"Things won't always be good. But the bad will make you appreciate the good even more."
When Kurt woke up his neck felt as though it was broken. True, he didn't actually know what it would be like to have a broken neck, but he figured this was pretty close.
He also felt very warm. Especially his cheek. When he was finally able to lift his head, he looked down to see what he had been laying on.
When he saw the full head of hair, and Blaine's body continuing after it, he realized that he fell asleep on Blaine… and Blaine had also fallen asleep on him.
He yawned, trying to make as little movement as possible, then slowly stretched his legs out a little so the feeling would come back to them.
That's when he noticed the blanket over them.
He wondered how long they had both been asleep, and when the blanket had been placed over them. His muscles sort of wished whoever did it would have just woken them up and moved them to the bed instead, but the rest of him was glad they were left here.
The rest of his fog lifting, Kurt lifted a hand to Blaine's forehead to see if he had a fever. He felt clammy, but he wasn't feverish at all. He'd probably feel a lot better if he got a bath.
Kurt wasn't about to wake him up for that though. He'd sit here until Blaine woke up on his own, knowing that the thing he needed most right now was his rest.
Kurt wouldn't say he was a cuddly person, per se, but something in him just wanted to hold Blaine close. He wanted to keep him safe. He hated seeing him sick today. It felt like torture. He hoped the worst was over, and that the vomiting had stopped, because he didn't know if he could handle watching Blaine this way again. And not coming back tomorrow just wasn't an option. Blaine needed him there. Kurt would spend the night if he could, but his dad wouldn't let him skip school so that was unreasonable. But, right after school, Kurt would be back here. He'd text Diane during the day to make sure Blaine was doing okay, then skip glee and come as fast as he could… without breaking any laws.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine a little tighter. Not enough to bother him, but enough to pull him just a little closer to his chest. Okay, so maybe it wasn't Blaine that needed Kurt. Maybe it was Kurt that needed Blaine.
Before Kurt let himself get too deep into his own thoughts, Blaine began to move. Kurt's arms loosened around him as he began to wake up.
Blaine groaned as his body stretched. He lifted his hands to his eyes and rubbed them as he yawned.
Then he was still. Kurt was just about to speak when Blaine's hands went down and touched his legs. His head then spun around quickly to be only inches away from Kurt's.
"Kurt?" He questioned, his brain still a little dopey. "What're you doing?"
"I'm being your body pillow," Kurt replied, unable to help the smile that formed on his lips from the sleepy look on Blaine's face.
Blaine turned his head back around, facing away from Kurt now. "I'm sorry," He said, shifting forward so he was no longer pressed against Kurt.
"What for?"
"You having to just sit there."
"I fell asleep too. Used your head as a pillow apparently."
"Oh…" Blaine looked around the room, his eyes blinking slowly. It was clear he was still a little out of it. "What time is it?"
"I'm not sure." Kurt got his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. "Oh… It's past eight." He couldn't believe they had been out for so long. No wonder his back was killing him. He also had five missed calls and four texts from his dad.
He put his phone back in his pocket and tried not to wince too much as he stood up, holding the back of the tub for support. "I better call my dad and let him know I'm okay."
Blaine tried to get up, but he stopped before he got halfway. "Not a good idea."
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, immediately forgetting about his dad. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just a little dizzy."
Just then Diane walked into the bathroom. "I thought I heard voices," She said, smiling. "Glad you two decided to join the world again. How are you feeling, sweetie?"
"A little dizzy, but okay."
Diane nodded. "Think you're safe to go back to bed?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Okay, I'll help you." She looked up at Kurt, "Hon, your dad called earlier, when he couldn't get ahold of you. He said just to call him when you woke up so you could tell him what time you'd be home."
"I'll call him now. Do you need help with Blaine first?"
Diane shook her head. "No, I got it. He'll just lean on me a little."
Kurt nodded and moved around them to go and call his dad.
By the time he had gotten off of the phone, Diane had gotten Blaine to bed. Even though Blaine had been asleep for a while, he still looked exhausted. His eyes were already drooping by the time Kurt came into the room.
"Blaine?" Kurt began, speaking quietly.
"Hm?"
"I've gotta go home now. I don't want to be driving too late."
Blaine took a deep breath. "M'kay. Thank you."
Kurt smiled at Blaine's sleepy voice. "For what?"
"For today."
"I'm not sure what I did, but you're welcome." He reached forward and brushed some of Blaine's hair from his forehead, oblivious to the fact that Diane was still in the room and watching them. "I'll be back tomorrow after school, okay? And I'll text in-between classes to see how you're doing."
"Thank you," Blaine said again before closing his eyes completely.
He looked over at Diane, who smiled and nodded toward the door.
Once they were outside of the room, and Blaine's door was cracked, Diane began. "He'll sleep on and off for the rest of tonight. I'll just run him a bath and, when he wakes up the next time, he can get cleaned up."
"Alright. I'm gonna get going."
"Okay. Let me know when you get home, and call or text me whenever you want tomorrow. I know you'll be worried."
"Thank you," Kurt replied with a relieved smile. "And it's okay to come by after school?"
"Of course it is, honey."
"Thank you," He said again. After telling Diane goodbye, and Nathan as well when he saw him downstairs, Kurt went home.
