Blaine didn't know what it felt like to have his tonsils taken out. He had it done when he was two. But Kurt had only gotten the surgery three days earlier, and he wasn't doing so great. Finn told him at school he wouldn't eat anything and he turned out to be allergic to the pain medicine they gave him. Blaine wanted to go see him despite all that, but Finn warned him it just wasn't a good time. Blaine understood, but he was really starting to miss him.

Two days later he asked Finn about it again, and he said Kurt had wanted to see him, so after school Blaine drove over to his house. Finn told his mom that he was coming over, so Kurt would be expecting him.

"He always wakes up in the middle of the night, and so he hasn't really slept. He naps a lot during the day but still won't eat a lot, but my mom's been making him drink a lot of water. He hasn't really talked, though, since his throat hurts. It's been really quiet around the house," Finn told him in the car. Blaine turned into their neighborhood and parked next to Kurt's Navigator.

Finn led him inside the house quietly. Carole was in the kitchen, starting to cook dinner.

"Hi, Blaine," she greeted. "Kurt just woke up. He's upstairs watching TV." Blaine set his bag down on the floor next to the kitchen table and went up the stairs slowly. Finn stayed behind to talk to his mom. Kurt's door was shut, and Blaine tapped on it quietly. He didn't get an answer, so he twisted the knob and peeked his head in.

Kurt was sitting up in bed with the TV remote in his hand. He was watching some home shopping channel.

"Hey," Blaine said, getting a better look at him as he stepped towards his bed. His hair was damp and hanging down on his forehead, so he must've just had a shower. There were dark circles under his eyes, which Blaine wasn't sure if that was from the surgery or lack of sleep.

"Hi," Kurt mumbled. His voice was a little funny, but at least he could talk. Blaine could tell he seemed uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" he asked him. "Are you tired?" Kurt shrugged his shoulders.

"My throat hurts," he said. Blaine pulled the remote out of his hand and linked his fingers with his. "Go 'way, I look gross." Blaine didn't think he looked gross at all. He just looked tired.

"No, no. You're not gross. I think you're just worn out. Have you eaten today?" he asked him. Blaine sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his hair off of his forehead. Kurt shook his head.

"'m not hungry," he insisted. Not eating on a normal day wasn't good for anyone, but Kurt especially needed something since he was still getting over surgery.

"Do you want some ice cream or something sweet? I can drive down to the store and get that Ben & Jerry's you like," he offered. Kurt shook his head. "What about some soup? I bet Carole would make you some chicken or potato soup. Would you like that?" Kurt shook his head again.

"I'm not hungry," he snapped. Blaine didn't want him getting upset with him. He wasn't trying to make him mad, but he was grumpy from not sleeping and Blaine was just trying to help.

"Do you want me to go home?" he asked Kurt. He didn't want to leave him, but he was going to do whatever Kurt wanted. His boyfriend and turned back to his program without saying anything. Blaine gave him a kiss on the forehead and stood up from his bed. "Alright, I'll leave you alone. Feel better, okay? Text me if you need anything. I love you." He turned and left, but Kurt called out to him before he even walked out of the room.

"No," he pleaded weakly. "Don' leave me. I-I'm sorry 'm difficult. Stay?" Blaine smiled to himself and turned around.

"I'll stay," he promised. "It's not your fault you're like this. You're tired and still getting over your surgery. Are you in any pain?" Kurt nodded, and Blaine couldn't help but feel bad for him. Kurt wasn't very good at being sick. Well, he wasn't exactly sick, but regardless, he wasn't good at letting people know when he was in pain or needed something.

"I'll go get your medicine," he told him. "Pick something for us to watch." Kurt nodded again and grabbed the remote. Blaine left and went down the stairs to the kitchen where Carole was boiling spaghetti noodles on the stove.

"Hi, honey," she said. "Is everything okay?"

"Um, I think he wants his pain medicine. And he said he hasn't eaten all day, and I offered to go get him ice cream or something but he doesn't want anything, and I'm no doctor but I think it might be best if he had something, and I know it's not my place to say that but I don't want him to not get better because he's not eating and-"

"Blaine, relax honey," Carole cut him off. "He ate some jello last night and then threw up in the middle of the night, so I decided to just let him eat when he felt hungry. I was fixing to make him some soup to take up to him, but I'll do it now." She handed Blaine an orange prescription bottle. "I'm going to make his food. Could you make sure he takes two of those, please? I'll be up there in a minute." Blaine nodded and went back up the stairs to Kurt's room. He had laid down on his side and was watching some dumb Disney Channel show, but not really paying attention.

"Here's your medicine," Blaine said, fishing two pills out of the bottle. "Can you sit up?" Kurt slowly pushed himself up and leaned back on his headboard. Blaine held out the pills and handed him his water cup. Kurt struggled to swallow, but managed to get them down. "Carole's making you some soup. I think that'll taste good to you." Kurt patted the bed next to him, and Blaine came around and sat with him.

"Pick a show. I don't care," he ordered, giving the remote to Blaine. He did his best to find something Kurt would like. Before he could change the channel, Carole came in.

"Kurt, I made you some chicken soup. It's not homemade, but I can make you something else if you don't like it." She put a pillow on his lap and then set the bowl down. "Can you do it yourself?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Carole." His stepmother ruffled his hair and helped him sit up a little better.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. You can have some applesauce or something later if you want." She left the room and Kurt took an experimental bite of soup. Blaine watched as he wrinkled his nose and set the spoon down.

"Do you not like it?" he asked, taking the bowl from him.

"It's hot," Kurt told him, his voice just above a whisper. He winced and tried to swallow. Blaine spooned another bite and blew on it for him to cool it off a little.

"Here, this shouldn't be as bad." He fed it to Kurt and his boyfriend actually smiled. "Better?" Kurt nodded and took it back from him.

"I can do it," he insisted. Kurt managed to eat it all in less than ten minutes. Blaine knew he had to be hungry, even if he didn't feel it.

"Do you want some applesauce?" he asked Kurt. He shook his head and laid down with his head in Blaine's lap.

"No. Too tired. Stay?" he asked. Blaine ran his hand up and down his back, trying to relax him into sleep.

"I'm staying," he told him. "I can't really get up with you laying on me."

Kurt didn't say anything back to him. Blaine watched TV with him and continued to rubb his back. He couldn't see his face from how he was positioned, but he was a dead weight on his lap. Blaine didn't want to move him to get up. It was probably the only sleep he'd had all day. Blaine twirled a lock of Kurt's hair in his fingers and turned off his television so he could get some rest.

Author's Notes:

I finally wrote part 3! Yay. Let me know what you thought!