Throughout the years, Kurt had grown to love Valentine's Day more and more. Back in high school, before he met Blaine, it was just a harsh slap in the face, forcing Kurt to realize that because he was gay, things would be a lot harder.

But then Blaine came along. And he went out of his way to make the holiday special for Kurt, since neither of them had experienced it together before. Now they were engaged and living together, and they both knew it would be the best Valentine's yet.

When Kurt woke up on that Friday morning, he turned over towards Blaine in bed, and shook his arm until he woke up.

"Good morning," he said sweetly as Blaine still adjusted his eyes. "It's Valentine's Day. I think work should be cancelled."

Blaine smiled a little, and rolled over so he and Kurt could face each other. He coughed into his pillow, and shivered while he tried to huddle under the covers more.

"Cold?" Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded, and closed his eyes again.

"I feel drunk," he moaned. "Everything hurts." Blaine winced as he swallowed, and coughed some more.

Kurt frowned. Of all the days for Blaine to be sick, it had to be Valentine's Day. He could tell Blaine had a fever just by looking at him- he was pale, almost as pale as Kurt was, but his face was flushed bright pink.

"Oh, honey…" Kurt soothed. He hated whenever Blaine was sick. His voice always sounded funny, it was obvious that he was feeling miserable, but there was nothing Kurt could do to help. "I'll stay home with you if you want. You shouldn't have to be here alone on Valentine's Day. Do you want me to do that?"

Blaine nodded, pulling Kurt down so he was lying next to him. Blaine rested his head on Kurt's chest, and Kurt wrapped his arms around his fiancé's shivering body.

"Go back to sleep. If you feel up to it later, I'll make you some breakfast."

"I have a headache," Blaine croaked, his voice hoarse and scratchy. "I can't sleep."

Kurt made Blaine lie back down on his own pillow, and he sat up again. "I'll go get you some medicine. Do you want to go into the living room and lie down on the couch?"

Blaine shook his head, turning over onto his stomach and kicking the blankets off of him, suddenly feeling burning hot. "Rachel and Santana are getting ready. It'll be too loud."

Right as Blaine said that, Kurt heard Rachel belting out a song from the shower.

"I'll tell them to be quiet," he promised, and went out into the living room.

"I'm leaving!" Santana yelled, having not seen Kurt. She was dressed in her work uniform, so Kurt figured she would be gone most of the day.

"I'm right here, don't scream," Kurt told her. "Blaine has a headache, too, so shut it."

"Calm down, I'm out of here," Santana grumbled. "Happy Valentine's Day."

Kurt rolled his eyes, regretting for the millionth time letting Santana move in with them. It was a disaster, to be quite honest. She and Rachel were constantly fighting, she used up all of the hot water in the shower, and never helped with rent or utilities or groceries.

Kurt let it go, though. After all, where else would she live? He put his thoughts aside as he tore up the medicine drawer looking for Tylenol, Advil, anything to help Blaine feel better, but apparently they didn't have much. He finally found a nearly empty bottle of Nyquil, and figured that was better than nothing. Hopefully a few hours of drug-induced sleep would do Blaine some good.

Kurt went back to their bed, and made Blaine sit up.

"I'm cold," he moaned, leaning heavily against Kurt as he helped him take the medicine. "I hate this stuff."

"I know," Kurt said, giving him some water to wash it down with. "It'll help you rest, though. I heard you coughing in the middle of the night."

As if on cue, Blaine coughed some more. Kurt patted his back and stood up again.

"Santana just left, and I think Rachel is getting ready to go," Kurt told him. "So it should be peace and quiet here pretty soon. What do you want for breakfast?"

"Nothing," Blaine pouted, lying down again. "My stomach hurts." He sniffled again, and moaned miserably.

Kurt wished there was something he could do to make him all better in an instant. Their Valentine's Day wasn't working out at all so far.

"I think it'll feel better once you've eaten a little bit," Kurt pressed. "Just some toast or oatmeal?"

He could tell Blaine didn't want to eat, but Blaine eventually relented. Kurt went into the kitchen and made him some toast, even though Blaine barely ate five bites. He was nearly falling asleep from the heavy dose of Nyquil.

