"It's so hot," Kurt complained, fanning himself with his hand. Blaine noticed his water glass was empty, so he went to the kitchen to refill it. Kurt's parents were in Washington when the air conditioning broke. It was the hottest summer in Lima in ten years, according to the weatherman, so the house heated up pretty quickly. Finn left to go over to Rachel's house, but Kurt had a bad headache and didn't want to leave, not even to go to Blaine's. Sydney was having a sleepover with four of her friends, so it wouldn't be quiet at all.

So, Blaine came to Kurt. He gave him his migraine medicine and made sure he stayed hydrated and as cool as possible. It was cooler upstairs, so Blaine convinced him to go up to his room and lie down.

"Get some rest. You should feel better after a nap. Hopefully the people will come by and have the air fixed soon," he told him. Kurt nodded slowly, his eyes half open. His headache medicine made him sleepy, so Blaine left him alone to rest.

Even though the house was only growing hotter, Blaine didn't leave Kurt. Hopefully his medicine would start to work and he would be feeling better when he woke up. Blaine could take him out to lunch and see about meeting up with Finn and Rachel.

Blaine noticed Kurt slept for an awfully long time. He was watching TV in the living room, and the grandfather clock chimed to let him know that it was two in the afternoon. Kurt had been asleep for four hours. Blaine decided to go check on him.

His jaw dropped when he went into Kurt's room. Since his door had been shut it was like a furnace in there. Kurt was lying on his stomach, covered only by his sheet. Even so, he was still sweating like crazy. His t-shirt was sticking to his back, and his skin was hot to the touch. It was like he had a fever, but he wasn't sick.

"Kurt," he said, rubbing his back. "Open your eyes, Kurt." He didn't respond for several seconds, and Blaine's heart dropped into his stomach. "Kurt, come on, wake up." Kurt slowly opened his eyes and looked at Blaine, frowning.

"My head," he moaned. Blaine turned him onto his back and felt his forehead. He was so hot, but was fine earlier. Blaine got a damp washcloth to try to cool him off, but it only made Kurt more irritated. Instead, Blaine sat him up and pulled off his damp shirt. He made him drink some water, but he still seemed out of it. Kurt hunched over, his arms wrapped around his stomach.

"What's the matter?" Blaine asked. "Do you feel sick?" Kurt nodded, and Blaine had just enough time to get him into the bathroom before he got sick. He was definitely going to get dehydrated with sweating and throwing up.

"My head…" Kurt panted, breathing heavily. Blaine got him to take a few sips of water, but he threw up again. Kurt began to cry, and Blaine was starting to panic.

"It's okay," he soothed. "I won't make you drink anymore. Don't cry, baby. I know you hate throwing up. Do you want to take a cool shower? That'll cool you off." Kurt shook his head, so Blaine helped him stand up. "You're gonna be okay. You're probably a little dehydrated."

Blaine let him get cleaned up, and then Kurt came back to bed. The room had cooled off a little, but it was still sticky and uncomfortable for both of them. It was the coolest room in the house, so they weren't moving. Kurt turned on a TV show, and Blaine forced him to keep drinking. He got him a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge, but it didn't help anything. Kurt couldn't keep it down. He was sweating like mad and throwing up and getting weaker and weaker. He had to see a doctor.

After Kurt threw up for the fourth time, Blaine knew he had to do something. He sat him on the edge of the bed and put socks and shoes on him. Kurt was kind of out of it, so he just went along with what he was doing.

"We're gonna go to the doctor," Blaine told him. He had to take him to the emergency room. "It's not good for you to throw up this much."

"No," he pleaded. "No, I'm fine. My head hurts." Blaine helped him down the stairs and let Kurt leaned on him. He took him outside to his car, supporting the majority of his weight. It was even hotter outside and it made Kurt uncomfortable. Blaine buckled him in and forced him to stay awake as they drove. Kurt said his legs were cramping, so Blaine held his hand to try to soothe him. He knew it was just heat exhaustion or sickness or whatever it was, and he didn't want him to suffer, so the emergency room was the only option.

Kurt started to cry when they got to the hospital, and Blaine struggled to calm him down. He didn't want him to throw up again. "You're gonna be okay," Blaine told him as he walked him inside. "You're just a little dehydrated. That's why your head still hurts and you've been throwing up. They'll get you feeling better, and then you can come rest at my house. Sydney's friends will have gone home by now."

"'m hot," Kurt mumbled. Blaine got him inside to the waiting room and checked him in. They had to wait for awhile, and Kurt seemed to feel a little bit better once he got cooled off. He was still pale and shaky, and he refused to drink anything.

Once they were taken back to triage, the nurse said he was just overheated and dehydrated. It wasn't heatstroke at all, but he had a mild case of heat exhaustion. Blaine didn't know the difference, but the nurse explained it to him as she prepped Kurt for an IV. She said he would need to just rest until he was fully hydrated again and could keep down food and water.

"I don't need an IV," he argued. The nurse must've been able to tell he was nervous, so she let him lie down.

"It's okay," Blaine told him. "It'll help you feel better. You're only going to keep throwing up if you don't get it. Come on, let's get it over with. Then you'll start to feel better."

"No," he pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut. Blaine bent down so his face was close to his, and he forced Kurt to look at him while the nurse worked.

"You're okay," Blaine told him. "You're doing just fine. Here, you can hold my hand." Kurt grabbed his hand and squeezed surprisingly tight. Blaine stroked his sweaty hair and kissed his forehead. "You're doing great, Kurt." The nurse pierced the back of his hand with the IV needle, and Kurt let out a loud cry right in Blaine's ear. He didn't care, though.

The nurse finished up and told Kurt he needed to rest. He didn't let go of Blaine's hand the entire time.

"Can you call Finn, please?" he asked Blaine. "I want Finn." Blaine was honestly a little upset by the fact the Kurt wanted Finn instead of him, but it was his decision. Finn was his brother, after all.

"Yeah, I'll call him. You rest," Blaine ordered. Kurt nodded, and Blaine went into the hall to call Finn. When he got back ten minutes later, Kurt was barely awake. Blaine kissed his cheek and sat down by him, waiting for him to wake up and be all better.

Author's Notes:

I wasn't exactly sure how hot Ohio got in the summer, but I figured it would get pretty stuffy no matter where they lived with no air conditioning. Poor baby. Blaine and Finn would get him home and Finn would call burt and Blaine would hover endlessly and be cute and fluffy.

I have way too much time on my hands. Go to my tumblr and prompt me things. Anythings. (Except smut. A ten year old would write better smut than me). I'm in a Furt mood today.