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I remembered what I was going to ask last night. I'm doing a Journalism course and I need to write ten full-length articles (including made up sources, direct quotes and statistics), but I haven't been given any topics and I'm drawing a blank. So could those of you who are creative possibly chuck me some made up news scenarios to write about? I'd appreciate it heaps, I've got three more 125-word articles to write, then these ten, then more exercises, then a newspaper to design, before moving on to the next section. And I'm not even at uni yet! So yeah, if you think of something, please do PM or review it to me.

From Full-Empty-Spirit and similarly prompted by PlotterFTW: Have you done a sick fic yet? That would be cool ^^ I suppose you can consider this a very vague prompt lol XD

Yay :D I actually had one written that I was going to post as a oneshot but it didn't feel right and now, with a little tweaking, I can post it here! :)

I figured it was about time to bring in the 'dating someone else' idea. Not that I put much effort into it, I kind of picked the stereotypical 'bad boyfriend' and put him there.

Sick

"Woah, what's up with Tyler?"

Kurt glanced up from his breakfast to see the boy in question stomping angrily through the dining hall, actually shoving people out of his way. Kurt sighed as he often did when he saw Tyler. For some unknown reason, Blaine had started dating him a couple of weeks back, and Kurt didn't know what he saw in him at all. Tyler was moody, aggressive and hated anybody who was close to Blaine, which of course meant he hated Kurt with a passion.

"Hey man, what's up?" Wes asked as Tyler sat down at their table with a huff.

"Anderson freaking dumped me."

And Kurt had to fight so hard to stop the grin from spreading over his face at this. "What happened?" he asked as innocently as he could.

Tyler still glared at him anyway. "Idiot sent me a text at like 5 this morning saying he was sick and wanted me to bring him tissues and crap. Well, there's no way I was gonna be his maid so I told him so and then he went and broke up with me. Whatever, don't need him anyway."

And with that, Tyler stormed off to join the line for breakfast.

Kurt's joy at finding out that Blaine was free of the moron was quickly evaporated by finding out he was sick. He began to mentally calculate how quickly he could get to the nearest store and back -

"Ten minutes to Wal-mart, and he likes that chicken soup with the croutons in it."

Kurt sent a stunned glance to Wes who was looking at him innocently. David, however, had a massive smirk on his face and continued where Wes had left off.

"We know you're perfect for him, so go."

Not needing to be told twice, Kurt grabbed his messenger bag and coffee and headed out of the hall towards his car.

Fifteen minutes later - because Wal-mart had the worst organizational system ever - Kurt was back at Dalton with a huge bag of supplies and his heart pounding nervously. It's not like he'd never seen Blaine before, but he'd never seen Blaine sick before and this was single Blaine too, without the possessive thug hovering over his shoulder. With only ten minutes before class, Kurt moved quickly through the halls to avoid being seen by any teachers. Reaching Blaine's room, he knocked quietly on the door. When no reply came, he tried the door handle to find it unlocked and quickly opened the door to a sight that nearly took his breath away.

Blaine was sprawled on his stomach on the bed. His naked stomach. He was wearing his uniform pants - Kurt guessed he must have tried getting dressed before giving up and collapsing again - but nothing else. Kurt just stayed there and stared at him for a few moments before remembering why he was here and stepping into the room, letting the door softly close behind him.

Blaine was usually pretty good at keeping his room clean, but Kurt didn't exactly blame him for having a bit of a mess today. Tissues were strewn across the bedside table and an empty water bottle was lying in Blaine's outstretched hand. Speaking of messes - Kurt's eyes were drawn to Blaine's hair. He had never actually seen Blaine without his hair done and oh sweet grilled cheesus, gel should be illegal. His hair was a mess of curls that looked like they would be amazing for Kurt to run his hands through and - no! Focus, Kurt.

Pulling Blaine's desk chair over beside his bed, Kurt pulled out a garbage bag and glove and gingerly began to pick up tissues and other rubbish, wrinkling his nose as he cleaned. He then laid out his purchases - more tissues, Strepsils, vitamin C tablets, a thermos of soup, water, hand sanitizer (for Kurt), couch syrup and chest rub (Kurt's mind had immediately started imagining him rubbing it into Blaine's chest for him and he had hastily thrown it in the basket and moved onto the entirely more unappealing tissue aisle).

Blaine murmured something in his sleep and rolled over. Kurt just had time to think about how adorable his best friend was before Blaine began to cough, rolling up in a ball. Kurt sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and rubbed Blaine's back until he stopped and blearily cracked open an eyelid. Kurt immediately thought this was the most adorable he'd ever seen his friend, completely vulnerable and not-quite awake.

"Wh'yu'doin'here," Blaine murmured, trying to get his bearings straight.

Kurt couldn't help but chuckle as he replied, "Heard you were sick so I thought I'd come and see how you were feeling. Not good, I take it?"

Blaine simply groaned and buried his head in the pillow. Kurt started to rub his back again and Blaine practically melted under his touch and - was that a moan? Kurt smiled to himself and continued rubbing his hand in circles until Blaine's breathing deepened out and Kurt knew he had gone back to sleep. Once he was sure of that fact, Kurt took a deep breath of his own and moved his hand towards the mess of curls that was Blaine Anderson's hair.

