When Elizabeth got home from work, it was quiet. Too quiet. Normally Kurt would be running all over the place and destroying the house. But he was nowhere to be seen or heard.

"He didn't want to eat anything for lunch, and he was cranky before he went down," Lindsay, the babysitter, told her when she asked about him. "He was tired but had a hard time settling down. I read him a few books and he was asleep. He's been down for about three hours now."

Elizabeth wrote Lindsay a check for watching him, and then Kurt appeared at the base of the stairs. He had his thumb in his mouth and his blanket tucked under his arm.

"Mommy," he whined, holding his arms up. Elizabeth smiled and picked him up. His hair was sticking up from his nap, and he whimpered as she balanced him on her hip.

"Hi, baby," she cooed. "Did you sleep good?" Kurt shook his head, and Elizabeth got concerned. He didn't seem like himself. Usually when he woke up in the afternoon he was bouncing with endless energy. "Do you want to help Mommy cook dinner?" Kurt shook his head again and wrapped his arms around her neck.

"I tired," the three year old complained. Elizabeth sat down with him on the couch and rubbed his back.

"What's the matter, precious?" she asked him. Kurt whimpered again and curled up on her lap with his blanket, not answering her. Elizabeth kissed his forehead and frowned. He was burning up with a fever. "Oh, baby, you're sick." Kurt sat up and latched onto her, and began to cry weakly.

"Shhh, it's okay baby," she soothed. "Don't cry. We'll get you feeling better. Where does it hurt, love?" Kurt whined and coughed into his hand.

"My tummy hurts," he said, rubbing his eyes. "Throat, too." Elizabeth kissed his cheeks and wrapped her arm around him.

"We'll call Daddy and have him bring you some treats," she told him. "We can watch Cinderella and Ariel until he gets home. Would you like that?" Kurt nodded and held onto her as she got up. She called Burt on the landline and told him to stop on the way home and get Kurt some Tylenol for his fever and ice cream for his throat. She changed him into pajamas and put on Cinderella for him.

"I want juice," Kurt whined ten minutes into the movie. Elizabeth sat him on the couch and brought him a sippy cup full of apple juice. Kurt refused to leave her lap, so she held him and watched the movie with him while he struggled to get comfortable. Going to sleep seemed to be out of the question for him.

"Mommy," he pouted. "I cold."

"Come here, let's take your temperature," she told him. She carried him into the kitchen and set him on the counter. "Hold this in your mouth, and keep it under your tongue," she explained to him as she turned the thermometer on. Kurt obeyed, and it read 102.1. That was pretty high for a three year old, and Kurt never usually got sick.

Her son wrapped his blanket around himself and whined. Elizabeth patted his back and took him back into the living room. He didn't seem interested in the movie anymore, so she held him and cuddled him until he relaxed a little.

"Daddy should be home soon," she said softly. "I bet he'll bring you a surprise. Would you like that?" Kurt nodded and closed his eyes as she brushed his hair out of his face. They both heard the garage door opening, but Kurt didn't stir. "Daddy's here, precious. He brought you some medicine to make you all better." She stroked his hair, and Burt walked over to them once he came inside.

"Hey, buddy," he said. Kurt opened his eyes and offered a weak smile. "I brought you something." Kurt didn't seem to care. He closed his eyes and buried his face in Elizabeth's neck. She hated seeing him so miserable. Hopefully he would start feeling better once he took some medicine and ate a little.

"I got children's Tylenol and some hot chocolate mix. I got him popsicles since I figured he would like those better than ice cream, and I bought the stuff for soup since he only eats it when you make it," Burt went on. "Oh, and I got him a couple videos and a Disney coloring book." Elizabeth smiled.

"Thank you," she said, and turned to Kurt. "Baby, Mommy will make you some soup the way you like it. Can you eat a little something?" Kurt cried and grabbed her shirt in his fist.

"Hold me," he pleaded. Elizabeth knew how bad he must've felt. He was tired and sick and just wanted to be held and loved on. She kissed the side of his head and patted his back soothingly.

"It'll only take a few minutes," she promised. "Then we'll finish Cinderella, and we can read. Would you like that?" Kurt nodded and remained silent as she handed him off to Burt. She went into the kitchen to start making his soup. She put some crackers on a plate for him, and poured him a dose of Tylenol into the little medicine cup that came with the bottle.

"Here, baby," she said, balancing everything in her hands as she returned to the living room. Burt helped her, and she took Kurt back. "Do you need me to feed you?" Kurt nodded and took his thumb out of his mouth. She managed to get him to swallow all of his medicine easily, when normally he would put up such a fight. She fed him soup until he couldn't possibly eat anymore.

"My tummy still hurts," he moaned. "Don't wanna eat!" Elizabeth shushed him and patted his back.

"You don't have to eat anymore," she assured him. "Do you want to finish Cinderella?" Kurt nodded and sniffled. She held him while he watched the movie, and by the time it was over he was asleep in her arms.

"Let's put him in bed before something wakes him up," Burt suggested. Elizabeth carried him upstairs and tucked him in his bed. She gave him a kiss and covered him up snugly. She would take the next day off from work to make sure he was getting better. She wasn't going to leave her sick baby, not in a million years.

Author's Notes:

Ahh I loved writing baby Kurt. If you liked it then prompt more and I will be so so happy to write that because he's such a perfect little doll.