Blaine got in his car and immediately turned on the heat. He was absolutely freezing. He didn't bother to buckle his seatbelt before leaving the hospital. Being an ER doctor, he dealt with sick people everyday, and at the peak of flu season, he knew he was bound to catch it.
He just wanted to go home and sleep. Kurt was making dinner so he didn't have to worry about cooking for the kids. It took everything he had not to fall asleep at the wheel. Being on his feet for ten hours with the flu left him with a kind of exhaustion he'd never felt before. He hadn't eaten anything all day, but he felt nauseous and weak, almost shaky.
Luckily, he made it home relatively quickly. Micah and Madeline were watching Dora or some annoying cartoon, and Kurt was cooking in the kitchen. The smell of the food was enough to send him running to the bathroom, but there was nothing in his stomach that could possibly come back up.
"Hey," Kurt greeted when he saw him. He tried to kiss him, but Blaine pushed him away and shook his head.
"If you get sick then the kids will get sick," he told him. "I'm going to bed." Blaine hung his jacket up and went back to the bedroom. Kurt followed him, and Blaine changed into pajamas in silence. His husband kissed his forehead and wrapped his arms around him. Blaine leaned into the touch; he was cold, and Kurt was warm.
"You're hot," Kurt said. "Really hot. I'll get you some Advil and make you some soup." Blaine shook his head.
"No food," he mumbled. "I'll just throw up. Just bring me the whole bottle of Advil." Kurt nodded and left, and Blaine crawled deep under the covers. He shivered, and his stomach cramped. For a minute he was afraid he would throw up right then and there, but it passed after a minute.
Kurt returned with the bottle of medicine and some water. Blaine swallowed three pills and drank his whole glass of water. He felt Kurt tuck him in and kiss his cheek, but Blaine was already dozing off.
When he woke up, he felt better. Just barely, but he felt like he actually had the strength to sit up. According to his phone it was 7:13. He'd only slept for two hours. Blaine coughed and reached for his water glass. Apparently Kurt had refilled it when he was sleeping.
The bedroom door opened, and Kurt came in. "Oh, you're awake," he said, and walked over to him. "How are you feeling?" Blaine still felt sick, but not as tired. He told Kurt that, and his husband felt his forehead.
"I'll be right back," Kurt said. "Do you feel like eating something now?" Blaine nodded. Some chicken soup did sound pretty good, especially if it was Kurt's homemade recipe. Kurt left, and it was Micah who came in next. He had the digital thermometer clutched in his hand.
"Daddy said to bring this to you," the four year old explained, and handed it to him before crawling up on the bed. Blaine tried to take it from him, but Micah insisted on doing it. "No, open your mouth and say 'ahh'." Blaine played along with his game, even though he didn't feel up to it at all. Micah pulled the thermometer out when it beeped.
"Read the number," Blaine told him. Micah studied the tiny display screen.
"One, zero, two, dot, five," he said. "Is that sick?" Blaine nodded.
"Mm hmm," he told him, getting sleepy again. "I don't want you and Daddy and Madeline to get it, so I can't play with you until I'm all better"
His son frowned and climbed off the bed. "Daddy said I could help. Am I not allowed to help?" Blaine reached over and ruffled his hair.
"No no, you can help," he told him. "You're a good helper. I just don't want you getting sick." Micah smiled and ran off. Blaine closed his eyes, and he must've dozed off, because next thing he knew Kurt was waking him up to eat.
Blaine sat up and ate all of the soup Kurt made. He felt full, but not like he was going to throw up. He still felt weak, but he wanted to see Micah and Madeline again before Kurt took them to take a bath and go to bed.
Madeline sat on his lap and babbled at him, and Micah kept trying to help. He brought in his toy doctor kit Blaine had bought him for his fourth birthday. None of the toys actually worked, but Micah pretended to look in his ears and eyes. Blaine played along with it, and Micah kept it up until Kurt took him and Madeline away to go take a bath.
"Papa, you're sick," Micah diagnosed before leaving with Kurt. "Daddy said he'd take care of you, though. Then you can play again." Blaine laid down once they were gone, thankful for a moment of peace and quiet.
Kurt brought them in again before he put them to bed. Madeline latched onto his arm and Micah hugged and kissed him goodnight. Kurt took them to bed and then came in to go to sleep himself.
"I'm staying home tomorrow," Blaine mumbled. "They wore me out. They better not get sick." Kurt turned off his lamp and laid down by him.
"If you still feel this bad I can stay with you," Kurt offered. "Micah has preschool. I can take care of Madeline and you." Blaine scooted over until he was laying on Kurt's arm.
"We might as well just keep him home, too. He seems to be the doctor around here," he mumbled, and laid his head on Kurt's shoulder. His husband kissed the top of his head and tucked him in, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Author's Notes:
I posted this one on Tumblr a week or so ago, so I'm going to start posting my Tumblr drabbles on here so they'll all be in one place! It's harder than it seems to keep track of everything I've written.
Anyways. I love writing Klaine with kids. Because Kurt and Blaine are pretty much the best dads in the world, besides Burt Hummel.