Blaine was beginning to get worried. Warblers rehearsal started five minutes ago, and Kurt was nowhere to be found. When he thought about it, he hadn't seen Kurt all day. They were just getting ready to rehearse their first number for regionals when Kurt came running in.

"Kurt, you're late," Wes scolded him.

"I know, I'm sorry," he apologized, out of breath. "Sorry. It won't happen again." Kurt blushed from embarrassment as he fell in line next to Blaine. He was happy to see him, but something wasn't right. Kurt was much paler than usual, he seemed sluggish and worn out. He didn't want to annoy him, but he had to make sure everything was okay. After everyone left rehearsal and they were alone, he came up to him.

"Kurt, are you okay?" he asked. "You seem a litte off today. You can tell me if something's wrong, you know." Kurt nodded, still not looking up at him.

"I'm okay," he finally replied. "Long week. I'm ready to go home." Blaine felt bad for him. His family was two hours away, and he only got to see them on weekends, and even then he wasn't able to make it home every single weekend. He knew he was having a hard time adjusting, and he was trying everything to make it easier on him.

"Want me to walk you to your room?" he offered. Kurt nodded shyly. Blaine smiled and held the door for him as they walked out of the rehearsal room. He didn't talk nearly as much as he usually did, and he was afraid he did something to upset him. "Kurt, are you sure everything is okay? I want to help you if something's wrong, but I feel like you're not talking to me." Kurt stopped walking and looked down at his feet. His shoulders began to shake and he let out a whimper. Blaine rubbed his back, unsure what was wrong.

"I m-miss my dad, and it's hard h-here, and I've had a b-bad headache all day, and W-Wes was mad at me because I g-got lost and was late," he choked out. Blaine pulled him aside so anyone walking by couldn't tell he was crying. He wrapped his arms around him and held him close until he managed to calm down a little bit.

"Kurt, it's gonna get better. The first few weeks are always the worst, trust me. Wes wasn't mad at you, he just likes to start rehearsal at 3:30 sharp. It drives the rest of us nuts, but you didn't know. He told me himself he likes you a lot and that you're a great addition to the Warblers," he said. Kurt sniffled and rubbed his eyes.

"Really?" he asked.

"Mm hmm." Wes didn't say nice things about a lot of people, but Kurt had really impressed him. "Now, how bad does your head hurt?"

"Really bad," he confessed. "I get migraines a lot." Blaine frowned. He'd had a migraine or two before, and they weren't any fun.

"I'll take you to your room and get you some medicine, and then you can rest, okay?" Kurt nodded, and Blaine walked with him the rest of the way to his dorm. Since he came in the middle of the year, he didn't have a roommate. The second they got inside, Kurt broke away and stumbled over to his trashcan. Blaine hurried behind him and managed to get him sitting on his bed before he threw up. He rubbed his back and couldn't help but feel awful for him. The last thing he needed on top of everything was to get sick. After he had finished, he began to cry again. "Oh, Kurt, don't cry." Kurt laid his head on his shoulder and Blaine hugged him. "It's gonna be okay. Come on; let's get you comfortable. Where are your pajamas?"

"T-top drawer," he sniffled. Blaine tossed him a T-shirt and some sweatpants.

"Change your clothes. Where's your medicine?"

"Desk drawer." Blaine got his medicine and a drink of water, then helped him swallow the large pill and lay down.

"There. Are you comfortable?" he asked. Kurt nodded and even smiled a little. "Good. Do you want anything to eat?" he shook his head.

"Not hungry. My head hurts," he moaned, curling up in the fetal position on his side.

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed. "You're gonna be okay. Just get some rest. Do you want me to stay here with you until you fall asleep?"

"Yeah," he murmured. "I have homework to do, though." Blaine had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Kurt had a migraine and had just taken strong pain medicine and all he cared about was getting his homework done.

"Don't worry about it," he told him. "Your teachers will understand you have a lot going on. Quit worrying about school and try to relax."

"'Kay," he agreed sleepily. Blaine pulled a chair up next to his bed and sat with him until he was sure he was asleep. He didn't want to leave him alone, so he sat at Kurt's desk to do homework of his own, determined to be there when Kurt woke up.

Author's Notes:

I hope everyone liked yesterday and today's postings! I was surprised at the amount of readers I got. I hope everyone is enjoying my writing! Again, please feel free to leave reviews of any comments you have, or any constructive criticism. Prompts are always accepted!