Kurt laid down with him for a little bit while Blaine struggled to get comfortable, and he eventually fell asleep. Kurt left him alone and went to call in to Vogue and NYADA for them both, and then cancelled their dinner date reservations. Even if Blaine did start feeling better, it wasn't likely he would feel like being out in the city all evening. They could be together at home.

"Kurt?"

Kurt had finally sat down for the first time all morning when he heard Blaine calling him. He set down his coffee mug and remote and went back to see what he could possibly need.

"Hey," Kurt said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. Blaine was a sweaty mess, all tangled in the covers and struggling weakly. "Here, let me help." He pulled the blankets off his fiancé and felt his forehead to see how hot he was. "Blaine, you're burning up. Do you want to go take a cool shower or something?"

Blaine shook his head slowly. "Don't wanna move."

Kurt rubbed his back and made him drink some more of his water. The last thing he wanted was for him to get dehydrated.

"I really think a shower would feel good," Kurt coaxed. "I'll even change the sheets if you want, so you can come back to a clean bed."

Blaine moved over a little to rest his head in Kurt's lap. Kurt stroked his hair back and helped Blaine sit up. "Go take a shower. I'll make the bed. We can watch a movie, then, if you want."

Blaine grumbled something under his breath, but obeyed and stumbled off to the bathroom. Kurt got him a change of pajamas and put fresh sheets on the bed so he would be more comfortable.

Kurt managed to finish his coffee before it got cold, and helped Blaine back to bed once he was out of the shower.

"You look different without all your hair gel," he teased, brushing Blaine's damp hair out of his eyes. Blaine laughed weakly before entering into a coughing fit, and Kurt quickly got him a drink before he coughed up a lung.

"Sorry," Blaine apologized, his eyes watering.

"It's okay," Kurt assured him, adjusting the pillows so Blaine would be comfortable enough. "It's not your fault. Do you want some hot tea? That always helps my throat when it hurts."

Blaine shook his head, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply as Kurt tucked him in. "Stay here with me. I heard you get up when I was falling asleep."

Kurt thought for sure Blaine had been asleep when he left him alone earlier. He walked around to the opposite side of the bed so he would have more room, and sat next to Blaine. If his only request was as simple as that, Kurt didn't mind one bit to stay with him.

"I have Netflix on my laptop," Kurt told him, "if you want to watch a show or a movie or something. Or are you too tired?"

"No, I'll watch," Blaine said. "I changed my mind. I want tea, too."

Kurt got up, even though he had just made himself comfortable, and handed Blaine his laptop. "I'll get you some tea and more medicine. Find something to watch."

Kurt went into the kitchen and got Blaine some extra-strength Advil, hoping it would work better than the Nyquil had. He brewed him some tea and brought him everything in bed, trying not to let it show how tired he was.

"Thanks," Blaine murmured. Kurt sat back down next to him, and Blaine put on a stupid Netflix movie he liked. Kurt pretended to watch, but really wasn't interested.

Thirty minutes into it, Blaine shut the laptop and pushed it away. He sat hunched forward, his arms wrapped around his stomach.

"Blaine? What's the matter?" Kurt asked, sitting up with him.

"I'm okay," Blaine insisted, breathing heavily. He didn't look okay. Kurt saw the color drain from his face, and he knew what was coming next.

"Come on," Kurt said, pushing him up out of bed. Blaine couldn't make it to the bathroom, though, and Kurt held up his wastebasket to Blaine's chin just in time.

He felt horrible as he watched his fiancé get sick, and Kurt rubbed his back helplessly. Blaine's hands trembled as he balanced against Kurt to stay upright. He was shaky and barely able to talk.

"Here, let's get you cleaned up," Kurt said, pulling Blaine towards the bathroom. He had him brush his teeth and rinse his mouth, and meanwhile Kurt went to the kitchen to pour Blaine some ginger ale.

He heard his fiancé shuffle back to bed, and Kurt brought him his drink and tried to make him comfortable.

"Are you cold?" he asked. Blaine nodded, so Kurt gave him all the blankets and fluffed his pillow, then handed him the ginger ale glass. "Drink this. It'll help your stomach."

"I'm tired," Blaine grumbled, closing his eyes and nearly dropping his cup. Kurt took it back from him before he could spill it any more.

