Kurt curled up on the couch next to his boyfriend and leaned his head on his shoulder. He didn't go over to Blaine's house much, but they had the house to themselves. His parents were at a dance competition with his little sister in Minneapolis, and Cooper was off in New York for some actor's thing.
Kurt had to be back home by six for dinner since it was a Friday, and his family always ate together on Fridays, but they had two full hours. Blaine seemed pretty worn out from the long week at school, so they settled on just watching a movie. There was a thick quilt covering the both of them, but Blaine still said he was cold. Kurt let him take it all for himself. He didn't need it.
"Do you want some heat?" he asked. "It's hot in here, but I can turn the temperature up more if you're cold." Blaine shook his head quickly.
"No, don't get up. I'm fine. Play the movie." Kurt turned on their movie and sat next to Blaine, trying to warm him up.
Twenty minutes into the movie his boyfriend stirred.
"I'm gonna put pajamas on," he mumbled. "These jeans are uncomfortable." Blaine got up and disappeared up the staircase before Kurt could say anything back. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but Blaine was definitely acting strange.
When he didn't come back after ten minutes, Kurt paused the movie and went up to see what he could possibly be doing. His bedroom door was shut, and Kurt tapped on it lightly.
"Blaine?" he called. "What're you doing?"
His boyfriend didn't answer his question, but told him to come in. Kurt twisted his doorknob and frowned. Blaine was awkwardly curled up on his bed, his arms wrapped around his stomach.
"What's the matter?" Kurt asked, stepping closer to him. He was curled up almost in the fetal position.
"I just… my stomach just hurts a little. I was laying down for just a minute. It's okay," he told him. Kurt made him sit up and he helped him get propped up on his pillows. He felt a little bit warm, but not hot.
"Do you think you'll throw up?" he asked him. Blaine shook his head but drew his knees up to his chest.
"No, it just hurts," he repeated. "I want to lay down." Kurt rearranged him so he was lying on his back.
"Do you want some medicine?" he offered. Blaine shook his head again. Kurt walked around to the opposite side of the bed and sat next to him. Their movie date had come to an abrupt end. "Maybe you should get some rest. I can go home if you want to go to sleep."
"No, please don't leave," he begged. Kurt scooted closer to him.
"Okay, I'll stay," he promised. Blaine only got clingy when he was sick. "What about something to drink? Do you want some water or something?" Blaine shook his head, and Kurt helped him get under his covers. He shivered and curled up on his side, facing away from Kurt. Kurt got up from the bed and pulled his desk chair over to his bedside so he could face him.
"When did you start to feel sick?" Kurt asked him. Blaine blinked heavily, struggling to keep his eyes open.
"Uh, right before lunch. I tried to eat, but it just got worse," he explained. Kurt felt his forehead with the back of his hand.
"You have a fever. Why didn't you tell me you were feeling bad?" he asked.
"I was going to," he sighed. "You kind of beat me to it." Blaine drew his knees tighter to his chest and buried his face in his pillow. Kurt rubbed his back, trying to help him feel at least a little better.
"I'm going to get you a drink," he told him. "And some medicine." Blaine nodded, still not looking up at him. Kurt went down the stairs and tried to navigate through the different cabinets in his kitchen. Finally he found the medicine cabinet, and he grabbed an unopened bottle of Tylenol. Pepto-Bismol would've been his first choice, but they didn't have any. Kurt poured him some water into a tumbler, and debated on whether or not he should get him something to eat. Food might help settle his stomach, but it might make him throw up. He decided to skip it for the time being and went back upstairs to his room.
Blaine was lying on his back again, still buried under his covers.
"I got you some cold water," Kurt said softly. "And some Tylenol. You didn't have any Pepto-Bismol, but I can run and get some at the store if that's what you need."
"No no, don't go," Blaine said. Kurt helped him sit up so he wouldn't choke on the medicine.
"Alright, I won't leave," he assured him. "Are you tired?" Blaine waved his hand back and forth, like he wasn't sure if he was or not. Kurt closed his blinds so it would be dark in his room. He sat down on his bed by him and rubbed his back, waiting for the medicine to kick in.
It took a little while, but Blaine slowly relaxed and dozed off. It was pushing 5:30, and Kurt needed to get home to dinner. But he wasn't hungry, and Blaine clearly needed him. He decided to call his dad to see if he could get out of it.
"Kurt, where are you?" Burt said as he answered the phone.
