Blaine honestly felt awful. He wasn't exactly sure why he even showed up to school, but the morning was a blur to him. He was so exhausted he wanted nothing more than to just lie down in his bed and sleep for the afternoon. His throat was horribly scratchy, and he barely had a voice. On top of that, he had a headache and a nasty cough that wouldn't go away no matter what he tried. He didn't think he had a fever, but he still felt bad enough to want to leave school. Kurt had tried to convince him to leave all day, but he didn't want to miss glee club, so he forced himself to push through his classes.

"Honey, you look terrible," Kurt told him candidly. "You need to let me take you home. It's Friday, so if you get some rest over the weekend you'll be all better on Monday."

"No," he croaked, struggling to speak. "Just a few classes left. I'll go home if it gets really bad." Kurt looked at him worriedly before leaving to go to his English class.

Blaine sat through history miserably. All the coughing he did hurt his chest and made his throat worse. Glee rehearsal was probably a lost cause. There was no way he could sing. He struggled to stay awake during the lecture, and he knew in the back of his mind he couldn't make it through the rest of the day.

He found Kurt as soon as the class was over.

"I think I'm gonna go home," he rasped, each word becoming harder on his throat.

"That's a good idea. Want me to take you?" he offered. Blaine shook his head. He didn't want Kurt to be around him more than he had to when he was so gross.

"You can come after school, if you want." He would hopefully be feeling and sounding better, and not as sick looking.

"Okay. I'll text you when I'm on my way so you know I'm coming. And I can bring you something to eat or drink if you'd like." Blaine nodded and turned to go to his locker. He grabbed his book bag and signed out in the nurse's office. He honestly felt too exhausted to drive home, but he told himself that the sooner he left the sooner he could get in bed and relax.

His parents were both working, so he was all alone. He left the door unlocked so he wouldn't have to get up if Kurt came over. After changing into comfortable pajamas, he opened the medicine cabinet to find anything that would help. He decided to just take Nyquil, that way he could sleep peacefully for a few hours and get rid of his cough. He gagged at the taste of it, but swallowed anyway. Once he put the bottle away and got himself a drink, he went up to his room and got in his bed. He felt cold, even under all of his blankets. He realized he wanted Kurt there. He would've tucked him into bed and then gotten him anything he needed. Blaine sighed and closed his eyes, telling himself he would be there soon enough.

"Blaine? Blaine, honey, wake up." He moaned and realized it was Kurt talking. After taking several seconds to really wake up, he rolled over and looked up at him.

"I was asleep?" he asked. He felt funny. He didn't remember going to sleep, he just remembered getting in bed and being cold.

"Yeah, but you weren't sleeping very good. You were restless, and all sweaty." Blaine coughed, his chest sore. The only thing the Nyquil did was knocked him out. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything? I brought you some tea from the Lima Bean."

"I'm fine," he said quietly, his voice getting worse and worse. Kurt helped him sit up and he handed him the cup of tea. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Do you need any cough drops or medicine or anything?" Blaine shook his head as he sipped the drink slowly.

"Don't leave. Can you stay with me? I'm cold." Kurt smiled and sat on the bed next to him. Blaine leaned his head on his shoulder and shivered.

"You feel hot. Have you taken anything?"

"I had Nyquil," he mumbled. Kurt got up and left without saying anything, and returned a few minutes later with a bottle of Tylenol and s cup of water. "How'd you know where everything is?"

"You left the cabinets open in the kitchen." He handed Blaine two pills and the glass. After he swallowed the medicine, he laid back down. "Do you want to watch a movie or something? Or, I can leave and let you rest if you want."

"Movie," he chose, coughing into his elbow. He grabbed his remote off his nightstand and gave it to Kurt. He sat back down by him and turned on his TV.

"What do you want to watch?" he asked.

"Don't care." He was too tired to care. He figured he was going to fall asleep anyway. Kurt put on the first Harry Potter movie, his favorite. He curled up against him, trying to get warm. He covered him up and kissed the top of his head. He didn't want to fall asleep with Kurt over, but he was still so exhausted.

"When are your parents gonna be home?" Kurt asked him.

"Couple hours," he replied. His eyelids felt heavy, so he let himself close his eyes. Kurt put his arm around him and turned the sound on the TV down so he could relax. He was already starting to feel better with Kurt there with him.

Author's Notes:

I'm not sure if what he had is actually laryngitis but whatever.

Also, Blaine is very needy when he gets sick and he can manage to get Kurt to do whatever he wants.