"You can take a nap, you know," Kurt told him. "Do you want to?"

Blaine shrugged his shoulders, but Kurt could tell he was quickly dozing off anyways. he smoothed the covers down over him and left him alone to sleep.

Kurt went into the living room, where he had hidden his Valentine's Day present for Blaine. Rachel had managed to take about a million pictures during Blaine's proposal, so Kurt filtered through the blurry ones and printed off the rest, then put them in a photo album book for the two of them to look at together. Kurt had been a bundle of nerves that day, and hardly remembered anything other than saying yes and kissing Blaine, so it was nice to have a visual reminder of everything.

Kurt looked through the book himself, and then put it back in the bag he wrapped it in. He also bought Blaine some chocolates, but he obviously wouldn't feel up to eating them, so Kurt left them out. Since they weren't going out to dinner anymore, Kurt figured he would just give Blaine his present whenever he felt up to it.

Blaine slept well into the afternoon, and even Rachel coming home and banging around didn't wake him up.

"I'm going out," she announced, quickly changing out of her clothes and searching for something to wear.

"With who?" Kurt asked, picking her out a simple dress. Rachel quickly put it on and dashed into the bathroom to redo her hair.

"Santana and Dani and Elliot," she explained hastily. "Are you and Blaine going to dinner? You didn't even go to work today."

"No," Kurt told her. "Blaine's been sick all day. I think it's the flu. I cancelled our dinner reservations, and we're just staying in."

"Oh, that's too bad," Rachel said, not sounding very sympathetic at all. She quickly touched up her makeup, changed her shoes, and was out of the door again. "See ya tonight!"

Kurt was afraid she was going to wake Blaine up, but thankfully his fiancé slept on. Kurt cooked himself some dinner, and heard Blaine coughing as he was in the middle of eating. Kurt went back to check on him, and crossed his fingers that he felt a little better.

Blaine was struggling to sit up, so Kurt helped him. "How are you feeling, honey?"

"Okay," Blaine shrugged, rubbing his eyes. "Just tired. My stomach doesn't hurt anymore. Is it too late to go out for our dinner?"

Kurt laughed a little and handed Blaine his water. "I already cancelled it when you felt so sick this morning. I can make you some soup or something, if you feel up to eating. Oh, and I got you a Valentine's present, too."

Blaine smiled a little, but Kurt could tell he was still weaker than he came across as. "You shouldn't have done that. We have to be saving up for our own apartment."

Kurt knew they were under a deadline to move out into a place of their own by the time their wedding rolled around. He and Blaine had saved up everything, and couldn't wait to have their own apartment.

"Relax," he said. "This cost about five dollars. I'll give it to you after you eat. Do you want soup or not?"

Blaine nodded and leaned back, and Kurt eagerly went to make his food, relieved that he was at least feeling a little bit better.

Blaine managed to eat and not throw up, and he didn't seem as feverish, either. Once he was finished, Kurt put his dishes in the sink and brought Blaine his gift.

"Kurt, I was gonna get your gift today, but that kind of backfired. I swear I'll go out tomorrow, though," Blaine said, sitting up to unwrap the photo album.

"It's okay. You don't need to buy me anything," Kurt told him. And that was the truth. He was just thankful Blaine was finally in New York with him, after being apart for a year that honestly felt like five.

Blaine opened the cover of the album and audibly gasped, and Kurt knew he had done good.

"Kurt… I didn't get any pictures from that whole day. This is perfect," Blaine told him. He leaned forward and they hugged, but refrained from kissing just in case Blaine was contagious.

"I love you," Kurt said. Sometimes he felt like he didn't say it enough, and he wanted Blaine to know.

"I love you too," Blaine told him, and brushed the tissue paper from his present off the bed. "Come look through this with me."

Kurt crawled over to the head of the bed, and sat next to his fiancé, who curled up next to him.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Kurt said. Even though the day hadn't gone at all as planned, it still turned out pretty good. After all, he got to spend it all with Blaine, and that was all that mattered.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

Author's Notes:

Well happy late Valentine's Day! I didn't have a Valentine of my own, but I figured I needed to write something about our boys' first Valentine's in New York. Hoep you liked it!