"I'm still at Blaine's," he told him. "He wasn't feeling good and didn't want me to leave. Could I stay here for the evening to take care of him? His parents aren't home."
"No, kiddo. Carole made your favorite dinner, and we're waiting on you. Blaine will be fine, you can go back and see him tomorrow." Kurt didn't want to start an argument he knew he would lose, so he told his dad he was coming and hung up. He didn't want Blaine to wake up and be all alone, so he scribbled him a note on an index card from his desk, and left it on his nightstand before returning home.
He wasn't necessarily worried about Blaine, but it was a little concerning that he was home alone and sick. He didn't seem all that bad, but things could get worse quickly. Kurt sat at the kitchen table, uninterested in his dad's conversation with Finn about football.
It was Kurt's night to help Carole with the dishes. He rinsed off the plates and silverware and she loaded them into the dishwasher. She made small talk with him about school and glee club, but Kurt wasn't really focused on that. He obsessed over his phone, listening for a call from Blaine, or the alert that he had a text from him. But he got nothing, so after he finished the dishes he went upstairs. He asked his dad if he could go back to Blaine's, but he told him no, so Kurt went to his room.
There really wasn't anything good on TV. It was a Friday night, so he didn't want to do homework or go to bed yet. He considered for a moment sneaking out and going back to Blaine's house, but he knew he was just worrying too much. Besides, he couldn't make it from his bedroom window to the ground without breaking something. Blaine would be fine. He wasn't even that sick.
It was nearly ten that night when Kurt's phone rang. It was Blaine, so he answered it on the first ring.
"Hello?" he said.
Blaine's voice sounded strained, like talking was the hardest thing ever. "Kurt… where'd you go?" Kurt panicked. What he had been afraid of was coming true. Blaine needed him and he wasn't there.
"I had to go home," he told him gently. "My dad made me come home for dinner. What's the matter? Are you still feeling sick?" Blaine coughed loudly and moaned.
"Uh huh," he said. "M' stomach hurts, and 'm cold." Kurt had taken his shoes off, but he quickly slipped them back on and went down the stairs. His dad was watching TV with Carole in the living room.
"Dad," Kurt said. "Something's wrong with Blaine. I-I need to go check on him. Can I leave for just an hour?" his dad sighed.
"Fine, you can go. Call me when you're on your way home," he told him. Kurt nodded and grabbed his keys before heading out the door.
"Are you there?" he asked Blaine. He didn't get a response, but he heard him breathing heavily over the phone, which was good enough. "I'm on my way, okay? Hang on for five minutes, then I'll be there."
"Hurry," he whined.
"I am, honey, I am," he promised him. "Where are you? Are you in your bed?"
Blaine choked and started to cough, then it sounded like he threw up. "My bathroom. Upstairs." Kurt drove as fast as he dared without being dangerous. He only ran one red light.
"I'm almost there," he assured him. "Stay on the phone with me."
"I'm tired," Blaine groaned, throwing up again. He sounded like he was crying. Kurt turned into his neighborhood and navigated the empty streets to get to his house.
"I'm here now," he said softly. "I'm gonna hang up, and I'll be inside in a minute. Just hang on." He hung up before Blaine could say anything, and then parked haphazardly in his driveway. All the lights were off downstairs, and Kurt bumped his shin on a table before managing to find the stairs. He went straight down the hall to Blaine's bathroom, and tapped the door lightly before going inside. He looked much worse than when he left him. His normally tan skin was pale white, except for his rosy pink flushed cheeks.
"Kurt," Blaine sighed, sounding relieved. He was curled up on the tile floor, his head resting on the edge of the bathtub. Kurt sat down next to him and pulled him next to him. He was burning up, yet shaking from chills.
"It's okay," he whispered to him, trying to reassure both Blaine and himself. He had been sick before, but Kurt had never seen him in a state like that. It was either just a bad case of the stomach flu, or something much, much worse. "How many times have you thrown up?"
Blaine held up four fingers. Kurt knew he must be getting dehydrated. "Can you come back to bed? Or do you think you need to stay in here a little longer?"
"Here," his boyfriend mumbled. Kurt carefully let him go and went into his bedroom. He pulled a blanket off of his bed and got his cup of water from when he was there earlier. When he came back to the bathroom he covered Blaine up in the blanket and made him take a drink.
"My stomach hurts," he moaned, hanging onto Kurt. He rubbed his back and attempted to relax him.
