So... with my crazy amount of WIP's in progress, plus adding another four chapters to Kiss, you think I wouldn't sign up for anything new, right? Yeah, well I'm crazy.

Chasing Aspirations has set me a Kliss challenge with 14 days of prompts. Every night at 10pm I'll get a new prompt with three or four words that I have to put into a story revolving around Kurt and Blaine kissing and it has to be posted by 10pm the next night. So 24 hours to write each story which won't be posted here, but in a new story. I'll be getting my first prompt tonight, so you'll see the first chapter of that tomorrow. And just to make it clear, that story will not take any other prompts from other people. It's strictly a 14 day thing.

From TaylorrStrife and similarly prompted by Kat3418 and Laa-Fro'se: Kurt being sick and Blaine having to take care of him and since Kurt has a high fever and is disoriented he admits his feelings to Blaine.

I got a response on the sick!Blaine chapter saying that it was good we didn't have to see sick Kurt because he'd probably whinge the whole time... so cue whingeysick!Kurt ;)

I will be honest, I took inspiration from one of the chapters of Comfortable by storyofthehour and Lortab by UniversalOverlordess to write these fics. Lortab is my favourite sick fic by far because it features druggedup!Kurt who's totally loopy. I didn't steal though, but if anybody thinks I did then I apologize. I could never dream of writing stuff like they have.

Loopy

Blaine woke to the harsh buzzing of his alarm clock. He groaned, reaching over to turn it off as he attempted to peel his eyelids open. He had stayed up late the previous night working on an assignment and it felt like he had only slept for about three hours. Probably because he had.

Rolling over and picking up his phone, he smiled when he saw a message from Kurt. Kurt was nearly always up earlier than Blaine, taking a lot more time to perfect his hair and skin for the day, and frequently sent Blaine a text to make sure he was awake and not sleeping in. Opening the message, Blaine frowned at the contents.

npt goin 2 school

Kurt was the most articulate texter that Blaine knew - resorting to shorthand, spelling mistakes and not even bothering to sign off were sure indications that something was wrong. Blaine briefly wondered whether Kurt had another nightmare before deciding that calling his friend would probably give the best answers.

Pressing the phone to his ear, he waited until he heard the sound of Kurt's voice on the end of the phone. "H'lo?"

Kurt sounded tired, frustrated and his voice was raspy, which led to only one possible conclusion. "Hey, are you sick?"

There was a cough from the other end before Kurt snarked back a reply. "No, I like to sound like this for fun." Blaine suppressed a chuckle, knowing it would only make his friend more annoyed. "Yes, I feel like absolute crap."

"Okay, give me five minutes and I'll come down and check on you."

Kurt sighed on the other end. "You are aware that you're not my mother, right?"

"Perfectly." Blaine pulled himself out of bed, walking over to the closet to grab his uniform. "Be there soon."

He hung up, quickly putting his uniform on and heading into the bathroom to fix his hair, an art he had perfected down to one minute. By the time he was ready to leave, Wes was stirring and looking at him blearily. "What's the rush?"

"Kurt's sick, I'm going down to check on him." Blaine grabbed his tie and looped it around his neck as Wes sat up.

"What's wrong with him?"

Blaine finished tying the tie and picked up his bag. "Sounds like the flu. I'm not sure but he really didn't sound good. Do you still have that medicine you used when you got sick?"

Wes nodded, pointing towards a drawer. Blaine pulled it open and grabbed the tablets. "Okay, make sure his teachers know he's not going to be in. And depending on how bad he is, I might stick around with him." He caught the smirk on Wes's face and shook his head. "To look after him, Wes. Do you honestly think I'd make a move on Kurt while he's sick?

"No, because you don't make a move on Kurt, ever. It's getting a bit frustrating watching you both." Wes pulled himself out of bed, beginning to get ready for the day and Blaine rolled his eyes at his friend.

"Input appreciated, really. See you later."

Blaine headed out of the room and down to Kurt's. Because Kurt had transferred mid-term, he was given a single room, a perk Blaine had often been jealous of considering his roommate was sane one minute and crazy gavel-wielding Council Member the next. Knocking on the door, Blaine waited for a muffled affirmative before opening it and sticking his head in. As soon as he saw Kurt, he had to force back his laughter with every ounce of self restraint he possessed.

Kurt was sitting up in bed, his arms crossed. His hair was an absolute mess, there were bags under his eyes and he looked like he hadn't slept a wink. But what really got to Blaine was the disgruntled, yet so adorable pout on his face. "Blaaaaaaine," he whined. "I'm sick."

"I can see that." Blaine entered the room, shutting the door behind him and pulling up a chair.

"I never get sick. I'm healthy! You're the one who should be sick, you don't eat properly or sleep enough. Why is it me?"