Ohmygod, it's so soft

Kurt amused himself with Blaine's amazing hair for a few minutes, before deciding that Blaine was not allowed to gel his hair ever again. So certain of that was Kurt that he quickly went to the bathroom and took all of Blaine's hair gel - and that boy certainly had a lot of hair gel. Once he was finished that task, he settled himself in the chair again and pulled out One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest and began to read.

Some time later, Kurt was fully engrossed in his book when Blaine began to cough again. Kurt lowered the book to see the adorable boy pull himself to a sitting position, eyes focused on Kurt.

"I thought I dreamt that before," Blaine croaked, his voice scratchy and roughened by sleep and sickness. "Aren't you meant to be in class?"

Kurt shrugged. "You're more important," he said simply, and changed the subject before Blaine could process his words. "How are you feeling?"

"Like a truck ran me over and then gave me the flu." Blaine sneezed and Kurt grabbed the box of tissues from the bedside table to hand to the boy, tactfully looking away as Blaine blew his nose. "Sorry about this."

"About what? Being sick?" Kurt smiled. "You may be nearly perfect, but everybody gets sick sometime."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd take the day off school to take care of me."

"What are friends for?" Kurt tried to keep the flicker of pain he felt out of his eyes at only being a friend to Blaine. "You hungry?"

Blaine nodded and Kurt passed him the soup. As he drank around a few coughing fits, Kurt went back to reading his book, only looking up again when Blaine handed him the thermos, simultaneously reaching up to run a hand through his hair. As soon as it made contact, he froze and looked at a smirking Kurt. "Um.. could you maybe pretend you never saw this?"

Kurt was about to tell Blaine about how he had taken his hair gel and was therefore going to be seeing it a lot more often when Blaine began to cough again. "My chest hurts like hell," he groaned.

Kurt felt his mouth run dry. "There's - um, there's chest rub there. You know, if you..."

Blaine caught his eye with a smile. "You're blushing, Kurt." Kurt groaned as his friend chuckled. "I'm not going to ask you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Just know if you did do it, I wouldn't mind and -" He broke off into another coughing fit, wincing in the process.

"I swear you did that on purpose," Kurt grumbled with a smile playing around the corners of his lips. He reached for the chest rub and scooped some of it onto his fingers, hesitating for a moment before gently putting his hand onto Blaine's chest.

He heard and felt Blaine's quick inhale and his chest was so warm. Kurt began to rub it in while trying to ignore the fact that he was touching Blaine's chest and this was his friend Blaine and nothing else..

And then Blaine moaned again and his mind gave up on all rational thought.

While Kurt wanted to make that moment go on forever, he knew that the longer it went on, the harder it would be to stop. So he reluctantly pulled his hand away when he was done and Blaine whimpered. His eyes, which had closed, flew open and met Kurt's.

Both boys were bright red but held one another's gaze because we're just friends, we can so do this. Luckily, Blaine broke eye contact first by grabbing a tissue as he started to sneeze again, which gave Kurt a moment to compose himself. By the time Blaine was recovered from his latest fit, Kurt was pulling tablets out of the container and telling Blaine to take them.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Blaine slept, woke up, coughed, sneezed, attempted to get some school work done then went back to sleep. Kurt read, watched Blaine sleep, read some more, talked to Blaine and watched Blaine sleep some more.

Finally, at about four that afternoon, Blaine woke up and didn't immediately cough. "You're looking better," Kurt observed.

Blaine smiled. "I think it's because I had such a good nurse," he teased, smirking when Kurt stuck his tongue out at him. "But seriously, thank you so much for today. I mean, after Tyler this morning -" he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, he told us. Are you okay?"

Blaine shrugged and bit his lip. Kurt moved to the edge of Blaine's bed and wrapped an arm around him, internally feeling a bit upset himself that Blaine really was cut up about it.

"Yeah. I mean, as awful as it sounds, I'm not sad that we broke up. I actually don't know what I saw in him and I've been trying to figure out how to break up with him for a while now -"

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" Kurt blinked, stunned at the confession.

"I guess telling you would have meant I had to come clean about some other stuff. Particularly, about why I started dating him at all, even though he was an idiot."

Kurt shifted a little, suddenly acutely aware of his arm resting against Blaine's skin. "So, are you going to tell me why you dated him?"

And now Blaine was blushing slightly, ducking his head to avoid Kurt's eyes. "I - I guess I was hoping to make you jealous."

Oh.

"You wanted to make me jealous?" Kurt squeaked out, immediately wincing at the sound of his own voice.

Blaine shrugged. "I - yeah. I know you don't see me the same way, and that's alright, I'm not going to let it affect our friendship..." Blaine trailed off, staring down at the blankets so forlornly that Kurt couldn't help himself.

"Blaine?"

And as Blaine looked up, Kurt leant in and kissed him.

It was only brief, Blaine pulling away quickly mumbling something about Kurt getting sick, but it was enough. Blaine was still incredibly pale so Kurt helped him back into bed and headed back to his room, unable to keep the smile off his face.

Of course, when Kurt woke up the next morning his throat was aching, his nose running and he couldn't stop coughing. Quickly pulling out his phone, he sent a text to Blaine.

I'm sick. Want to keep me company? - Kurt

A few seconds later his phone buzzed.

Be there in fifteen. - Blaine x

This is for all the people who told me they were getting sick of Kurt liking Blaine and admitting it thinking Blaine didn't feel the same. So here you go :)