The second Kurt woke up, he knew something was wrong. The telltale soreness, chills, stuffy nose and throbbing headache said it all. He was sick. Of course, he would never admit it to anyone. He despised being dependent on others to take care of him, even his dad and Carole and Blaine. He was just about to get up for school when he realized it was Saturday. He let out a happy sigh and laid back down, huddled under several blankets.

The sound of his own coughing woke him up. He looked at his bedside clock. It was only 8:30 in the morning. His throat was dry and scratchy, but he didn't want to get up to get a drink. He smelled bacon cooking in the kitchen, but it just made him want to throw up. He heard footsteps, and there was a soft knock on his door. It was his dad.

"Hey, kiddo. Carole's cooking crêpes and bacon. Wanna come down to eat? You're normally up by now."

"No, thanks." He was trying to sound casual. "I'm not hungry right now. Maybe in a little bit. I'm still kind of tired."

"Okay. I'm leaving for work here soon. Finn's at Puck's so it's just you and Carole today, alright?" Kurt nodded. He didn't want his dad to have to miss work to take care of him. He heard him leave for work several minutes later, and that was when he decided to go downstairs. He knew he was going to have to come down for breakfast at some point or Carole would get worried.

"Good morning, honey," she greeted. "Would you like something to eat?"

"Can I just have some toast, please?" he asked. "I'm not very hungry." Carole agreed in a heartbeat, and got up to make him his food.

"Would you like some juice?" she offered.

"No, thank you," he mumbled. He sat at the table and laid his head down. The cool glass of the table felt good on his cheek. He heard a plate being set down next to him, and felt a hand on his back.

"Kurt, are you okay?" she asked. "You don't seem like yourself." Before he could make up another lie, she felt his forehead and frowned. "Oh, honey, you have a fever."

"Please don't tell my dad," he begged. "I don't want him to miss work. I'm okay, really."

"Whoa, slow down," she said. "When did you start to feel sick?"

"Just this morning when I woke up," he confessed. "I didn't want my dad to have to stay home, though. Don't tell him, Carole, please."

"I'll tell him when he calls later, but I'll make sure he knows I'm taking care of you so he doesn't have to come home. Deal?" Kurt nodded. "Come on, let's get you comfortable on the couch." Kurt got up and laid down on the soft couch that was just long enough for him to stretch out on. She got him a pillow and multiple blankets, and gave him the remote. "I still want you to eat your toast and drink some juice. I'll get you some Tylenol so you can start feeling a little better." Kurt thanked her, and ten minutes later he had eaten and taken medicine, and was ready to take a nap.

When he woke up he felt ten times worse. He was freezing cold, his chest hurt from all the coughing he had been doing, and every muscle in him ached. He moaned and called out for Carole.

"What is it, honey?" she asked.

"I don' feel good," he mumbled. "I feel worse." She felt his forehead and cheeks again.

"Oh, yeah. I think your fever's gone up a little." He was worried she was going to call his dad and have him come home. "It's okay, though. Don't worry; we'll get you feeling better. Are you hot or cold right now?"

"C-cold," he stuttered.

"I'll get you some more blankets and some socks to put on your feet. How about some hot tea? Do you think that would help your throat?" she suggested. He nodded, and she quickly had him warmed up with a thermos full of his favorite tea. He still couldn't breathe through his nose, so she set up a humidifier in the corner of the room to help him breathe. Finally, she sat next to him and agreed to watch Sound of Music with him. It was his go-to sick movie, and his mom would watch it with him when he was little and was sick, but too worked up to go to sleep. "Do you think you're starting to feel a little bit better?" he nodded. "That's good. Hopefully you'll be feeling up to eating dinner tonight. I'm making that chicken recipe you like." He nodded again, anxious to get his appetite back.

"Thank you for taking care of me," he said absently, focused on the movie.

"It's not a problem, Kurt. I want you to feel better. I love you." Kurt paused. Carole had told him on several occasions that she loved him, but he had never said it back to her.

"I love you, too."

Author's Notes:

Ahh I love it when Carole takes care of Kurt. She's all motherly to him and he's not used to it but he secretly loves it.

I hope everyone is liking this and my new story I started yesterday! I'm working on several things so if you've given me a prompt, I've seen it and I am working on it and hopefully I'll get all of them up in a few days. Posting another sick Blaine tomorrow!