Blaine pressed a hand to Kurt's forehead, noticing the complaining stopped instantly. His friend's forehead was warm, and Kurt angled his head into the touch as if it felt good - which it most likely did considering the difference in temperature. "Yeah, you're burning up. Have you taken any medication?"

Kurt shook his head. "I don't have any. Because I never get sick." He reached up as Blaine went to move his arm, keeping his hand firmly in place.

Blaine chuckled. "Yes, you've made that clear."

Bad move. Kurt huffed, crossing his arms again dramatically. "Don't you sass me, I'm sick!"

Blaine considered telling Kurt that wasn't an excuse, but didn't want to wind up his crush any further. "Okay, I'm sorry. Here, I brought this from our room. I'll get you some water, I think they'll knock you out for a little while which should help."

As he stood and moved into the bathroom, he heard Kurt start coughing. As soon as he had finished, there was an indignant reply. "Help? Are you saying you're sick of me being awake?"

Blaine rolled his eyes affectionately, turning back to bring the water to Kurt. "Sleep will make you feel better, silly." He continued before Kurt could fire up any more. "Take a couple of those, I'll go to my first class then come and check on you in my study period, okay? I've got my phone if you need anything."

"I'm not useless, Blaine." But Kurt picked up the tablets and took them before lying back down, and Blaine could see the glimmer of appreciation in his eyes.

"Never said you were. Try to sleep, okay? I'll be back soon."

Blaine left the room, waiting until he was far enough away from Kurt's room to let out the laughter. Kurt was a diva at the best of times, but when he was sick it was truly something else. And for some reason, it just endeared him to Blaine even more.

In the middle of Math, Blaine was drawing idly on a piece of paper when his phone buzzed. Checking to make sure the teacher was busy working with other students, he slid the phone out of his pocket and read the text.

Can you please come and tell Wes to get out of my room and stop trying to hit me with his gavel? It's not appreciated. - Kurt

Blaine stared at the text for a couple of minutes, then turned to Wes who was sitting right next to him. "Did you happen to go to Kurt's room within the last ten minutes and threaten to hit him with your gavel?"

Wes stared at him like he was crazy, so Blaine slid his phone over under the desk. Wes read the text and snorted with laughter. "Sounds like the pills are working. Maybe 'I'll' knock him out so he can sleep more."

"I'd better go and check on him. I do remember what happened the last time you took those pills." Wes wisely decided not to argue, considering the last time Wes was sick, Blaine had come back to the room to find the boy sitting in the bottom of the shower arguing with 'Thad' about setlists. It had taken Blaine ten minutes to convince Wes that Thad wasn't conspiring to take his spot as Head Warbler before the boy would go back to bed.

Excusing himself by saying he wasn't feeling well, Blaine quickly headed up to Kurt's room. Not sure what to expect, he pushed the door open gingerly and stepped in. "Kurt?"

Kurt was sitting up again, except this time tears were pouring down his cheeks and he had his phone clutched to his ear. "But I thought you loved me!" he sobbed down the phone.

Blaine immediately moved to sit on the edge of the bed, taking the phone from Kurt who didn't resist, throwing his arms around Blaine and sobbing into his shoulder. Blaine lifted the phone to his ear to hear a voice on the other end. "... don't know what I did wrong, dude, you need to tell me."

"Finn?"

"Blaine? I didn't do anything, I promise! He just called me and asked me some weird stuff and I said I didn't know what he was talking about and he lost it!"

Blaine chuckled. "It's alright, Finn. He's sick and I think the medicine's made him a bit loopy." There was a sigh of relief from the other end and Blaine laughed again. "What was he asking exactly?"

"Something about these guys, Wes and David I think? Anyway, he wanted to know whether he was the only one who had caught onto their secret love affair."

Blaine was biting his lip, trying to hold the laughter back. "Um... right. It's probably in your best interest to forget about that..."

"Will do. I don't want to think about you and Kurt, much less whoever they are."

"Um... me and Kurt?"

There was silence. "Oh, he didn't - um, nothing. Nothing at all. I've got to go."

The line went dead and Blaine frowned. From the way Finn was talking, it sounded like he had reason to believe Kurt and Blaine were a couple. The only reason he'd think that would be if Kurt had admitted his feelings or something...

"Does Finn hate me now?"

Kurt had lifted his head from Blaine's shoulder, still sniffing a little. Blaine shook his head, smiling affectionately and pushing those thoughts away to think over later. "No, of course not."

"Good." Kurt made no move to unwrap himself from Blaine. "I love Finn. But not like a boyfriend, like a brother. I tried loving Finn like a boyfriend but he didn't want a boyfriend."

