Blaine sighed to himself as he got into his car. The first thing he did was blast the heat. He had a hoodie, a T-shirt underneath that and sweatpants on, but he was still freezing. He hadn't planned on getting out, but Finn had texted him that morning and told him Kurt was sick and wanted him. He knew it had to be bad if Kurt was actually admitting to being sick. Finn told him he had a bad headache and had thrown up, so Blaine got up to go see him.

But Blaine wasn't feeling well at all, either. His throat was scratchy and sore, he couldn't breathe through his nose, and his chills were getting worse. But Kurt needed him, so he put all his problems aside. And if he was already sick then he didn't have to worry about spreading anything.

When he got to his boyfriend's house he knocked three times, and then heard someone tell him to come in. He stepped inside and shut the door quietly behind him. Kurt was on the living room couch, curled up under a blanket with only his head visible. Blaine smiled and sat down next to him.

"Hi," Kurt peeped.

"Hi, honey. How are you feeling?" he asked. Kurt pulled the blanket tighter around him, and Blaine coughed into his elbow as he kicked his shoes off.

"My head hurts," he mumbled. Blaine felt his forehead. He didn't have a fever, so that was good.

"Where is everyone?" he asked him.

"Finn left to hang out with Rachel. Dad's at work. Carole's upstairs getting another blanket," he explained. Blaine closed his eyes as he went into another coughing fit. His throat was so scratchy he was afraid of losing his voice. He opened his eyes again and saw Kurt looking over at him worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"Mm hmm," he lied. "Just a cough." He had to take care of Kurt. He told himself he could go home and go to bed later. Carole came down the stairs just then, and walked over to them.

"Hi, Blaine," she greeted. He smiled to her in return, and she turned to Kurt, draping the blanket over him. "Is there anything else you need, honey?" he shook his head and thanked her.

"Blaine has a cough," he informed her. "Do we have cough drops?"

"Are you okay, Blaine?" she asked him, sitting down and putting her hand on her knee. He nodded.

"Yes, ma'am. It's just my throat. I don't think I'm sick." Carole looked doubtful and pressed her hand against his forehead. He pulled away and shivered.

"No, you're sick," she told him. "I can take you home, if you'd like. But if you want to stay here then we'll get something for you to take." Blaine would've preferred his own bed of course, but he didn't want to leave his boyfriend when he was obviously feeling as bad as him.

"I'd like to stay with Kurt," he told her. "If that's okay."

"Of course. Here, get comfortable. I'll get you a blanket from Kurt's bed," she said, heading back up the stairs. Blaine turned to look back at his boyfriend.

"We can be sick together," Kurt told him. Blaine smiled. "Thanks for staying with me."

"You're welcome. At least if I cough on you you can't get any sicker," he joked. Kurt laughed weakly. They heard Carole on the stairs again, and she came and tucked a blanket around him. He still felt cold, but it was a little better. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, honey. I'm going to make you both something to eat," she said. The thought of eating was enough to make his stomach hurt. He didn't want to have to swallow anything.

"You don't have to do that," he told her. "I really don't feel like eating."

"I'm too tired," Kurt complained.

"Just some soup," she coaxed. "I promise you'll like it. If you don't then you don't have to eat anymore, but you need energy to get better." Blaine didn't want to argue with her when she was taking good care of him.

"Alright," he sighed. "Thank you so much, Mrs. H."

"Not a problem, honey. Kurt, you need to eat, too," she told him, smoothing his hair back before disappearing into the kitchen.

"Want me to turn on the TV?" he asked. Kurt nodded, and Blaine watched Sleepless in Seattle with him while Carole fixed their food. Kurt leaned into him, laying his head on his shoulder. Blaine played with his hair idly until Carole brought their food in for them. He helped Kurt sit up and then took an experimental bite of his soup. It was hot, but not too hot, and it felt good on his raw throat.

"Taste good?" Carole asked. Blaine nodded.

"Mm hmm. Thank you," he said, taking another bite. She left them alone again, and Blaine ate every bite of his soup. He looked over at Kurt, who was eating much slower than him. "How are you feeling?"

"'m fine. Just not hungry," he mumbled. Blaine set his bowl on the coffee table and managed to convince him to eat the rest. "I think I want to go to sleep now." Blaine smiled. He was pretty exhausted, too.

It was hard for the two of them to lay down on the couch together, but they managed.

"Carole's a pretty good nurse," he told Kurt.

"Mm hmm," he murmured. "She's nice." Blaine laid his head on Kurt's chest, determined to get better so he could take care of him properly.

Author's Notes:

So normally Blaine is a big wimp when he gets sick, but whenever Kurt needs something he just focuses on him, whether something is the matter or not.

Did anyone watch the season finale last night? If so, what did you think?