Kurt took a seat on the couch and waited quietly for Warblers rehearsal to begin. Saturday morning rehearsals always got started late. He didn't really have anyone to talk to since Blaine wasn't there yet. Kurt's newness had worn off, so none of the Warblers really noticed him anymore, except for Blaine. After ten minutes he still hadn't shown up, so Wes got started.
"Does anyone know where Blaine is?" he asked the group.
"He's sick," one of them said. Kurt didn't know his name. "He woke up and said he didn't feel good, so he slept in." Kurt frowned. He hoped it wasn't the flu or something serious. He told himself he was overreacting, but he was still concerned about him.
He didn't realize how boring rehearsal was without anyone to talk to. They rehearsed the songs first, and then worked on their dancing for a little bit.
"Hey, Kurt," David said to him afterwards. He was surprised someone was talking to him. "We're all gonna grab some lunch together. Wanna come?" Kurt looked down at his feet, unsure what to do. He wanted to go hang out with him, but he had a feeling he'd be ignored again. He wanted to go check on Blaine and make sure he was okay.
"No, thank you," he said. "I have a lot of homework to do." he didn't want him to find out he was skipping lunch just to see Blaine.
"Okay. Maybe next time?" Kurt smiled and nodded, and David clapped him on the shoulder before leaving to catch up with the rest of them. Kurt walked back to the dorms and hesitantly knocked on Blaine's door. He didn't want to wake him up if he was sleeping.
"Come in," he heard him say. Kurt opened the door quietly and stepped inside. "Hey, Kurt."
"Hi," he replied. "Someone at rehearsal said you were sick. Are you okay?" he didn't want to get too close to him in case he was contagious, so he stayed by the door.
"I'm fine. You can come over here, I'm not going to infect you," he joked. Kurt smiled and walked over to his bedside. His jaw dropped when he looked at him. He covered his mouth with his hand and his eyes widened. "What's the matter?" Kurt turned and grabbed his handheld mirror off the dressed and handed it to him. Blaine gasped when he saw himself. He had red splotches all over his face. He pulled up his sleeve, and they were on his arms too. "Oh, my gosh. I have chickenpox." Kurt was beginning to panic. He'd had chickenpox before, so he couldn't get it, but he didn't know what to do for him.
"It's okay," he told him. "Have you had any medicine?"
"No," he answered. "I don't feel good, though."
"I have some Tylenol in my room. I'll go get you some and make you something to eat."
"No, don't leave," he pleaded, grabbing his hand. "I'm not hungry."
"Blaine, you have to take medicine if you want to get better," he told him. "I'll be five minutes. You don't have to eat if you don't want to." Blaine slowly let go of his hand.
"Fine. Come back, though." Kurt hurried to leave so he wouldn't be gone for long. He went to his room and got his Tylenol bottle. He didn't have anything else that would help him, although he wasn't sure how to treat chickenpox in the first place. Tylenol was always what he went to if he felt bad. Blaine was waiting for him when he came back. He got him a drink and some pills.
"Here, take this. How are you feeling?" he asked as he helped him sit up.
"I'm sore, and my head hurts kind of. And I'm cold," he listed. Kurt frowned and pulled his blankets up for him.
"I can make you something to eat if you feel like it," he offered a second time. Blaine shook his head. "Do you want me to leave you alone so you can rest?" he didn't want to bug him.
"No, stay. I've been alone all morning," he whined.
"Okay, I won't leave," he promised. He felt dumb; he didn't know what he was supposed to do for a person with chickenpox. "Do you want me to call your parents? You're probably gonna have to see a doctor at some point."
"No," he mumbled. "I'll go to the doctor Monday." Kurt bent over and pressed his hand against his forehead.
"You have a fever," he told him. "I can drive you home if you'd rather be there." Blaine shook his head.
"I'm too tired," he insisted. "Besides, I don't want you to leave me." Kurt felt himself bushing. They'd only kissed for the first time days before.
"I won't leave you," he repeated for the thousandth time. "You should get some rest, though." Blaine scooted over, and Kurt sat on the bed next to him. Blaine laid his head on his shoulder, and he could feel how feverish he really was. He couldn't believe he was freezing cold with a temperature like that. "Let me know if you need anything. If you're uncomfortable I can get you another pillow or something."
"Can we watch a movie?" he suggested. "The remotes on the dresser. DVDs on the shelf." Kurt got up and picked out a stack of movies for him to decide from while he turned on the TV. "Here." He picked Moulin Rouge. Kurt put the disc in his DVD player and got back in bed with him. "Have you had chickenpox before?"
"Mm hmm. I wouldn't be in bed with you if I hadn't." Blaine shivered, so he tucked him in better. "Sure you don't want any food?"
"I'm sure." The movie started, but Blaine couldn't sit still.
"Do you need me to help you get comfortable?" he asked.
"No. I'm hot and cold at the same time," he complained. "And I'm itchy."
"Don't scratch," he warned. "If you scratch a lot it'll leave scars." Blaine moaned, and Kurt took his hands so he wouldn't be tempted to scratch. "You know, if you went to the doctor he'd give you medicine so it won't itch."
"No," he moaned. "He's not even there today." Just by the way he sounded Kurt could tell how miserable he felt.
"I'll help take care of you until then," he promised. "You could come stay in my room, if you wanted. That way your roommate won't bother you."
"I might do that," he sighed. "You owe me. I took care of you when you had that bad migraine. Not right now, though. I'm cold." Kurt put his arm around him and let him snuggle against him. Blaine gets really clingy when he's sick. He wasn't complaining, though.
Author's Notes:
Blaine is like really needy when he's sick and Kurt caters to his every whim.
I'm like really excited for Glee this Thursday. In case you've been living under a rock, Blaine tells Burt he wants to propose to Kurt. I've only been waiting for this moment for like two years.
I've been working on a lot of writing lately, so I have like seven chapters of this story ready to post, and if you've given me a prompt I've more than likely written it, I just haven't posted yet.
People really seemed to like the school shooting chapter from yesterday, so I will definitely be writing a part 2! It'll take me a couple days to write and perfect it, but I am definitely going to post it!