"Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?" Blaine offered as he walked out to the parking lot with Kurt. "My mom's cooking."
"Oh, I can't," Kurt sighed, disappointed. Blaine's mom was a wonderful cook. "I have Friday night dinner- wait, I think I can, actually. No one will be home all night, so my dad told me I could do whatever I wanted for dinner. Is it okay if I come over? If it's a family thing since your dad is home, I get it."
"No, it's fine," Blaine promised. He made a mental note to tell his mother to cook for five, instead of four. "I'll let you know what time to be over."
"Okay," Kurt agreed. They stole a kiss in the parking lot before leaving separately. Kurt, to go home and look perfect for Blaine's family, and Blaine to let his family know that his boyfriend was coming over.
"Mom?" Blaine called as he walked inside his house. He could already smell the food from the kitchen. He set his messenger bag down in the entryway and went into the kitchen. "Mom, Kurt's going to be home alone all evening, so I told him he could come eat with us."
"Okay," she sighed. Blaine could tell she had been working in there all afternoon. Blaine's dad had been travelling for work so much lately, so she had tried to make his rare meals at home outstanding. "Tell him it'll be ready at six. Oh, can you go pick your sister up from basketball, please?"
"Yeah, sure," Blaine agreed. He hated being asked to run errands and pick Sydney up from school, but he agreed since his mom had let Kurt come over. He ran up to the elementary school and brought her home just in time for dinner.
Blaine sat down at the table with his family, but didn't want to eat until Kurt showed up.
"So, Blaine, how's that show choir club doing?" his dad asked him.
"Huh?" Blaine asked, distracted. Kurt was late. Kurt never ran late for any occasion, so naturally Blaine was a little concerned. He would have tried texting him, but his mom didn't allow cell phones at the table. "Oh, it's good. We have regionals in a week. You can come if you're in town. Kurt's parents will be there. You can finally meet them, too."
"I'll check my calendar," his dad answered, and then complimented Blaine's mom on the cooking. Blaine looked down, disappointed Kurt still hadn't shown up. He knew that he wouldn't just stand him up like that.
Maybe he forgot, Blaine thought. It was so last minute, after all.
Since he wasn't allowed to text or call him, Blaine just finished his dinner in silence, waiting for the doorbell ring that never came. Once he was finished with his food, Blaine put his dishes in the sink and skipped dessert.
"It's a shame Kurt didn't show up," Blaine's mother commented as she served ice cream to everyone. "If you don't want any, Blaine, you can be excused."
Blaine got up from the table and went up to his room, desperate to see if Kurt had texted or called with an explanation.
Nothing.
Blaine didn't know if he was more worried or frustrated. Kurt was home alone. Something could have easily happened to him. Blaine's fear made him forget about his frustration, and he gave in and called his boyfriend.
"Hello?" Kurt answered. He sounded weird, like he had just woken up or something.
"Hey," Blaine said, relieved he was all right. "You, uh, you missed dinner. Is everything okay? I was a little worried since you said you're by yourself."
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," Kurt mumbled. Blaine couldn't help but notice how tired he sounded. "I fell asleep… just woke up."
"Okay…" Blaine replied, still a little skeptical. "Do you want me to bring you anything? We have a ton of leftovers. You could eat and we could watch a movie or something."
"'m not hungry," Kurt murmured. "No food, please. A movie is fine. Door's unlocked."
Blaine heard a click, and Kurt was gone. He stood up from his bed and slid his shoes back on. Something was definitely wrong. Kurt didn't just hang up like that, ever.
Blaine zipped up his jacket and pocketed his phone before returning downstairs. His mom was cleaning up the kitchen, and his dad and Sydney were in the living room looking for something to watch on the TV.
"Where ya headed?" his dad asked.
"Something's wrong with Kurt," Blaine answered, grabbing his car keys from the hook. "I'll be right back. Tell Mom; I need to go."
Blaine left without waiting for a reply, and tried to get to Kurt's house in one piece. The traffic was heavy with it being a Friday night, and Blaine seemed to catch all the red lights. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently, and drove terribly the entire way.
The sun had set, and the air was cool by the time Blaine made it to Kurt's house. As Kurt promised, the front door was unlocked. Blaine stepped inside and shut the door quickly before too much cold air could get in.
"Kurt?" Blaine called. "It's just me." The lights downstairs were all off, so Blaine climbed the stairs, hoping to find him in his bedroom, just fine.
"I'm in here," Kurt called weakly. Blaine walked down the hallway to Kurt's room and pushed the door ajar.
Oh.
