"Don't stay out too late," Kurt warned Blaine. "The weird people are out late at night."

"We'll be fine," Blaine assured his fiancé with a kiss. "You sound like my mom, always worried what time I'll be back. You don't need to worry. Have fun with Rachel and Santana. Sam and I are just going to catch up with Artie."

"Don't go to any weird restaurants," Kurt told him. "Just take my word for it."

Blaine laughed a little and hugged Kurt after zipping up his coat. "I'll see you in a little bit."

Kurt watched as Sam and Blaine left the loft together, but then quickly became distracted with his friends. They were having a "girl's night in" plus Kurt. The three of them ate pizza and watched TV all evening (even though most of the time was spent arguing over what to watch).

Rachel and Santana's major feud had been resolved, for the most part, even though there was still bad blood between the two. Kurt just hoped it wouldn't end in a fight. That was the last thing they needed.

But, they were able to remain peaceful, and actually have some fun together. Kurt was a little concerned when Blaine wasn't home by 10:30, but he figured the subway was late, or the three of them just hung out longer than they had planned.

The two finally came back at around 11:15. Sam walked like a zombie, and crashed on the couch without a word.

"Did you have a good time?" Kurt asked, helping Blaine out of his coat.

"Yeah," he replied curtly, and rushed off to the bathroom without saying anything more. Kurt thought it was odd; how Sam was acting, and how Blaine wasn't saying much. But Kurt just chalked it up to overthinking and missing Blaine too much while he was gone, so he put it behind him.

The girls were ready to go to bed as well, since they both had to work a Saturday shift the next day. Kurt heard them getting ready for bed, but they were both pounding on the bathroom door, yelling at Blaine to hurry up.

"Stop yelling," Kurt chided, pushing past them. He knocked on the door, softer. "Blaine? Are you okay?"

He heard Blaine make a funny noise, so Kurt decided to go in and check on him. Something didn't seem right.

And, of course, the minute Kurt laid eyes on him and got a good look, he knew. Blaine was pale as a ghost, his hands trembling, and he had thrown up multiple times into the toilet.

"Blaine, what happened? Did your dinner make you sick?" Kurt asked, helping his fiancé over to the sink to rinse his mouth out.

"I…I don't know," he confessed. He sounded drunk, or like he had just been woken up. Definitely not himself. "I just felt sick all of a sudden."

Kurt hoped Blaine didn't have food poisoning. He knew from experience how awful it was. If Blaine and Sam both had it, then they were definitely in for a disaster.

"Come on," Kurt said, guiding Blaine towards the bathroom door. "You can get in bed. Hopefully it'll pass. Maybe you just ate too much." He refused to believe Blaine had food poisoning.

"What's wrong with him?" Santana asked as the two of them walked past her and Rachel. "He looks pathetic."

"Shut up," Kurt said, shooting her a look. Santana let out a humph and went ahead into the bathroom before Rachel could get in there first.

"I think S-Sam's sick, too," Blaine told Kurt, his words slurring together unnaturally.

"I'll check on him in a minute," Kurt reassured him, helping ease Blaine down onto their bed. "Are you hot or cold?"

"Cold," Blaine pouted. He allowed Kurt to help him into some warm pajamas, and Kurt tucked him into bed. "Kurt?"

"Yeah?" Kurt answered quietly. "What's the matter? Are you going to be sick again?"

"No," Blaine said. "But my stomach hurts."

Kurt brushed Blaine's hair back with his fingers, trying to feel his forehead. Blaine had been sweating so much that his hair was no longer gelled. Kurt could tell he felt hotter than normal, but at least he wasn't burning up.

"I think some hot tea would help settle your stomach," Kurt suggested. "Do you want to try some? Or just take some medicine and go to bed?"

"Go to bed," Blaine said. "Check on Sam first. And I'm thirsty, too."

"Okay. I'll get you some water," Kurt told him. He took his trashcan and set it next to Blaine's side of the bed, just in case.

Kurt grabbed Blaine some water from the fridge, and tried to tell if Sam was sick as well. Kurt didn't want to wake him up, so he just draped a blanket over him and put a second bucket by the coffee table for him. Kurt was not going to be the one to clean up after everyone.

"Here you go," Kurt said, helping Blaine sit up to take a sip of water. "Honey, where did you go to eat? If you and Sam are both sick, then something was obviously wrong with the food."

"I-I don't remember," Blaine confessed, struggling to swallow the medicine Kurt gave him. "It was Chinese food. Sam suggested it."

Kurt nodded, and made a mental note to never take Sam's advice on restaurant suggestions. "Honey, I told you not to go anyplace weird. Now you're sick."

"I know," Blaine moaned. He turned onto his side and curled up in a ball under the covers. "I won't go back again. Now get in bed with me, I'm cold."

Kurt sighed as he stood up. He knew what he was in for the next day with a sick Blaine, but was just glad he finally learned his lesson about New York food, even if it had to be the hard way.

Author's Notes:

Poor boys being too ignorant and winding up with food poisoning. Not fun.