow, deep breaths as he began to lean back.

Kurt reached over from his spot of standing behind him and flushed the toilet. He then filled a small cup with mouthwash and another cup with green Gatorade.

"Here's the mouthwash," Kurt said quietly. Blaine raised his hands to take it, but Kurt could see that he was shaking too bad. There was no way he'd get a good enough grip on the cup.

"Let me," Kurt said. He put the cup up to Blaine's mouth, unconsciously running his other hand through Blaine's sweaty hair.

Blaine, too tired to speak at the moment, simply let Kurt help him. He swirled the mouthwash around in his mouth for a few seconds, then spit it into the toilet.

Kurt changed out cups, now holding the Gatorade in his hand. "Now drink this," He told him, putting it up to Blaine's mouth.

Blaine whined pitifully. His face scrunched up and he backed away to lean his back against the side of the tub.

"I know you don't wanna drink it," Kurt replied, as though Blaine's whining was him complaining to Kurt, "but if you don't, you'll get dehydrated and that won't be good at all." He sat down beside Blaine, who now had his eyes closed. Kurt reached out and touched his leg, rubbing it soothingly to get his attention. "Just drink a couple of sips," He continued once Blaine had opened his eyes once again, now looking over at Kurt.

Blaine looked like he wanted to protest, but he was just too exhausted already. "Fine," He said, his voice raspy.

Kurt nodded once and moved into a kneeling position so he could hold the cup up to Blaine easier. "Just remember to drink slowly, okay?"

Blaine nodded back to him, then took a couple of small sips of the Gatorade. He took an extra sip, just to make Kurt happy, then backed his head up so Kurt would know that he didn't want anymore.

"Wh- Where'd Mom go?" Blaine asked, just now noticing her absence.

"She went to get more cold and warm washcloths for you. She'll be back soon."

Blaine simply nodded in reply.

"Do you wanna go back to bed?" Kurt asked, knowing Blaine couldn't be comfortable.

Blaine shook his head. "It's not over yet."

Kurt sighed, going back to his previous position of sitting next to Blaine. "I don't know if there's anything left for you to throw up."

"Just some tasty bile," Blaine replied, his body chilling at the memory of how it burns his throat.

Kurt wrapped an arm around Blaine, taking his hand and gently massaging Blaine's head. "I wish I could make you feel better," Kurt confessed, his voice quiet as Blaine's head began to lean on his shoulder.

"You being here makes me feel better," Blaine replied, his voice so low that Kurt barely heard him.

Kurt didn't respond, although his heart did thump a little faster after that. He continued massaging Blaine's head long after the boy had fallen asleep on his shoulder.


When Blaine woke back up twenty minutes later, it wasn't some slow, peaceful wake up where he blushed and apologized for falling asleep on Kurt. Instead, he popped up and practically threw himself over the toilet, holding on for dear life as he threw up into it.

Kurt rubbed his back as worry racked through his brain. It didn't seem to matter how normal both Blaine and Diane found this, it wasn't normal to him. He didn't like seeing Blaine like this.

Diane came into the room seconds after the puking began. She had gone downstairs while Blaine was asleep, getting some housework done while she could.

"This seems worse than the last one," She said as Blaine continued to vomit nothing but bile.

"And you're sure this is okay?" Kurt asked, his voice shaky as he tried to sound calm in front of Blaine. "He doesn't need a hospital, or an IV, or something?"

"I know it seems bad," She replied. Blaine was calming down a little, just coughing and trying to catch his breath. "It's been a lot worse before though."

"There's no meds to stop the vomiting? I thought they made pills to help with that."

"They don't help," Blaine wheezed. He was so exhausted that he didn't even sound like himself.

Diane flushed the toilet then grabbed a washcloth from the sink and wiped Blaine's mouth. She let him gargle with mouthwash, which he lazily swished around his mouth and spit out.

Diane went to grab another cup and sighed. "I need to go get more Gatorade," She said, "I'll be right back."

Kurt scooted back, placing a hand on each side of Blaine's waist. "Here, I'll help you sit back," He said, knowing Blaine couldn't feel restful the way he was just draped over the toilet.

"I don't… think I… can move," Blaine replied, still breathing heavily as he spoke.

Kurt ignored the achy feeling in his chest and focused on a way to get Blaine back resting against the bathtub.

After a moment, he thought he might have it figured out.

He removed his hands from Blaine's waist and put them under his arms, wrapping his own arms around Blaine's chest. "Probably not the most comfortable way to get you there, but it's better than laying your head on a toilet."

Kurt pulled Blaine up, practically carrying all of his weight, and dragged him back to the bathtub. It was only a couple of steps, but Blaine was practically dead weight, and Kurt wasn't used to dragging a person around.