Kurt had told Blaine about his crush on Finn, so that didn't come as much of a shock. Kurt still sounded like he was under the effect of the medicine though, so Blaine definitely wanted to stick around to see what came out of his mouth next.

"So now I love you like a boyfriend but I don't think you want me as a boyfriend so I haven't told you." Kurt was staring at him, completely oblivious to what he had just said. Blaine felt his jaw drop before collecting himself. He... he loves me?

Kurt yawned, unwrapping his arms from Blaine to rub his eyes. "M'tired, Blaine. Why am I tired?"

"Because you're sick." Blaine couldn't know how much stock to put in Kurt's words until the medicine wore off and the boy was better. "Lie down and get some more sleep, alright?"

Kurt obediently lay down and Blaine moved to stand before finding his wrist caught in Kurt's hand. "Don't leave me?"

"I won't. I'm just moving to the chair." Blaine sat back down next to Kurt who hadn't released his hand.

"Good," Kurt muttered, his eyes sliding closed. "Love you, Blaine."

He wasn't sure whether Kurt would remember anything, but either way it didn't matter so much anymore. "I love you too, Kurt."

Blaine used his free hand to flip a page of the book he was balancing on his knee. He had already missed his study period and Geography class as Kurt still hadn't wanted to let him move. Sneaking a glance at the boy, he found him still asleep but with more colour in his face. The medicine was definitely doing its work.

Not for the first time in the past few hours, Blaine wondered how he was going to handle things when Kurt woke up. If the boy remembered what he had said, he would probably be embarrassed beyond belief, that or try and pretend he didn't mean it. But if he didn't ... well, Blaine didn't know if he could go without asking. Either way, he was going to find out Kurt's feelings that day.

Kurt shuffled a little, rolling onto his stomach and releasing Blaine's hand. A second later his eyes flickered open and he groaned. "I actually feel almost normal again."

"That's good. Guess the drugs worked." Blaine did his best to fight back a smirk.

Kurt's eyes fixed on him and Blaine could see they were focused again - clearly the effects had worn off. He sat up again, rolling his neck so it cracked. "I had the weirdest dream. I dreamt that Wes was hitting me with his gavel and then I called Finn and yelled at him and then you came in..." Kurt trailed off as Blaine held up his phone. "Oh.. no. No, I didn't?"

"I'm afraid you did." Blaine placed the phone down and waited as Kurt's mind ran through everything that had happened. "Wes wasn't here though, you dreamt that one up yourself."

Kurt chuckled slightly, but his mind was still thinking furiously. Blaine saw the moment he remembered - his eyes widened and his head snapped around to stare at Blaine. "I - um. Did I...?"

"Yes." Because, really, how else could he have put it?

Kurt buried his head in his hands. "I can't believe I told you." And that sealed it for Blaine, Kurt really did love him. He couldn't stop the grin from erupting across his face as the boy mumbled incoherently between splayed fingers. Blaine simply waited, hoping Kurt would remember for himself.

And then his head shot up. "You...?"

Blaine nodded, still grinning from ear to ear. "If I'd known all it would take to find out you love me back was medicine, I'd have drugged you up ages ago," he teased lightly, watching as the smile crossed Kurt's face.

"Say it again?" Kurt suddenly looked shy, ducking his head. Blaine chuckled fondly, reaching out to lift his chin gently.

"I love you, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt's face absolutely lit up and Blaine knew if he hadn't loved the boy before, he would have after that look. He reached out to take one of Kurt's hands, running his thumb over it lightly.

And then Kurt looked back at him. "I love you too, Blaine Anderson."

Blaine wasn't sure his heart could handle much more, but he had no choice because the next thing he knew, Kurt's lips were on his, kissing tentatively as if he wasn't sure it was the right thing to do. Blaine responded, trying to speak without words and tell Kurt it was more than the right thing.

And then Kurt was pulling away, looking horrified. "I can't believe I just did that!" Blaine's heart attempted to break into a thousand pieces until Kurt spoke again. "I'm sick, I probably just gave you my germs and then you're going to get sick and if you're sick I won't want to kiss you because then I'll get sick again -"

Blaine settled the matter by attaching their lips again. "Nothing as petty as sickness can stop me from kissing you, and that's a promise."

After a few more kisses, he pulled away slightly and murmured against Kurt's lips. "Besides, I have a History exam tomorrow I really wouldn't mind missing. I think we need to keep doing this until I get sick."

Kurt just rolled his eyes and reattached their lips.

I love Kurt's little germaphobe freak-out.

MusicalEscape:

"Pass me the-oops!"

"I. Hate. You. These are new jeans that cost me $300!" *huff*

"I'm sorry, Kurt!"

"Sorry's not going to cut it." *moves away to edge of blanket with all of the food*

Poor, hungry, Blaine.