A/N: 101 REVIEWS? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I love you guys! That's amazing and it makes me feel so sparkly and wonderful and just thank you so much!

Today is New Year's where I live and last night I stayed up until 6:00am with my best friends. We prank called people at midnight and got hyped up on sugar and started talking about vibrating bat testicles...It was so much fun! But I'm paying for it today, with the big-ass purple bags beneath my eyes and I'm in a shitty mood.

Unfortunatley, I go back to school the day after tomorrow, which means scarce updates on weekdays but regular on the weekends. I'm going to be swamped with homework and drama and shit, but I'll try my best :)

This was prompted by Anon, who wanted Blaine to get Chicken Pox. Klaine is in college in New York, but they live in seperate apartments and Blaine attends NYU while Kurt goes to NYADA.

Chapter Rating: Appropriate

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Chicken Pox:

"Blaine, sweetheart?" called Kurt, placing his car keys on the kitchen table and removing his pea coat. "Are you here?"

He stalked over to the couch, stamping his feet in disgust at the pile of dirty dishes littering the coffee table and the mop of blankets. "Blaine!"

The mop of blankets stirred ever so slightly. "Dear God," snarled Kurt. "Please tell me you did not get another hangover." He threw back the blankets to reveal his boyfriend. Blaine's curls stuck up every-which-way, swollen red bumps smothered every inch of his body.

Kurt shrieked and jumped back. "Blaine?"

Blaine sniffled, looking up with puppy dog eyes. "Oh, baby," the brunette cooed, sitting on the armrest and ruffling his hair. "Honey, why didn't you call me? I would've prefered taking care of you over going to college."

Blaine grunted.

"Have you taken any medication, babe?" Kurt wanted to know. Blaine shook his head. Kurt sighed. "I'll get you some."

He returned with a frosty glass of water and several ibuprofens, along with a damp cloth and some cream for the sores. "Here, sit up."

Blaine stiffly sat up, throwing his legs over Kurt's and pouting as he took off his shirt. Kurt handed him the water and he downed the pills in a gulp.

"This is going to be cold," said Kurt, gathering the cool white cream on his fingers and dotting it onto the sores on Blaine's shoulders. "How long have you been sick, sweetheart?"

Blaine flinched as the substance made contact with his flushed skin. "S-Since I woke up this m-morning. I didn't want t-to bother you."

Kurt continued to treat the rash. "Don't worry about that. You're sick and you need love. All done. Now, hold on."

Kurt got up and ajourned to the kitchen, soon coming back with two oven mits. "Put these on."

Blaine made a face. "Why?" he demanded.

"To stop you from scratching. If you scratch, it'll only get worse," said Kurt, slipping them onto Blaine's hands. Blaine stuck out his bottom lip in protest.

"They're ugly and they clash with my pajama bottoms," he noted.

"Well, then you shouldn't have worn plaid. Come here and cuddle." Kurt held out his arms, switching on the T.V.

"Nuh-uh. You're going to get sick!" Blaine scooted away.

"You can only get Chicken Pox once and I've already had them."

Blaine grinned. "Really? Only once? Thank God." He laid down in Kurt's embrace, closing his eyes. "I like how you take care of me when I'm sick."

Kurt kissed the top of his head, gaze trained on the afternoon showing of Say Yes to the Dress. "Anytime, baby. Anytime."

A/N: I've never had Chicken Pox. I hope it was realistic. Thanks! :)

Love,

Lexi