"Kurt, do you need anything honey?" Carole asked. Kurt was half asleep on the couch, curled up under a thick fleece throw. The stomach virus was going around McKinley, and had hit him hard. He had spent the majority of the previous night shivering on the bathroom floor, throwing up periodically, but too weak to go back to bed. Kurt normally tried to hide the fact that he was sick, but when Finn came in to pee at three in the morning and found Kurt in the state he was in, he had no choice but to confess. Kurt's dad was going to force him to stay home from school, but overnight it had iced and snowed, so school was cancelled anyway.
"I'm fine, thanks," Kurt murmured. He had been watching a marathon of Cake Boss, but was starting to doze off.
"Finn texted Blaine that you were sick," Carole went on, "he's on his way over."
Kurt opened his eyes all the way. "What? No, the roads are too bad."
Carole shrugged. "That's not stopping him, apparently. Finn told me he was pretty worried about you."
"I'm fine," Kurt mumbled. He normally would have loved to see Blaine, but not when he was sick and looked disgusting.
"You still have a pretty good fever," Carole reminded him. "Keep drinking your water. You'll start to feel worse if you get dehydrated."
Kurt reluctantly reached out and took his water cup from the coffee table. Sticking his arm out from underneath his cozy blanket shell gave him the chills all over again.
He watched TV idly until there was a knock on the door. Carole got up to let Blaine in, and Kurt heard footsteps hurry through the entryway.
"Hey," Blaine said, looking worried out of his mind. He knelt on the floor in front of the couch and brushed Kurt's hair back with his fingers. "Finn said you were up all night getting sick. How are you feeling?"
"Tired, mostly," Kurt replied. He yawned and let Blaine fuss over him. He certainly couldn't complain.
"I brought you some soup from Breadstix," Blaine offered, holding up a white paper bag. "You don't have to eat it now, I just figured it might sound good."
Kurt coughed into his elbow and took another sip of water. "How did you get here so fast? The roads are horrible."
"Just in the neighborhoods. The main roads aren't too bad. But it's supposed to ice more tonight," Blaine told him. He got up to microwave Kurt's soup, and all but fed it to him. They watched movies on the couch, Kurt snuggled up against Blaine's side and dozing in and out.
Without the sun shining, it got dark much earlier than usual. Kurt knew Blaine had to get home before the ice started again, but he didn't want his boyfriend to leave. Kurt was feeling better; his fever was down and he didn't feel like throwing up anymore.
"I should probably head home," Blaine said around 5:30, even though it was already dark as night. "My mom won't like it if I'm out when the weather is about to get bad."
"No, stay a little longer," Kurt pleaded, tugging on his arm. He hated sounding clingy, but Blaine's parents could wait. Besides, the ice hadn't even started yet.
"Fine," Blaine sighed, wrapping his arm around Kurt. "You look a little better. How does your stomach feel?"
Kurt didn't know how to answer. He was afraid if he confessed that he felt better, Blaine would leave.
"Kind of the same," Kurt lied. "You're keeping me warm, you can't leave."
Blaine laughed a little. "Okay, I'll finish this movie. Then I really need to go."
But Blaine never got the chance. When the ice and snow started again fifteen minutes later, it came hard. There was no way Blaine would be able to drive with the conditions like that. They both quickly realized he would have no choice but to stay- overnight.
"Blaine, you can stay in the guest room," Carole insisted. "It's right next to Kurt's, upstairs. You're not driving like this. I can call your mom for you, if you'd like."
"That's alright," Blaine said politely, looking up from the TV screen. "I've already talked to her. She doesn't want me driving, either. Are you sure it's not a problem if I stay?"
"Yes, yes, of course," Carole told him. "I'm sure some of Kurt's pajamas will fit you."
Kurt was glad Blaine got to stay. He wished Blaine could stay in his room, though. Kurt was too weak to do anything, he just wanted his boyfriend by him.
"Kurt, how are you feeling?" Carole asked.
"A little bit better, I think," he said, still sounding sicker than he actually was. Kurt still felt tired and a little nauseous, but he hadn't thrown up in hours, and he finally had an appetite again.
"Good," Carole said. "I'm making chicken and dumplings for dinner. You can have some more soup if you want, though. Would you like that?"
"No, dumplings are fine," Kurt agreed. He dropped his head onto Blaine's shoulder, tired of talking. Carole shuffled off into the kitchen, and once their movie was over, Kurt made Blaine watch TLC with him until Carole had fixed all of their food. She called Finn and Kurt's dad downstairs to eat. They sat around the living room to eat since Kurt couldn't make it to the table.
"Are you feeling better, buddy?" his dad asked him.
"Kind of," Kurt said. He couldn't eat all of his food, but at least he was able to keep it down, so that was considered progress.
Kurt was ready to go to bed pretty soon after dinner. Blaine helped him get comfortable in his bed and sat with him while he struggled to go to sleep.
"Promise you're not leaving?" Kurt asked sleepily.
"I couldn't leave even if I wanted to," Blaine reassured him. "I'll be here when you wake up, too. Well, not in here, but next door."
Kurt nodded and shut his eyes. He heard Blaine get up and leave eventually, but was too much asleep to stop him.
