Kurt stared at the empty seat next to him longingly. Blaine was absent from school, and Kurt had worried and texted him in his second period when he realized he wasn't there. 'Where are you?' he sent. Blaine replied back several minutes later, with a simple one-word response: 'Sick.' That was enough to send him into full panic mode. 'Sick' could've meant anything from allergies or a cold to pneumonia or the stomach flu. He tried to push the worrisome thoughts out of his mind, but they lingered the whole day.

It was the end of the day, glee rehearsal, and he felt so lonely without Blaine sitting to his right. That was how they always sat, every day, and he didn't realize how lonely he felt without him there with him. There wasn't really anyone else he could talk to. Rachel was hanging all over Finn, Tina and Mike were arguing about something, and even Mercedes didn't notice he was alone because she was too absorbed in her conversation with Brittany, Quinn, and Santana. He sighed and texted Blaine again. 'Can I come over after school?' Blaine responded a minute later: 'Sure. I'm home alone, just come inside. I'm on the couch.' It gave Kurt relief knowing it wasn't something too serious, or else his parents would never leave him alone.

He spent the rest of the rehearsal eager to get over to his house. Once the last bell rang, he hurried to his car and left before the parking lot got too crowded. He stopped at Starbucks and got him a hot chocolate in case he was thirsty. He made it to his house in record time after that, and went inside quietly. He'd only been to Blaine's house a couple of times before, but it was always perfectly clean, like the maid had just come that day. He heard coughing and walked into the living room. Sure enough, Blaine was curled up on the couch. He had at least four blankets over him, his hair looked like he'd just gone through a tornado, and he was almost as pale as Kurt. He looked up at him when he walked in.

"Hey," he said, coughing into his elbow. "How was school?"

"Glee was lonely. I was worried about you," he admitted. "What's wrong? Do you have the flu?" Blaine laughed, but it quickly turned to coughing again. Kurt handed him his hot chocolate and he took a drink right away.

"Kurt, I'm fine," he insisted. "I'm not going to die. My throat hurt really bad this morning so my mom took me to the doctor. I have strep, but I think I'll live." Kurt suddenly felt so silly for worrying about it all day.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I just wasn't sure. I wanted to see you and make sure you were okay." Blaine smiled and leaned against his shoulder.

"Don't be sorry, love. I appreciate you being concerned for me. Thanks for the hot chocolate." Kurt

"Anytime. When will your parents be home?" he asked.

"My dad's working until five, and my mom went to my sister's parent teacher conferences, so a couple hours. Are you leaving?"

"No, I don't want you to be alone. Do you want me to make you something to eat?" he offered as he attempted to smooth down Blaine's flyaway hair.

"Actually some soup sounds good." Kurt got up and made sure he was covered up so he didn't get cold, and then went into his kitchen to cook him some soup.

When he went back into the living room, Blaine was starting to fall asleep. Kurt sat back by him and tried to feed him a bite of soup. Blaine grabbed it away from him.

"I can feed myself," he insisted. "I'm not paralyzed." Kurt offered a little smile and let him do it himself. He had barely taken four bites when he decided he was done.

"Honey, you need to eat," he coaxed. "Please?"

"No, I'm not hungry anymore," he sighed. "I'm too tired."

"Do you want me to go home so you can sleep?" he asked. He didn't want to leave him, but if Blaine wanted him to go then he would.

"No, it's okay. You take really good care of me. I don't want you to go. Can we watch a movie or something? I've been watching Teen Mom all day." Kurt got under the blankets next to him and let him pick a movie. It was Napoleon Dynamite, which he hated, but he was willing to watch it if that was what he wanted. He was the sick one, after all. Blaine leaned up against him as the movie started, and Kurt could feel how warm he was.

"Honey, you have a fever. Do you want to take any medicine? I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"M'okay. My throat just hurts, and I took antibiotics earlier. I'm fine, just cold." Kurt wrapped his arm around him and kissed the top of his head.

Thirty minutes into the movie, Blaine started snoring. Kurt smiled to himself and turned off the TV so he could sleep. He wasn't really able to get up with Blaine laying on top of him, but he was willing to stay there with him until he woke up.

Author's Notes:

A lot of people have been asking for sick Blaine, so I decided to write this. I don't write a whole lot of sick Blaine, but if people like it I can do more! I have another chapter written that's set to post on Tuesday about his eye surgery from Season 3.

Also, I posted a chapter of a new story I've written, so go check that out as well!