Kurt was lying on his bed, still in his rumpled school clothes, but he looked horrible. He was sweaty, flushed, shaky, and Blaine couldn't tell if he was crying or not.
"Kurt, what happened to you?" Blaine asked desperately, walking over to him and trying to assess what was wrong. "Here, sit up. Let's get you out of these clothes."
Kurt's skin was warm to the touch, but he shivered despite the fact. Blaine opened all of his dresser drawers until he found some pajamas for him to wear.
"Here," he said gently, helping his boyfriend change. "What's the matter with you? You look terrible."
"S-sorry," Kurt said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know w-what's wrong."
Blaine buttoned up Kurt's pajama shirt for him, and felt his face for a fever. "You're burning up. You didn't seem sick at all at school. Tell me what happened once you got home. The whole story."
"I felt funny driving home," Kurt confessed, leaning into Blaine for warmth. "I took medicine when I got home, but I threw up. I figured I ate something bad at lunch, so I tried to sleep it off. Then you called and I woke up, and it got worse, and I threw up again waiting for you to get here."
Blaine nodded, even as Kurt struggled to get all of his words out. He helped him get underneath his covers, and had him sit up slightly.
"Well, you're definitely sick. When will your parents be home? I don't want you to be here alone while you don't feel good," Blaine said, pulling up Kurt's desk chair so he could sit next to him.
"Dad's in Washington, he won't be back until Sunday," Kurt yawned. Blaine nodded, and Kurt continued. "Carole's with Finn at the basketball game. It's in Akron, or something like that. They'll be home really late. But you really don't have to stay here, you know."
"I know," Blaine said, standing up and kissing Kurt's hot forehead. "But I want to. What medicine did you take before you threw up?"
"Uh, Pepto-Bismol," Kurt mumbled, his eyes closed. "No more, though. It's horrible."
Blaine laughed a little, and stroked Kurt's hair back as it fell onto his forehead. "Okay, no Pepto-Bismol. What about some Tylenol? It might not help a lot, but it should make you a little more comfortable. Is that okay?"
Kurt nodded slowly, and turned to curl up on his side. Blaine went down to the kitchen and managed to find everything without too much trouble. He got Kurt's Tylenol, and heated him up a can of chicken soup. Blaine figured having some food in his stomach would help a little bit.
Blaine took everything upstairs and helped Kurt sit up more so he wouldn't choke. "Drink all your water," he told him. "If you get dehydrated you'll just feel worse." Kurt obeyed, and Blaine helped him eat his soup. Kurt could only manage a few bites before threatening to get sick again, but at least it was better than nothing.
"I'm still cold," Kurt pouted. Blaine set the soup bowl down on Kurt's nightstand. Blaine helped Kurt lie down again, and tucked him in snugly.
"I'll get you some more blankets if you want," he offered. "Hall closet, right?"
Kurt nodded, and squeezed his eyes shut tighter. Blaine got him two more blankets and tried to help him get comfortable.
"Do you want to go to sleep?" Blaine asked. "I think you might feel better after a little rest."
"Stay here with me," Kurt pouted, scooting over so Blaine had room. He sighed, kicking off his shoes and sitting next to Kurt in bed. Kurt moved his head onto Blaine's lap and closed his eyes again.
"Get some sleep," Blaine told him. "I'm gonna stay here with you until Carole and Finn get back. Don't worry about me leaving. Okay?"
"Okay," Kurt mumbled. Blaine smiled and flicked off the lamp. Kurt was helplessly cute when he was sick. Blaine rubbed his back until he was certain Kurt was asleep. He wanted to get up, but if he moved then Kurt would wake up, so Blaine settled to stay there and watch him sleep.
Kurt only slept for thirty minutes before waking up with a jerk. "Mmm Blaine?"
"I'm right here," Blaine told him, placing a hand on his back. "What's wrong? Did you sleep good?"
Kurt moaned and put his head back down on Blaine's thigh. "I'm hot." He tried to kick the covers off of himself, but got his legs tangled up in them.
"I know you are," Blaine teased, helping him get the comforter off.
"Not funny," Kurt grumbled, pushing himself up and laying his head on Blaine's chest instead. "My stomach hurts."
Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's shivering body and kissed the top of his head. "I know, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do? I don't want you to be sick like this all night."
Kurt shrugged his shoulders, and crawled over Blaine's lap to get out of bed. Blaine watched him stumble into his bathroom, still groggy from sleep, and he heard Kurt suddenly throw up into his toilet.
Blaine sprung up from the bed and hurried in after him to help. Kurt struggled to stay upright, and was doubled over with his arms wrapped around his stomach. His knees quivered, and Blaine didn't think he had ever seen Kurt look so pale.
