Blaine didn't realize he had fallen asleep. The last thing he remembered was Kurt saying something to him, and he felt sleepy and hot. Now he was cold and achy all over. His throat felt dry, his tongue thick. He was lying on his stomach, but he rolled over onto his back. Kurt was still sitting by his bedside. Blaine had no clue how much time had passed.

"You're awake," Kurt said softly, sounding surprised. "How are you feeling?" Blaine blinked heavily and became aware of his pounding headache once again.

"My head," he mumbled, pulling his sheet around his shoulder. He shivered, and his stomach cramped. He buried his face in his pillow and tried to warm up, even though he knew he was already hot with a fever.

"You didn't sleep for very long," Kurt told him. "Just about half an hour." Blaine wasn't surprised. He still felt exhausted. "Do you think you could eat a little bit? I know your stomach hurts, but it might make you feel a little better."

Food didn't sound good at all. He didn't want to throw up because it was just disgusting, but he was cold, and some soup could warm him up.

"Potato soup from Panera?" he asked.

"I can go get that," Kurt agreed. "Are you okay with me leaving for about twenty minutes?" Blaine nodded. He would probably just fall back asleep anyways.

"Can I have another blanket, please?" he mumbled. Kurt got up and brought him his favorite fleece blanket from the hall closet. "Tuck me in."

Blaine knew he was whiny when he was sick. He couldn't help it. He wasn't exactly capable of much more than lying in bed, and Kurt was willing to do anything for him. He didn't think he was taking advantage of his boyfriend… Kurt was just doing him a favor. A pretty big favor.

"I'll be back in a little bit. Text me if you want me to get you anything else before I come back," Kurt told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Blaine closed his eyes and smiled.

He heard Kurt's car in the driveway, and Blaine knew he was alone. He was beginning to feel nauseous and hot, but when he kicked the covers off he couldn't stop shaking. It hurt to move at all, and it was impossible to get comfortable. He just wanted to fall asleep so he wouldn't feel sick anymore. If only Kurt could be back already.

Blaine remembered closing his eyes, but he didn't realize he had dozed off until he jerked awake. He was cold and sore and his head was throbbing.

"Blaine, open your eyes, it's okay." Blaine's eyes shot open, and he was relieved to see Kurt standing over him. "It's okay," he repeated. "You just fell asleep again. I got your soup." Blaine felt too sick to eat. He had no energy to do anything whatsoever. "Come on, sit up. I'll help you."

Blaine let Kurt do all the work in getting him sat up and situated.

"I'm so tired," he whined. Kurt kissed his forehead and sat down beside him.

"I know, honey. After you eat you can go back to sleep. I got you some hot tea along with your soup. Can you eat?" he asked. Blaine nodded slowly and took a sip of the tea. He didn't see why Kurt liked to drink it so much, and he normally didn't like it, but it felt good on his throat. He handed it to Kurt and took a bite of his soup.

"Is that good?" his boyfriend asked. Blaine nodded again. It was just what he needed. Once he took a few bites he realized how hungry he was, but he couldn't eat it all. After just a little bit he felt full. Kurt took the bowl from him and set it on his nightstand.

"Don't leave," Blaine ordered. "Stay." Kurt held his hand and squeezed it.

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised. "I left school in the middle of the day to take care of you, and I can't go home because Carole will find out I skipped class. I'm not going to go." Blaine laid down and took another drink of his tea. He was all ready to go to sleep again, but he knew he wouldn't be able too. His headache was too bad.

"I wanna watch Lilo and Stitch," he said. "That's my go to sick movie." He pointed weakly at his movie shelf, and Kurt got it started. Blaine didn't want to watch it on his TV, so he put the DVD in his laptop. Kurt sat in his bed with him, and Blaine curled up against him as the movie got started. He felt cold again, so he burrowed under his small mountain of covers and rested his cheek on his boyfriend's shoulder.

Watching the movie made him sleepy, but Blaine still couldn't doze off. His eyes wouldn't close. He was starting to realize that eating that potato soup might now have been the best choice; his stomach was starting to hurt, and he couldn't sit still because of how uncomfortable it made him. He tried to fight it for several minutes, but he was aware he would throw up sooner or later.

Blaine felt the telltale signs that he was about to get sick, and he fought his way out from under his blankets. He was absolutely freezing, but he didn't care. He stumbled down the hall to his bathroom and leaned over the toilet. He wrapped his arms around his stomach and gagged as his breath was cut off. He threw up until his face felt hot and he couldn't breathe. Kurt had followed him into the bathroom and was rubbing his back, but it didn't help. He shivered and leaned into Kurt, too exhausted to stay standing.

"It's okay," he whispered to him. "You're okay now." Blaine's stomach felt better, but his throat burned and his head was still killing him. "Come on. We'll get you cleaned up and back in bed.

"I can do it," he insisted weakly. He just had to rinse his mouth out and brush his teeth. "I want Sprite. No 7 Up. Sprite. 'S in the fridge."

"O-okay," Kurt agreed. "Is that all?" Blaine nodded, both hands pressed against his counter. Kurt turned and left, and Blaine rinsed his mouth out with mouthwash. He told himself he would brush his teeth later. He shuffled back to bed and crawled underneath his blankets slowly, his joints aching.

He closed his heavy eyelids, but heard Kurt come in with his Sprite. That was the only drink that helped his stomach feel better when he was sick. He took a long drink and made Kurt sit by him. Blaine laid his head in Kurt's lap and shifted around until he was comfortable.

"You know you're kind of high maintenance when you're sick," his boyfriend told him. As if Blaine didn't know. When he was younger Cooper was in charge for the weekend, and when Blaine got sick he refused to take care of him because he was so whiny. "I don't mind, though," Kurt went on. "Just don't get me sick. If you do then you're going to be the one bringing me soup and movies and drinks." Blaine smiled weakly.

"I love you," he said. "Thanks for putting up with me." He felt Kurt twirling his hair in his fingers.

"I love you, too. Now go to sleep before you get cranky."

Author's Notes:

Yay I'm back! I'm not going on anymore trips for awhile so I'll be posting (mostly) everyday now! I wrote this chapter awhile back and someone wanted a second part so here you go.

Also I posted a new story on Thursday and people seemed to like it so I'll hopefully get another chapter up either tonight or tomorrow!