Kurt groaned as his alarm clock went off. He was exhausted, and hadn't slept well at all the night before. He had a horrible sore throat, and couldn't swallow at all. His stomach hurt a little bit and his mouth felt dry and gross. He told himself he would get up in five minutes and closed his eyes.

"Kurt?" he heard Carole say softly. He wasn't sure how much time had passed. "Honey, you're going to be late for school if you don't get up." He really didn't want to go, but she couldn't skip work to stay home with him.

"I'm up," he said as he slowly forced his head off of his pillow. "I'll hurry." Carole left him alone, and he sluggishly got dressed and ready. His head was starting to hurt, and he knew in the back of his mind that there was no way he could make it through a day of school.

After dressHe was wearing his warmest outfit, and he carelessly combed his hair. He knew he had to be sick if he didn't care how he looked. Finally, he trudged down the stairs to the kitchen.

"There you are," Carole greeted. "What would you like for breakfast?" Food was the last thing he wanted. He wasn't sure if he could even swallow anything.

"I'll just make some tea. I'm not feeling very hungry," he told her.

"I can do it, you sit down," she ordered. She turned around to get it started and frowned when she looked at him.

"Oh honey, you don't look good at all." Kurt frowned. He couldn't let her figure out he was sick. He had to at least try and go to school.

"I'm okay," he lied. "What's wrong?" Carole pressed her hand against his cheek and he pulled away from the coldness of her fingers.

"You have a fever, honey."

"I'm cold," he argued. It was starting to hurt just to talk.

"How do you feel?" she asked. Kurt wasn't sure if he should be honest with her or make something up so he could go to school.

"Nothing is wrong," he assured her, sitting down at the kitchen table. She didn't seem convinced.

"Something is wrong for you to be burning up like that."

"My throat just hurts. And my stomach and head, a little bit," he confessed. He was starting to feel hot, so he took off his jacket. Carole turned and disappeared down the hall. He considered just leaving and going to school, but he would probably wind up back at home before the day was over, so he stayed at the table. Carole returned and pressed a cool damp washcloth across his forehead and stuck a thermometer in his mouth.

"Hold it under your tongue, and don't bite it," she instructed. Kurt obeyed and sighed as he began to cool off. The thermometer beeped and she pulled it out. "101.7. Your dad's already left for work, but I'll give him a call. Do you want to lie down on the couch?" Kurt nodded. Hopefully a nap would help his head, but his sore throat wasn't going anywhere. "I'll get you some blankets. Go put pajamas on." He didn't need to be told twice. After going back up to his room and putting his pajamas back on, Carole helped him tuck in on the couch and then went into the kitchen to call his dad. He closed his eyes, too tired to try and eavesdrop.

When he opened his eyes, Carole was feeling his forehead again. He didn't realize he had even fallen asleep.

"I didn't mean to wake you up. I'm sorry," she apologized.

"It's okay. How long did I sleep?" he asked, not completely awake yet.

"Just about an hour. Can you sit up a little? I got you some medicine," she told him. Kurt didn't want to move. He wasn't feeling any better at all, but at least he was warm and as comfortable as he was going to get. Carole saw him struggle and helped him sit. She handed him two big white pills and a cup of water.

"I don't know if I can swallow them," he admitted. Just the size of them made his throat hurt.

"I can cut them in half if you want," she offered. Kurt shook his head and finally got them down after nearly choking. Carole patted his back and sat down by him. "Open your mouth, let me see your throat." Kurt opened his mouth wide and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed as Carole took a look at him. Having a nurse for a stepmom turned out to be a good thing. Hopefully he wouldn't need to go to the doctor. "Your tonsils are pretty swollen. No wonder you can't swallow."

"Do I have to get them taken out?" he worried, covering his mouth with his hand. He wouldn't be able to sing if they took his tonsils out. If he couldn't sing he couldn't compete at Nationals in a month.

"No no, you'll be okay," she told him. "We should probably go to the doctor, though." Kurt shrugged. He hated going to the doctor, but it was better than not being able to sing. Carole helped him lay down again and he pulled his blankets up to his neck. "You get some rest. I'm gonna call your doctor. Would you like me to fix you anything to eat? Maybe just some chicken soup or a little applesauce?" Kurt shook his head. Food still didn't sound good to him at all. "Okay. I'll be in the other room." She handed Kurt the remote before leaving him alone. He didn't feel like going back to sleep just yet, so he turned on The Sound of Music. It was his go-to sick movie.

Before he knew it, his eyelids began to droop and he couldn't stay awake. He turned the volume on the TV down and closed his eyes, telling himself he would just rest for a minute.

Kurt woke up to several voices surrounding him. He blinked slowly and saw Finn and Blaine looking down at him.

"Hey, bro," Finn said cheerily. "Mom said you have tonsillitis. Can I see?"

"No," he grumbled, pulling his blanket over his face. Why is Finn so weird? he wondered. He felt someone sit on the edge of the couch next to him.

"Finn left, he's in the kitchen," he heard Blaine tell him. Kurt dropped his blanket and looked up at him. "How are you feeling, honey?"

"My throat hurts," he croaked. "Why'd you come over?"

"I followed Finn here. He said you were sick, and he let me come over to check on you and make sure you were doing okay," he explained. Kurt grinned a little.

"Can you stay here for a little bit?" he asked him. He was ready for some company.

"Yup, I'll stay with you for a while. Have you been getting some rest?"

"Yeah. I haven't eaten, though. I'm tired even though I've slept all day." He couldn't help but yawn.

"That's okay," Blaine said quietly, running his fingers through his hair. "You're sick. You need as much rest as you can get. Do you want me to get you a drink or anything?" he shook his head. He didn't even want to have to swallow liquids.

"Watch Snow White with me?" he asked him. Blaine smiled down at him.

"Of course." Show White was Blaine's favorite Disney movie, surprisingly. He gave him the remote and let him turn it on, and then sat up so he could snuggle with him. "Close your eyes if you feel tired." Kurt nodded, but was determined to make it through the movie without dozing off.

Carole brought him a bowl of ice cream and made him eat it, along with taking more pills.

"How's your throat?" she asked him.

"Still hurts. I like the ice cream, though. Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome. Let me know if you need anything else." Kurt ate his food slowly, and it soon became tiring. He set the bowl on the coffee table and tried to stay wake, but he couldn't fight it any more. Blaine laid him down and told him to go to sleep. The last thing he felt was his boyfriend kissing his forehead and smoothing back his hair before he heard the front door click shut.

Author's Note:

I love me some Kurt and Carole. All he really wants is someone to mother him and Carole knows that she she's so good to him.

I'm working on several chapters for this story at once so if you've requested something then I've definitely seen it and am going to work on it as soon as I finish typing this.