Blaine was certain it had been the craziest week of his life. Senior year was really taking its toll on him. He had a big semester project for AP biology, an essay due for his English class, and glee club rehearsals every day after school. He had his regular homework on top of all of that, and he was functioning on three hours of sleep a night and lots and lots of coffee.
He didn't have time to be sick. If he missed even one day of school he was going to get too far behind. Blaine just wanted to curl up in his bed and watch Netflix all day. He wanted his mom to stay home and take care of him and feed him soup until he stopped feeling so horrible. It was mostly his head. His head throbbed even when he was laying down, and it was bad enough to make him want to throw up.
But he had to get up. Blaine slowly got dressed, his muscles aching as he moved. He went down the stairs slowly and stiffly and left the house without eating breakfast. He lied and told his mom he would grab something on the way to school, but he was so exhausted that he barely made it there.
The whole day he felt like a zombie. He couldn't focus. Walking from class to class left him shaky and exhausted. He knew it was a bad idea to have come to school, but he was already there, so he wasn't leaving.
Lunch was a nightmare. Blaine tried to eat, mostly because Tina wouldn't stop bugging him about it, but he just couldn't. Nothing tasted good at all, and his stomach wouldn't settle after that. Still, nothing hurt as bad as his head. He felt like he would fall over every time he took a step. He didn't throw up though, thankfully.
With sectionals in a week, glee club rehearsals were longer and more intense each day. Blaine quickly learned that it was too much, even for him. He tried for the first five minutes, and then came to realize it was pointless. With the stabbing headache and loud music playing, Blaine couldn't take it anymore. His knees gave out, and he pressed his hand against his stomach as he slid to the ground.
He must have only been out for a minute or two. He heard panicked voices, so he managed to open his eyes. Marley, Tina, Finn, and Sam were hovering over him uncomfortably close. The back of his head throbbed, and Sam pushed him down with he tried to move.
"Don't sit up," he told him. "Tina thinks you're sick." Blaine looked from Sam over to Tina, and she held onto his hand.
"That's why you didn't eat lunch," she said in realization. Blaine closed his eyes again.
"Hey, stay awake, dude," Finn said. Blaine opened his eyes and whined. He wanted to go home. He just wanted to get in bed so badly.
"Does he need to go to the hospital?" Marley asked. Blaine didn't want to go to the hospital. He wanted to go home. It wasn't rocket science. He was about to say something, but Tina cut him off.
"He feels really hot," she worried. "We should get the nurse to look at him. He should at least see a doctor."
"No," Blaine spoke up, his stomach turning uneasily as he talked. "I'm tired. Just let me go home and sleep." He tried to sit up again, and this time Finn and Sam helped him.
"You hit your head," Tina told him. "You're not bleeding or anything, though." Blaine leaned heavily on Sam, and frankly he didn't care if he thought it was weird.
"Come on, dude," he said, and Blaine moaned at the thought of moving. He didn't think he could walk. He felt Sam and Finn lift him up, and his legs shook beneath him. "I got him," Sam told Finn. Blaine took slow steps, leaning heavily on the bigger boy.
"I'm just tired," Blaine mumbled under his breath. Well, he was tired, sick, and in pain. But he didn't want to go to the hospital. It wasn't bad enough for that.
"I'll take you home," Sam said. "Your parents home?" Blaine shook his head, and the small movement made it hurt all over again.
Sam walked him outside and let him lay down in the back of his car. Blaine didn't like others to drive his Prius, but he didn't mind if it was just Sam.
He wasn't sure if he was dreaming, but he remembered Sam taking him home and up to his room.
"Thanks, Sam," Blaine managed to say. "You don't have to stay. 'm just gonna sleep." Sam sat down on his bed and looked at him with his eyebrows raised.
"You hit your head," he reminded him. "You probably shouldn't go to sleep." Blaine was frustrated. He didn't let Sam drive him all the way home to not let him go to sleep. He was fine.
"I don't have a concussion," he insisted. "'m goin' to sleep." He felt the mattress sink as Sam got up, and then his room was dark. "Okay, dude. Wait, don't fall asleep yet. Do you have any medicine? That would probably help," Sam stammered. Blaine gestured to the nearly empty bottle of extra-strength Tylenol on his nightstand. He'd taken some that morning, which felt like ages ago. He opened his eyes as Sam got him some pills and handed him his bottle of water.
"Thanks," Blaine mumbled, carefully swallowing them. He had a tendency to choke on pills.
"No problem," Sam told him. "Um, do you want some ice for your head? You fell kind of hard."
"That'd be nice." Blaine closed his eyes while Sam disappeared for a few minutes, but he forced himself to stay awake, even though he was only hanging on by a thread. He was more asleep than awake, and he wanted Sam to hurry up so he could just take a nap already.
Once Sam came back with an ice pack from the freezer, Blaine turned onto his side and let his body relax. He was sore, stiff, and aching all over. With any luck the Tylenol and a long nap would take that away. He wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not, but he knew he definitely heard Sam shut his door. Even with how much Blaine missed Kurt, he knew he was lucky to have a friend like Sam Evans. He couldn't count on just anyone to drive him home after he collapsed at glee practice.
Author's Notes:
Well I finally started writing again! These are some prompts I filled on Tumblr, so I'll be posting some of those, along with prompt fills I have from reviews and messages, etc. This was my first fic in a while, so it might be kind of rough. I promise I'll improve though! Leave me any prompts and I'll add them to my list to write!