School couldn't end fast enough. Kurt wasn't sure how, but he seemed to be out of the doors before anyone else in the building.
He had already talked to Finn the night before, telling him he wouldn't be staying for glee. Kurt told him he would, if Finn didn't have another way home, but Finn told him not to worry about it. He'd get a ride from Puck or Rachel or anyone. He also told Kurt that he'd cover for him in glee. And, while Kurt wasn't sure how that would work out, he couldn't find it in him to care.
When he got to Blaine's house, Nathan let him in. After a pat on the back and a, "He's on fire today," Kurt went upstairs.
Kurt entered Blaine's room slowly and quietly, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep. Turns out, he was asleep. Diane, who was cleaning up his room a bit, looked at Kurt and smiled.
"He just went out," She whispered, moving closer to Kurt. "He's been talking a lot today. He's got a pretty bad headache, but that only makes him talk more. So far he's told Nathan that he works too much; Blaine wishes he had a different job, one without idiots; and that they have to have a serious talk when he's human again. He's also told me a lot of things, including that I should get a haircut, and I deserve to go watch The Today Show in person…" At Kurt's confused look, she explained. "I watch it every morning. We joke about my obsession a lot."
Kurt nodded. "So, when he's like this, is he out of his head or…"
"Well, he means everything he says. You know that foggy feeling you have when you first wake up from a nap?" Kurt nodded. "Well, it's like that, but it doesn't go away. We always blame it on the migraines, but it's really from the medicine he takes for the migraines."
"Has he thrown up anymore?"
"Just once this morning, about forty-five minutes after taking his medicine. And, before you ask, I didn't tell you when you texted me because I knew you'd worry for the rest of today, even though we've all told you that you shouldn't worry."
Kurt shrugged, giving her a sad smile. "I can't seem to help it."
"I know," Diane replied, squeezing his arm. "That's a good thing. I'd rather have my son with someone who cared too much than someone who didn't care enough."
"But Blaine an-"
"I'm gonna go get a bite of something to eat," She interrupted, "Blaine'll wake up soon." She left out of the room before Kurt could say another word.
Trying to forget about what Diane had just said, Kurt walked closer to Blaine's bed. He didn't want to disturb him, but he also didn't want Blaine to wake up to him standing over him. He gently sat down on his usual side of the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. He was comfortably stiff, not allowing himself to relax in fear that the extra movement would wake Blaine up.
Blaine continued to sleep though so, after a couple of minutes, Kurt relaxed.
It was about five more minutes before Blaine started to wake up. Kurt looked over at him as he rubbed his eyes. It was like deja vu, except this time Blaine wasn't using him as a cushion… And, while Kurt would never say it out loud, he sort of wished Blaine was.
Blaine blinked a few times, then looked over in Kurt's direction, apparently feeling someone's presence in the room. "Kurt, you're here," He said, more as a statement than a question.
"Yup. Just got here not too long ago."
"Good. I like you here."
Kurt smiled. "I like me here too."
"Really?"
Kurt nodded.
"That's so nice. You're just so nice, Kurt. And so fashionable. I love your fashion."
"Why thank you."
"You are so welcome, Kurt," Blaine replied, staring at Kurt in some sort of awe.
"You know, I think I'd compare this to you being drunk," Kurt said with a laugh.
"Oh no. Can't have alcohol. It's not good for my heart. Not good at all."
"You still have a headache?"
Blaine looked away from Kurt, now staring up at the ceiling. "Yeah. I took medicine for it earlier so it's not as bad. Medicine, medicine. All I ever do is take medicine. I take it when I wake up, during the day, and of the night. Go to doctors appointments, get more medicine. All. I ever. do."
The smile had now disappeared from Kurt's face, "Blaine, I-"
"But I made a promise to you. And to your dad. I made a promise in my card. I promised I'd take care of your mom's heart, and I will. I will forever. As long as I can. Sometimes I don't want to. I know it sounds bad, but it's true. Sometimes it feels like too much."
Kurt tried to hold back the tears that were forming in his eyes. "Blaine-"
"And I like you, Kurt. I like you a lot. So much. But I know that if it weren't for your mom dying, and me getting her heart, I would never know you. Even if I got someone else's heart and was still alive now, I still wouldn't know you. And you wouldn't know me. And you wouldn't care about me. You'd be looking for someone else. Whoever would have gotten her heart instead of me. You'd care about them, you'd be talking to them, and spending time with them, and it wouldn't be me. I wouldn't matter then."
"Blaine, please stop," Kurt practically begged, his voice shaking and tears rolling down his face. "Just stop."
Blaine quieted down. After a moment, Kurt looked over and saw that he was quiet because he had fallen back asleep.
Kurt quickly got off of the bed and left the room. He wiped his eyes as he walked down the stairs. He made up a quick excuse, that he couldn't even remember afterward, to Blaine's parents as to why he had to leave, and he got out of the house.
He didn't let himself break down until he was away from the Anderson's house. He pulled over and laid his head on the steering wheel as he sobbed, his chest heaving.
He wasn't crying because he hated that Blaine felt that way. He was crying because he couldn't deny what Blaine had said.
I feel kinda bad. You guys were so looking forward to "crazy talk." Then I did this. I suck.
But, I want to thank you all, cause the last chapter doubled in reviews :) That made me so happy! Thank you guys so much!
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