"It's okay," Kurt soothed. "You're gonna be okay. It's just a bug. It'll pass soon enough." Blaine let go of him and pulled himself up to his feet. He rinsed his mouth out, and Kurt helped him back to bed.
"Don't leave," he pleaded. Kurt sat up next to him and stroked his frizzy curls.
"I won't go." Kurt wasn't about to leave him, but he didn't know what to do. The Tylenol he had given him earlier obviously hadn't done anything to help him. Hopefully by making him drink lots of water he wouldn't get dehydrated, but he had thrown up four times in such a short period of time. Blaine didn't seem to care about any of that, though. He was just in horrible pain, and Kurt couldn't do anything to help him.
Blaine was curled up on his side again, shivering under his thick blankets. Kurt held his hand, unsure of how to help him. Carole was a nurse; he considered calling her.
"Does anything else hurt besides your stomach?" he asked him. Blaine shook his head, keeping his eyes squeezed shut tight. Kurt felt his forehead. There wasn't a digital thermometer in the medicine cabinet, but he didn't need one to know he was way too hot. Kurt pulled out his phone to call Carole. He had to do something, or else Blaine would be miserable all night.
"Hello?" his stepmother answered the phone.
"Carole," he said quietly, not wanting Blaine to hear.
"Kurt? What's the matter, honey?" she asked. Kurt wasn't sure what it was, but Carole was good at telling when something was wrong with him. It was a blessing and a curse.
"Something's wrong with Blaine," he told her. "He's been throwing up, and he has a fever and his stomach hurts really bad and I don't know what to do." Blaine reached out for his hand, and Kurt let him squeeze it.
"Honey, try to relax," she said. "If you're worried then it'll make him get worked up. Do you know how high his fever is?"
"No, I couldn't find a thermometer, but he's burning up. He's in a lot of pain, and I don't know if it's the stomach flu or what. I think he might be dehydrated from throwing up, though." Kurt ran his thumb over the back of Blaine's hand, shushing him as he moaned in pain.
"I think it might be a good idea to bring him to the emergency room," Carole told him. "I can come drive you, or meet you there, but he needs to see a doctor." Kurt frowned. Blaine was a little more comfortable with hospitals than Kurt was, but he wasn't going to want to get out of bed.
"You don't have to do that," Kurt said quickly. "I can do it myself."
"I'm going to meet you at the emergency room in thirty minutes," she persisted. "If you want him to get better you need to trust me." Kurt bit his lower lip hesitantly. Going to the hospital, even if it wasn't for himself, made him nervous.
"Okay. Thank you Carole." He hung up his phone and leaned cautiously over Blaine.
"Hey," he said, shaking his arm gently. "Open your eyes, honey." Blaine looked up at him, still squeezing his hand. "I got off the phone with Carole. We need to go to the doctor, love." Blaine gripped his hand even tighter.
"No," he insisted. "I don't wanna move." Kurt gingerly helped him sit up, and Blaine dug his fingers into his arm.
"It'll be okay," he told him, kissing the top of his head. "Do you want to try to get dressed, or just wear your pajamas?"
"Pajamas," Blaine mumbled, slumping over. Kurt kept his arm around him to support him. He leaned him back so he was resting against the headboard and helped him get his brown Sperrys on. Kurt wrapped a blanket around him and got him to stand up.
"I don't think I can carry you down the stairs," he admitted. "But lean on me as much as you need to. You can lay down in the back of my car." Blaine didn't say anything, but Kurt slowly helped him get down the stairs and out the front door. It was cold and Blaine started to shake again, and doubled over from pain. He broke away from Kurt's arms and got sick in the grass. Kurt helped keep him from falling over, and walked him the rest of the way to his car.
"Wanna sit by you," Blaine choked out. Kurt helped him sit up in the passenger seat and buckled him up. When he came around to the driver's seat Blaine grabbed his hand and curled up in the seat.
"Are you cold?" Kurt asked. He nodded, so Kurt turned on the heat for him. "We'll be at the hospital in a minute. Just hold my hand, okay?" Blaine didn't respond, and Kurt focused on driving carefully.
He didn't want to express his worry in front of Blaine. Making him scared was the last thing he intended to do. Hopefully he could take him home in just a few hours, and it wasn't anything serious. Carole would probably know what was wrong with him. Kurt remembered when Blaine had the flu a couple of months earlier. It wasn't nearly as severe as his symptoms were now. He didn't know what he would do if something was really wrong with him. And with his parents halfway across the country, it had to be scary for Blaine, too.