Once he was at the tub, he realized the only way he could get out from behind Blaine would require him to let go of Blaine. Or somehow get his leg over his arms and Blaine's head, then pull Blaine back… but then Blaine's head would end up in-between Kurt's legs and that would be all kinds of awkward.

Instead, Kurt slowly slumped down to the ground. He stretched his legs out so Blaine could fit between them and leaned his own back against the tub. He pulled Blaine up closer to him, letting his back rest against Kurt's chest, and his head lay back against his shoulder.

"You're cozy," Blaine mumbled out, already half asleep. Kurt wasn't sure how all the movement didn't bother Blaine, but he wasn't going to complain.

Instead, Kurt found himself smiling at the compliment. "Thank you," He whispered.

It only took a few more seconds for him to notice how uncomfortable the back of the bathtub was. It didn't seem this uncomfortable before, but now it just seemed annoying. He supposed any hard surface would begin to hurt a person after a while.

Just then, Diane returned to the bathroom. She stopped for a moment, taking in the sight in front of her. Her son, sweaty and exhausted, was passed out in the arms of another boy whose face was filled with worry and exhaustion. It was both beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time.

"How'd this come to be?" She asked with a light smile, setting the Gatorade down.

"I had to get him here somehow and he said he couldn't move, and I realized too late that I couldn't get out from behind him, so…" He shrugged.

She pointed behind him, still smiling, "You could have just stepped into the bathtub and pulled him back, you know?"

Kurt's eyebrows furrowed and he glanced back at the tub. "Oh, I… I didn't even realize. I can get back up and-"

Diane held up a hand, stopping him. "Don't move. Blaine's never looked so peaceful after being sick. I'll get you a pillow for your back."

"Thank you," Kurt replied, settling back down and bringing Blaine in a little closer.


Nathan looked at his watch. It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon now. He had spent almost all day in his office. He always stayed home when Blaine was sick, just in case Diane needed his help, but he honestly didn't like seeing his son look so ill so he tried to just stay out of the way.

He was glad that Diane hadn't called for his help, and he tried to ignore every time he heard puking and coughing sounds coming from upstairs, but it had been quiet for a while now. A few hours actually. He figured it probably wouldn't hurt to go upstairs and check on his son.

He headed up the stairs, taking his time just in case Blaine was still sick. He thought that maybe Blaine was back in his room by now, but he peeked into the bathroom anyway. Although he'd never admit it out loud, what he saw was probably one of the most adorable things he'd ever seen.

Blaine was still asleep with his back against Kurt's chest, his head resting comfortably. Kurt was now asleep as well. His head was turned to the side and mushed into Blaine's hair, which was free of gel today. Nathan knew he'd probably wake up with a crook in his neck, but there was really no more comfortable way for his head to be. Plus, they both looked so relaxed.

Nathan looked around, making sure his wife wasn't in view, then took his phone out of his pocket and quickly snapped a picture. He was placing his phone back into his pocket when Diane exited their bedroom holding a blanket.

"They look so peaceful, don't they?" She said, smiling widely.

"They do," He agreed, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms. "How's he been?"

"Less puking than last time. It stopped a few hours back. I'll fix him a bath when he wakes up; I'm afraid he'll be too dizzy for a shower. I think the puking is over with, but his headaches usually come the day after vomiting, and you know what comes with that…"

"Crazy talk," Nathan finished, laughing lightly.

Diane nodded. "Crazy talk... And you shouldn't laugh, Nathan."

"I'm sorry," He replied, trying to get rid of the smile still on his lips, "Just, memories from last time. You know, we should probably rename it 'honest talk.' It's the only time he has no filter and just says whatever is on his mind."

"True. Now, if you'll scoot over, I'm gonna put this blanket over them."

"Oh, I'll do it," Nathan offered, taking the blanket from her.

"Thanks, honey. I'm gonna go start dinner."

"Okay."

Diane headed downstairs and Nathan walked into the bathroom. He knelt down and gently placed the blanket over the boys, not wanting to disturb them. He stared at Blaine for a moment, tears automatically coming to his eyes as he thought of how bad Blaine must feel right now… And how bad Blaine's felt on and off for years. He lifted his hand to his mouth and kissed his fingers, then laid them lightly on Blaine's forehead. "I love you, son," He said, then he got up and headed back downstairs to be with his wife.


I was worried this wouldn't be 1,000 words when I finished the chapter, then I add it to the document manager and realized I had nothing to worry about!

So, if you guys want to, I started a new story called Rehab that you might enjoy. I also wrote a one-shot (that may one day turn into a two-shot) called Crashed Into You. Also, sadly, I feel that this story only has a few more chapters left. I don't know how I'll survive once I finish it, as this story and you guys have all been through so much with me, but... I just won't think about it right now!

Okay, so I think that's it :) Thanks for reading and reviewing :D Talk to me on Tumblr, as I am lonely.

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