Blaine went to bed a couple of hours after Kurt. Mr. Hummel had insisted he watch a movie with them in the living room, even though Blaine felt somewhat awkward without Kurt. Finn's mom made him some hot chocolate and tried to make him feel as welcome as possible.
But despite all of that, Blaine still went to bed early. After dinner, he had started to feel sort of funny. He just hoped he hadn't gotten sick like Kurt.
But when Blaine woke up in the middle of the night, he knew it was foolish to hope. He scrambled up out of the guest bed and into the hall bathroom just in time. He hunched over the toilet and choked, involuntarily throwing up into the bowl. Blaine couldn't breathe, but as soon as he was able to inhale, he was getting sick again. He gripped the wall for balance, and eased himself onto the floor. Blaine could tell he had a fever, but the cool tile felt good.
He wanted to call out for Kurt, but his boyfriend needed his sleep. Blaine managed to get a few minutes rest before getting sick again. He heard the bathroom door open, and in an instant Kurt was crouched down next to him, handing him a glass of water.
"Kurt-" Blaine choked out, coughing and wiping his mouth on some toilet paper. "D-Did I wake you up?"
"No, I went down to the kitchen to get a drink. How long have you been in here?" Kurt asked as he felt Blaine's forehead. "You're burning up. Oh, gosh, I got you sick!"
Blaine could tell Kurt felt guilty, but he couldn't have passed his bug to Blaine in just the several hours they had been together.
"No no, it's not your fault," Blaine assured him. "Half the school had it. I probably picked it up from someone a couple of days ago. Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah, I'm fine now," Kurt assured him quickly. "But you're not. Here, do you think you can stand up?" Kurt got up and helped Blaine to his feet without waiting for an answer. "Go lie back down. I'll get my parents."
"No, Kurt, really, it's fine," Blaine pleaded. He hated feeling like a burden to Kurt's family. He was already taking up their guest room; he didn't want to intrude any more than he had to.
But Kurt wouldn't listen to him. He was already heading down the stairs, leaving Blaine alone. He shivered under his blankets, finally realizing how awful Kurt had felt. Blaine hoped he would feel better after throwing up so hard, but he had no such luck. He only felt gross and feverish. Blaine closed his eyes, wishing to be home in his own bed with his mom taking care of him.
Blaine heard footsteps, and looked and saw Kurt return with his dad and Carole. Blaine threw his arm over his face; he hated waking them up.
"Blaine, what's going on, sweetheart?" Carole asked, pushing his un-gelled hair back to feel his forehead.
"I'm okay," Blaine said quietly. He would have rather gone back to sleep, feeling miserable, than made Kurt's parents take care of him in the middle of the night.
"Burt, he's hot," Carole told her husband, sounding concerned. Blaine squinted as she turned on the lamp next to the bed. "Go get some Advil and the thermometer. Blaine, can you sit up a little bit?"
Blaine shivered as he pushed himself up. Carole helped him get comfortable, and Kurt sat next to him the whole time, worriedly stroking his hand. Blaine felt like getting sick again, but was too tired to even move. His head throbbed his throat burned from throwing up.
"I'm sorry," Kurt kept apologizing to him. "I shouldn't have let you come over. Now you're sick and snowed in here."
Blaine looked his boyfriend in the eye. Kurt looked much better than the day before, so Blaine was hoping that it was just some sort of 24-hour bug.
"Kurt, it's fine," Blaine assured him. "I'm just glad you're feeling better."
Kurt's dad returned, and Carole gave Blaine a cup of some water to rinse his mouth out. Blaine leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder while Carole checked his temperature.
"101.6," she reported. "At least you're doing better than Kurt was this time yesterday. How about some Advil to make you comfortable until the morning?"
"That's fine," Blaine mumbled, too tired to suggest anything else. Kurt rubbed his back while he sat up to take the medicine Carole offered him, and then he was finally able to lie back down.
"Do you need anything else?" she asked kindly, smoothing out the covers over him.
"I'm fine. Thanks, Mrs. H," Blaine said to her. Not everyone had parents as kind and generous as Kurt's, and Blaine was grateful.
"It's not a problem," she said back, flicking off the lamp.
"Feel better, son," Kurt's dad added before they both left. Blaine closed his eyes again and felt the bed shift as Kurt got up to leave, too.
"No," Blaine protested quickly, his eyes shooting open. "Kurt, stay with me, please?" It came out whinier than Blaine intended it to, but Kurt seemed to get the message.
"Fine," he sighed. "Scoot over."
Blaine happily moved over closer to the edge of the bed, and his boyfriend crawled in next to him. Blaine shivered and moved closer to Kurt once he was settled.
"Geez, Blaine, you're burning up under here," Kurt told him. Blaine wasn't about to budge, though.
"'m cold," he pouted. "Come on, I drove through the ice to make you feel better. "'s your turn."
Kurt shrugged. "Fine. Just because you're cute."
Blaine smiled a little, and moved his head under Kurt's chin. At least he could get Kurt to make him feel better, even if only for a little while.
Author's Notes:
Yay cute Klaine cuddles to start your new year off right! How was everyone's holidays? I hope everyone's enjoying 2014!
On another note, I go back to school on Tuesday, so if you'd like me to fill a prompt for you before then, leave it in a review, message me, or drop it in my Tumblr ask box (link is on my profile). Thanks for reading!