Kurt parked at the emergency room and led Blaine inside the doors. It was bright and nurses were buzzing about the place. Carole wasn't there yet, so Kurt led Blaine t a chair and went to sign him in.
"How can I help you?" the receptionist asked.
"My boyfriend, he's sick." Kurt pointed over to Blaine and the nurse nodded. "I don't know what's wrong with him, but he can't keep anything down and is in a lot of pain." The woman handed Kurt a clipboard with several blank forms and a pen.
"Go ahead and fill this out. We'll get him seen as soon as possible." Kurt nodded and went back to sit next to Blaine. He knew most of his information. His full name was Blaine Devon Anderson. His date of birth was February 16, 1994. The hard stuff was his social security number and insurance information. Kurt didn't think to grab Blaine's wallet as they were leaving his house, so he just left it blank.
"Have you had any surgeries beside your eye?" Kurt asked him, trying to fill out his medical history. Blaine nodded.
"I can do it," he said, taking the clipboard from him. He filled the rest of the information out quickly and gave it back to Kurt, who returned it to the receptionist.
After a few minutes of waiting, Carole walked in. "Hi, honey," she said to Kurt. She sat down next to him and reached her hand over to pat Blaine's knee. "Blaine, how are you feeling?" apparently he hadn't seen her walk in, because he was just noticing her for the first time.
"I'm…I think I'm okay," he sighed, putting his head back on Kurt's shoulder.
"We'll get you looked at by a doctor," she reassured him, then turned to Kurt. "How long have you been here?"
"About ten minutes. I already got him signed in. We're just waiting now," he explained. In a hushed voice he added, "what do you think is wrong with him?"
"Could be anything. We'll know more once we see an actual doctor. Don't start worrying, though. It's likely just something minor, and we'll only be here for a little bit. If it's something serious we'll get it taken care of, and we'll call his parents. He's going to be okay, though, Kurt." Kurt nodded, wanting to believe her.
It took forever for Blaine to get seen. He became more miserable by the minute, and kept mumbling about wanting to go home. A nurse led them into a triage room and got him situated on the little bed. She checked his temperature and blood pressure as she went over his forms.
"What's been going on tonight?" she asked.
"He's been throwing up all afternoon," Kurt told her. "He has a fever and can't keep anything down, not even water. Nothing's helped, and he's in a lot of pain."
The nurse nodded as he talked and wrote something down. "Where's it hurting, hon?" Blaine patted his stomach, over on the right side, and the nurse pulled his shirt up to expose it. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, at least to Kurt. She pressed around all over his stomach, and he let out a horrible cry when she pressed on the area he pointed to.
"I'm sorry," she apologized quickly. She carefully pulled his shirt back down. Kurt leaned down close to him, trying to calm him down. Kurt's fingers throbbed from Blaine clamping down on his hand.
"It's okay," he told him. "Don't cry, she's done. You're okay." Blaine whimpered in his ear and choked out a sob. Kurt sat up and switched Blaine's hand over to his other one so the circulation could return to his fingers.
"Are you his mother?" the nurse asked Carole.
"No no, I'm his stepmother," she told her, pointing at Kurt. "Blaine's parents are out of town, I just came with them." The nurse wrote that down and told them she would be right back.
"Can you call my mom, please?" Blaine asked Carole. Kurt was doing the best he could to help him, but he understood how sometimes you just needed your mom.
"Of course, honey," she assured him. "I can call her now or wait until we hear what the doctor has to say."
"After the doctor," he chose. The nurse returned with a folded up hospital gown for him to put on, and an IV kit. Kurt helped him change into the plain gown and tied it in the back for him. The nurse had him lay down, and she cleaned off the back of his hand with a cotton ball.
"This is to help you get rehydrated and stop throwing up," she informed him. Kurt held onto Blaine's free hand tightly. He didn't seem so scared of the needle, but just looking at it made Kurt wince. He looked away as it went in, but felt Blaine squeeze his hand a little tighter. She taped it into place and hooked the bag onto the pole. "Dr. Pierce will come in to take a look at you shortly." The woman left, and Carole sat down on her stool next to Blaine's side. Kurt stood up and tried to comfort him, but it was hard. Blaine was still in a good deal of pain, even though the medicine in the IV helped him relax a little. He just didn't like to see him hurt.
