"Blaine-" Kurt choked, reaching out for his boyfriend in the darkness. "Blaine, wake up."

Blaine opened his eyes to find Kurt standing by the side of his bed, one hand pressed up against his mouth and the other wrapped around his stomach.

"What's the matter?" he asked sleepily. He flicked on his bedside lamp and got a better look at Kurt. He was pale, shaking like a leaf, and just looked bad.

"I threw up," he confessed quietly. Blaine got worried; Kurt never admitted to being sick. And it was the middle of the night, too. "I need to change the sheets, or else I wouldn't have woken you up." Blaine got up and pulled Kurt into a hug. He seemed exhausted and just plain miserable. He felt hot, too. He definitely had a bug or a virus or something.

"Don't worry about it," Blaine told him, and kissed his rosy red cheek. "I'll take care of it. Come here, you can relax on the couch while I put the sheets in to wash. Does your stomach still hurt?"

Kurt nodded against him, slow and tense. "I'm sorry," he whimpered. "I tried to get to the bathroom. I-it just happened." Blaine ignored his apology and sat him down on the couch, then wrapped him up in his robe. He brought him the little trash bin from the bathroom and set it in front of him.

"Here you go. Once we get you back in bed you can have some ginger ale and Tylenol. That'll bring your fever down," he told him. Kurt nodded and leaned back, and Blaine went into the bedroom to change the sheets. He was just about to bring them into the laundry room when he heard Kurt cry out for him. Blaine hurried into the living room, and made it just in time for him to throw up into the bucket.

"It's okay," he soothed quickly. "Get it out of your system." He rubbed his back and shushed him when he moaned in pain. "You're okay now. Gosh, you're warm." Saying that made Kurt worry, so Blaine had to comfort him all over again.

"I'm sorry," he kept apologizing. "I didn't mean to!" Blaine kissed the side of his head and brought him a damp washcloth from the bathroom.

"Quit apologizing," he told him. "It's not your fault you don't feel good. Let's get you cleaned up and back to bed. Go rinse your mouth out and I'll put some new sheets on the bed." Kurt obeyed and got up, and Blaine busied himself with making the bed. It was hard to do it with just one person, but he managed.

Kurt didn't come back to bed, so Blaine went into the bathroom. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, leaning far over the toilet.

"Oh, babe, did you throw up again?" he asked him. Kurt shook his head and shivered as Blaine sat next to him and rubbed his back.

"I… f-feel sick," he mumbled, and his shoulders twitched as he forcefully threw up what little was left in his stomach. Blaine sat with him patiently as he dry heaved and cried about how sick he felt, and he finally coaxed him into getting back in bed. Blaine sat the trashcan by his side in case he needed it again, and he made him drink a cup of ginger ale.

That proved to be too much for him, because Kurt couldn't even keep that down. He was throwing up again five minutes later, and Blaine had to start the whole process over again. He propped him up against all of his pillows, and had him take tiny sips of water and ginger ale to make sure it stayed down.

"Did that help a little?" Blaine asked him as he poured him some Pepto-Bismol.

"My stomach still hurts," Kurt murmured. "But I don't feel like throwing up again." Blaine got him to take the medicine, and then he laid him down. Kurt was still burning up, and he curled up in the fetal position against Blaine as soon as he laid down next to him.

"Wake me up if you feel sick again," Blaine warned him. "I'll clean you up but I'm not making the bed again." And through the dim moonlight of their apartment window, he saw Kurt smile.

Author's Notes:

Poor babies. Kurt feels so bad about waking up Blaine, but he doesn't care and tries to hover over him until he wakes up feeling better.

So this was a Tumblr prompt, and I posted on there earlier today that I'm going to be taking a little break from writing. I'll still fill a few prompts on Tumblr, I'm just taking a vacation from writing for a little bit. But if you still leave me prompts I'll get around to writing them eventually, I just need to focus on other things right now. I'm not abandoning any of my stories though, and hopefully I'll come back with even more!