"It's okay," he soothed, rubbing Kurt's back. "Get it all out, you'll feel better once you do."
Kurt whined and tried to hold it back, but eventually gave in and threw up a second time. Blaine left him for a minute to get him a glass of water, and eased him onto the edge of the bathtub.
"There you go, take a drink. You're okay," he promised, trying to get Kurt to calm down. Kurt drank the water with shaking hands, and Blaine left him to brush his teeth while he went downstairs. He poured Kurt some cold ginger ale into a glass and started to make him some hot tea.
Upstairs, he got Kurt back into bed and handed him the remote to his TV. "I'm making you some tea," Blaine explained. "Drink this until it's gone, and find us something to watch. I'll be back in a minute."
Kurt nodded, and Blaine left him to finish his tea. He decided to call his mother to explain what was going on, and told her he would be there at Kurt's house until his stepmother got back. Blaine's mom didn't mind, but he still couldn't help but feel a little guilty that he wasn't spending time with his dad on one of his rare weekends home.
Blaine shook the thoughts away and went back to caring for Kurt. He poured his tea into what he knew was Kurt's favorite mug, and brought it up to him.
"Here you go," he said, handing it over carefully. He didn't want it spilling on Kurt when it was still so hot. "Did you find us something good to watch?"
"Snow White is on ABC Family," Kurt said, taking a sip. Blaine laughed a little. Kurt's love for Disney movies never faltered. Blaine turned the channel and listened to Kurt slowly finish his tea. He handed Blaine his empty mug, his fingers dropping it carelessly.
Blaine could tell he was getting sleepy again. The movie ended, but then Cinderella came on right after, so Kurt forced himself to stay awake for that. He threw up again in the middle of it, and then fell asleep shortly after, wrapped in a blanket cocoon and resting his head on Blaine's leg.
When Blaine heard the garage door at nearly one in the morning, he knew Carole and Finn were finally home. Blaine gently moved Kurt's head onto his own pillow and went downstairs to meet them.
"Oh, Blaine honey, what are you doing here so late?" Carole asked, setting her purse down. Finn threw his duffel bag onto the laundry room floor and went upstairs without saying hello.
"Kurt's been sick all evening," Blaine explained. "I came over to be with him, if that's okay. He threw up a few times, and his fever's been all over the place."
Carole nodded, obviously concerned. She turned to go up the stairs, and Blaine followed her.
"He just fell asleep," Blaine went on. "We watched a movie and he couldn't stay awake. I made him some tea and gave him Tylenol, but he couldn't keep it down."
"That's okay," Carole reassured him. "You did a good job, sweetheart. Kurt can be a handful when he doesn't feel good."
Blaine smiled. That was certainly true.
Blaine stood in the doorway as Carole crept into Kurt's room. She turned off his TV and felt his forehead. Blaine heard him wake up, and tried not to eavesdrop on their hushed conversation, even though he couldn't help it.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked, still mostly asleep.
"No, honey, it's Carole," she told him, stroking his hair. "Blaine's still here, though. Did he take good care of you?"
"Let Blaine stay," Kurt whined a little louder. "Need Blaine."
"Shhh. I'll let him come say goodnight, and he can come see you tomorrow, too. But you're pretty sick, honey. You need to get some sleep. Can I get you anything?"
"Blaine."
"Okay, okay," Carole sighed. "Blaine?"
Blaine stepped inside, and sat on the edge of Kurt's bed.
"Blaine, stay here," Kurt pleaded. "All night."
Blaine wished so badly that he could just stay with Kurt until morning, making sure he had everything he needed and wasn't sick when he woke up. If only he could.
"I need to get home, honey. It's late. But I'll come back tomorrow morning, I promise. I'll bring you some of my mom's soup, though, and a few of my DVDs. Does that sound good?"
"Yeah," Kurt shrugged, his voice light and sleepy. Blaine kissed his forehead, and Carole walked him down to the front door.
"Thank you so much, Blaine," she told him again. "Feel free to come back tomorrow. Hopefully he'll be doing a little better than tonight."
"I hope so," Blaine said, putting his coat on. He hated seeing Kurt as miserable as he was. Outside it was freezing, so he hurried to get into his car. As he drove home, exhausted, Blaine didn't regret for one minute how he had spent his evening. His dad would always be there for him, but Kurt would be gone in just a few short months, off to New York. And that scared Blaine the most.
Author's Notes:
Ugh babies Kurt is sick and Blaine just doesn't want him to go to New York. But at least there's only two or so more episodes until they're together again!