After over twenty minutes of waiting, the man who appeared to be the doctor came in. Apparently he knew Carole, since they worked in the same hospital, after all. He pressed around on Blaine's stomach some more and had to poke his tender side multiple times. He cried into Kurt's shirt and dug his fingers into the back of his neck. But Kurt ignored all of that. They had to fix whatever cause causing him so much distress.
"Mr. Anderson, you have a textbook case of appendicitis. Your symptoms match up exactly, so there's no need to do any further tests. We do, however, need to get you into surgery as soon as possible. The nurse mentioned your parents are out of town, so we'll contact them for you to get verbal consent for the procedure. As for now, we're going to move you to a pre-op room. You can meet with the surgeon and ask him any questions you have. The nurse will come back in a minute to have you sign some papers, and then she'll get you moved upstairs."
Kurt looked at Blaine, waiting for a reaction. The minute he stepped out of the room his boyfriend began to panic.
"I can't do surgery," he worried. "My eye surgery hurt so bad, Kurt, and my parents aren't even here." He got so worked up about it all he started to cry. Unlike Kurt, Blaine rarely cried. His heart broke for him.
"I'm gonna be here," he said. "I won't leave you. They'll give you some pretty strong drugs, so you won't feel a thing. Do you want to call your mom?" Blaine nodded and sniffled. Kurt took out his phone and let Blaine dial the number. Once he was on the phone with her, Carole pulled Kurt out into the hall.
"Is he going to be okay?" he asked her, letting himself worry now that Blaine couldn't see him.
"He's going to be just fine. They're going to take good care of him, I promise. I'll stay here until his parents show up, and so can you. You just being there for him is already a big help to him, that's what he needs. I know you're worried sweetheart, but he'll be just fine." Kurt hugged her, his head still flooded with worries. He walked back inside, where Blaine was just hanging up with his mom. "What did she say?"
"They're going to see when they can leave," he sighed. "Minneapolis isn't too far away, and she said she'll call me when they find out when they can leave." Blaine reached up and took Kurt's hand. "Are you leaving?"
"No, honey, I'm staying here the whole time. Me and Carole won't leave you." Kurt looked around for his stepmother, and saw her in the hall talking to the nurse and signing something. Then they both came in to get Blaine.
"We're going to move you to a new room upstairs," she told him. "You can ride in a wheelchair." Blaine seemed embarrassed by the thought of being pushed through the hospital, but he didn't say anything. Kurt helped him out of the bed and into the chair, and held his hand as they went down the hall and up the elevator. Carole walked next to Kurt, keeping her hand on his back.
After a few minutes they got him settled in his bigger room, and made Carole sign even more papers. Blaine still seemed uncomfortable, but was getting sleepy.
"Stay with me," he mumbled, not letting go of his hand. "Please." Kurt pulled up a chair next to his bedside and kissed him on the cheek. He was still hot with fever, but he seemed to be out of agonizing pain.
"I'm not gonna leave you," he told him for the hundredth time. "Okay? I'll be right here if you want to go to sleep. Blaine huddled under the thin blanket, searching for warmth. Carole turned the overhead light off in the room so it would be dark. There was a dim lamp on, just bright enough for Kurt to see Blaine's face. He shifted around in the bed, unable to get settled.
"You need to get some sleep," Kurt said to him softly. "You'll feel better after you rest." Blaine shook his head.
"I can't," he murmured. "I don't want surgery, Kurt. I don't want to be unconscious, I don't want to wake up and feel weird and groggy." His chin began to tremble, and Kurt silently begged for him to not start crying again.
"No, honey," he began, trying to soothe him quickly before he got worked up. "It'll be better than your eye surgery. And I'm gonna wait for you when you get out. Your parents will be here soon, too." Blaine let go of Kurt's hand and wrapped his arms over his stomach, being gentle with his right side.
"Blaine," Carole said quietly, patting his arm. "Honey, you're going to be just fine. I take care of people with appendicitis all the time. They're going to take good care of you, and I know it can be scary with your parents not here, but they're on their way."
Kurt wiped the tears off of his flushed cheeks for him. Blaine coughed and cleared his throat. "I just haven't really liked the hospital since my eye surgery."
"This should be a lot less painful than that," Carole reassured him. "You'll have to stay here for a night or two, but it'll be alright. It'll get better once your parents are here."
