Question 4: What would constitute a perfect day for you?

Phlegm. Blaine could feel it clogging his body. His head weighted a ton but he knew he had to get up from his bed and eat something. Maybe after five more minutes. But then he heard noises coming from the kitchen and he knew Kurt hasn't left for his classes yet.

"Good borning."

Kurt looked at him alarmed

"Sorry to say that, but you look awful."

Blaine wiped his nose in a cloth handkerchief:

"I feel awful."

He sat down next to Kurt and kept staring at nothing, wiling his headache away. Suddenly, a cup of steaming tea appears in front of him. He looked up and Kurt smiled:

"You need to drink plenty of fluids to get better. I still have five minutes before I have to leave. Do you want oatmeal or blueberry pancakes?"

"Would you cook for me? Really?"

Kurt was already on his way to take the ingredients for pancakes (Blaine's favorites):

"Of course, silly. You look like you are going to hurt yourself trying to get up from that chair."

Blaine tried to mock laugh but a fit of cough replaced it. Kurt approached him and touched his forehead. Blaine leaned into the touch.

"It seems like you have a fever. Do you have medicine for that?"

Blaine groaned:

"I think so. Anyway, I'll eat and then go back under the covers."

Blaine was laying with his head on Kurt's lap. The blue-eyed boy was feeding him a strawberry. Out of a sudden, Blaine felt a soft touch on his arm and someone calling his name. He woke up to real-life Kurt's head at the same distance that dream-Kurt's face had been. He smiled at Blaine and said in a smooth voice:

"Sorry to wake you up; you can go right back to sleep after you take the pill for your fever."

Blaine grinned goofily:

"Am I still sleeping? Didn't you just go out?"

Kurt smiled and took a curl out of Blaine's eyes:

"I went out to buy your medicine. I cancelled my plans for today to take care of you."

"Of me? Why?"

"Because… because that's what's friends do."

Blaine was too tired to press Kurt for what he had left unsaid. He just smiled, took the medicine and his eyes could no longer stay open. He woke up some time later to the smell of something good coming from the kitchen. Blaine wrapped up his covers around himself and got on his way to the smell. Kurt had his back to him and was humming while he cooked. Blaine cleared his throat announcing his presence.

Kurt turned to him and grinned:

"You are sweating; that's a good sign."

"I feel a little better."

Kurt approached him and touched his forehead again. Blaine closed his eyes while he enjoyed the touch.

"Looks like you no longer have a fever. Why don't I run you a bath and we can eat after?"

"Thank you, but I'm really really hungry. I rather just take a shower and come to eat sooner."

"Fine by me."

"This broth was delicious, Kurt. I don't know what'd have done without you."

Kurt blushed a little:

"You'd have ordered out and we both know a homecooked meal will help you heal faster."

"I'm feeling much better, thank you. Care to watch a movie with me? I don't feel like sleeping right now."

"Only one movie and I have to study. Can I choose it?"

"Today, you could ask anything of me."

Kurt reddened up to his ears in such an adorable way. They were soon together on the couch watching the opening sequence of Moulin Rouge.

Around the time Come What May was playing, Blaine could see Kurt was tearful. He wanted more than anything to comfort the boy he loved so much.

"What's the matter, Kurt?"

"This damn movie!", said Kurt with tears by his cheek now.

Blaine snorted:

"But you chose it!"

"I know! I love this movie, but I also know Satine is going to die."

"She's just a character."

"Don't come; you also cry when your favorites die."

"True, but I'm not that tearful. What's the matter?"

"It's silly…"

Blaine looked deeply into his eyes:

"You know you can tell me anything."

"Fine… It's just that I always wanted Come What May to play at my wedding and…"

Blaine felt hopeful:

"And?"

"Nothing, never mind."

He held a pillow against his chest and frowned. Blaine knew Kurt wouldn't say another word on the matter. He tried something else:

"Kurt, I'm cold. Could I hug you?"

Kurt approached him and rested his head on Blaine's chest. Blaine was engulfed by Kurt's delicious smell, a mix of his shampoo and some aromatic herb he had used to cook. Unconsciously, he let out a sigh. Kurt giggled:

"See something you like?"

"Yeah."

"Me too. Ewan McGregor is so dreamy in this movie."

Ewan McGregor? Blaine almost confessed his love and Kurt was dreaming of a Hollywood star.

Blaine ended up snoozing off on the couch. However, he woke up and Kurt was still in his arms, only he was now watching America's Next Top Modell.

"Hi, sleepy-head."

"You are still here? Didn't you have to study?"

"I didn't want to move and wake you up. You need your sleep today."

"Speaking of sleep, I'll go back to bed then."

After brushing his teeth and getting back under the covers, Blaine heard a soft knock on his door. He called Kurt in and he entered light-feeted.

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better; you took very good care of me today. Thank you, for everything."

Kurt adjusted the covers around him and kissed his forehead.

"No fever. Sweet dreams."

Blaine hummed satisfied; he knew exactly what he'd dream about.