"Blaine?" Kurt said. "What's the matter with you?" Blaine moaned as he held his head up. They were thirty minutes into their five-hour bus ride to Chicago to compete at Nationals, and he was already feeling sick.

"I'm fine," he lied. "I get a little bus sick, that's all." Kurt looked at him, concerned.

"Are you going to throw up?" he asked. Blaine shook his head.

"I don't think so. I just don't feel very good." His stomach was beginning to hurt, but he told himself from the second they left McKinley that he wasn't going to get sick.

"Do you want to trade seats with me?" Kurt offered. "That way you won't have to look out the window." Blaine nodded and switched with him.

Trading seats seemed to help for a little bit, but he quickly started to feel bad again. He'd hardly eaten anything all day, but he was feeling like he was going to throw up.

"You okay?" Kurt asked. He nodded and closed his eyes. Kurt rubbed his back and he managed to relax a little, but he still felt dizzy and nauseous.

They stopped for dinner and a bathroom break, but Blaine wasn't hungry at all. He spent most of the break in the sketchy bathroom at Taco Bell, unsure if he was going to throw up. Thankfully he was feeling better since he was off the bus, so he didn't.

Kurt sat with him at a booth in Taco Bell while everyone else ate. He said he'd rather be hungry than eat fast food, and Blaine didn't feel like throwing up on the bus in front of everyone.

"Why didn't you tell me you got motion sickness?" Kurt asked him. "I would've brought you some medicine from home. I don't think Mr. Shue brought any."

"I'm okay," he insisted. "I just get kind of nauseous on long trips. If I fall asleep then I should be okay for the rest of the way there. Kurt looked at him doubtfully, but didn't say anything.

Back on the bus, he started off feeling a little better, but he quickly went downhill. He laid his head on Kurt's shoulder and tried to close his eyes and go to sleep, but nothing worked.

"Kurt," he said, pressing his hand over his mouth. He could tell he was going to be sick, but he was doing everything he could not to.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "Are you gonna throw up?" Blaine nodded and tried to take a deep breath as Kurt pulled him to the front of the bus. There was an empty seat behind Mr. Shue, so Kurt sat him down and put the trashcan in his lap. "There you go. It's okay."

Blaine turned around so he wouldn't put on a show for the whole bus, and felt Kurt rub his back. They went over a bump, and he choked and threw up into the bucket. His face felt hot and he wanted to stop, but his stomach cramped again and he threw up what little was left in his stomach. Kurt got him a drink from his water bottle and sat down next to him. Miss Pillsbury refused to help because of her OCD, but Mr. Shue pulled over and got him some medicine. As much as he hated the taste of Pepto-Bismol, he really didn't want to get sick again. He took the medicine and walked behind Kurt back to their seat.

Mr. Shue started to drive again, and Blaine just wanted to sleep. Kurt got out his pillow and blanket and let him curl up against him.

"How much longer?" he mumbled.

"About two and a half hours. Think you can go to sleep?" he asked. Blaine sighed. It was worth a try. He leaned against Kurt and realized how tired he was. Kurt put his arm around him, and he did his best to rest.

When he woke up, they weren't on the highway anymore. He sat up and stretched, feeling much better.

"It's about time," Kurt teased. "We're almost to our hotel. How are you feeling?"

"Better. I'm still tired though. Do we have to rehearse, or are we going straight to bed?" he asked.

"We have all day tomorrow to rehearse. Mr. Shue wants us to get plenty of sleep." Blaine sighed in relief. The last thing he wanted to do was stay to up rehearse yet again.

At their hotel Blaine fell into bed. He was completely exhausted from travelling, getting sick, and trying to sleep on a bumpy bus. All of the boys were in one room because they couldn't afford to split everyone up, so Kurt laid down next to him.

"I'm tired," Blaine said sleepily.

"Me, too." Kurt yawned and scooted closer to him. Blaine turned over to he was facing him and draped his arm over him. He was just glad they finally made it, but all he wanted to so was sleep.

Author's Notes:

I just really love writing Kurt taking care of Blaine.