Blaine nodded, and Kurt could tell he was exhausted. It had been a long night for all of them. "Can I sit up, please?" he asked meekly. Carole carefully moved the bed so he was reclined at an angle. "I don't… I don't think I can sleep."
"Scoot over a little," Kurt told him. "I'll sit up with you." Blaine obeyed, slowly moving to the edge of the bed. Kurt lowered the railing on his side and sat next to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. Blaine laid his head on his shoulder and wrapped his fingers around Kurt's shirt so he couldn't go anywhere. It was going to get wrinkled, but Kurt was fine with that. Anything to help Blaine.
It was another hour before they were going to take him in to surgery, and Blaine's parents called. His mom said there was a flight back to Lima that was leaving in half an hour, so they got tickets and were about to board. That relieved him some, but Kurt could tell he was still tense, no matter what he tried.
Blaine dozed in and out of sleep, and thankfully didn't throw up or cry anymore. When it was time to take him in to surgery the nurse and a man who appeared to be the surgeon came in. He explained what he was going to do, and that made Blaine nervous. Kurt had to go to the waiting room, but they let him take a minute to talk to him.
"Don't leave," Blaine pleaded. "Please, please." Kurt smoothed back his hair and kissed his forehead.
"I'll be here when you wake up, and so will your parents. They'll be glad to see you. It's going to be okay, honey. Please don't be scared. There's nothing to be scared about," he told him. "I love you."
"Love you," Blaine replied, hugging him weakly. Kurt walked out and followed Carole down the hall to the waiting room. He told himself not to get upset. He did just fine with his eye surgery. It would be okay.
It was pushing two in the morning, and Kurt realized how exhausted he was. Carole rubbed his back, and he managed to doze off for about half an hour. Other than that, he was too nervous. At the two-hour mark he began to get scared.
"What's taking them so long?" he asked Carole. "Why haven't we heard anything?"
"Honey, just relax. Sometimes it takes a little longer than they expected. That doesn't mean something's wrong." She held Kurt's hand, and he tried to stay optimistic.
Blaine's parents and sister finally showed up, straight from the airport. Carole filled them in about what was going on, and his little sister sat up on Kurt's lap without saying anything. Sydney was eleven and worshipped Blaine and loved Kurt.
"Why is Blaine in the hospital?" she asked. "Mom wouldn't tell me."
"He got sick and needed surgery," Kurt explained to her. "We can go see him in a little bit."
Sure enough, the nurse came over to them twenty minutes later. She said everything went fine, and Blaine was already starting to wake up. She said he was asking for Kurt, so they let him go with the nurse first.
Blaine was lying on his back and was clearly under the influence of several drugs. He couldn't focus his eyes, and didn't even realize Kurt was there at first.
"Blaine, honey?" he cooed, taking his limp hand. "I'm here now. Feel my hand?" Blaine turned his head to him and gave a silly smile.
"I'm ready for surgery now," he mumbled. "'m not scared 'nymore." Kurt smiled and kissed the tip of his nose.
"It's already over," he told him. "You did just fine. Your parents and Sydney are here." Blaine looked at the door, as if they were about to walk in. "Do you want me to go get them?" his boyfriend nodded, and Kurt squeezed his hand before letting go. Everyone was waiting in the hall, and he went back in after his family.
"Blaine!" Sydney cried, hopping up on the bed by him. Blaine hissed in pain, and she backed off, clinging to Kurt. His parents fussed over him for several minutes, and then he whined for Kurt.
"What's the matter?" he asked, smoothing his hair back.
"'m s'posed to get rest," he slurred. "Come back, promise?" Kurt was exhausted, and he understood he needed to rest and be with his family.
"I'll come back and see you," he assured him. "I love you. You did really good, and you'll be back to normal soon." Blaine wrapped his arms tightly around him. Kurt carefully peeled him off of him and kissed his forehead again before leaving with Carole. It seemed like days ago they were just settling down at Blaine's house to watch a movie after school, and twelve hours later he was in the hospital recovering from surgery. It had definitely been worse than Kurt expected, but he was going to get better, and he was no doubt going to be with him every minute until he got to go home.
Author's Notes:
This only took two full days to write. It feels good to finally be finished! I hope you don't think it's bad, I don't think I'm good at writing sick Blaine at all.
But I hope you did like his little sister. She wasn't in the story much, but I can picture her looking up to Blaine and falling in love with Kurt when they started dating. Leave me prompts and I can write more of her if you want!