Finals. The word every student dreaded. Blaine especially. Ever since middle school, he had gotten testing anxiety, and had to have his mom excuse him from the state exams every year.

But finals, medical school finals especially, were unavoidable. Blaine had tried to prepare all semester, but his tests were beginning the next day, and he felt completely overwhelmed.

He even began to question going into medical school in the first place. Blaine had a horrible time at NYADA his freshman year, and after talking with his parents, Blaine's dad had agreed to pay his full tuition at NYU is he chose pre-law or pre-med. So he did.

The first semester had been much more enjoyable than Blaine had imagined. The workload was tough, but Blaine stuck through it for the whole semester.

All that was left were finals. Kurt had helped him as much as he could, even though he knew how stressed out Blaine got around tests.

The night before his biology exam, Kurt made Blaine some warm milk to help calm his nerves.

"You're gonna do great," he assured him as they sat together in front of their brand-new Christmas tree. "You should go to bed early, though. After your test tomorrow you can come home and take a nap, too."

Blaine nodded, jealous that Kurt was already finished with school for the semester. He would do anything for finals to just be over already.

Blaine went to bed early after being forced by Kurt, even though he knew he couldn't sleep. He was terrified of failing. He wasn't in his high school anatomy class anymore. So much was on the line with his exams, and Blaine was determined to excel, after all his dad had done for him.

He slept fitfully, waking up what seemed like every five minutes. Blaine tried to scoot close to Kurt and cuddle with him for some reassurance, but he was out like a light, so Blaine had to calm himself down enough to go back to sleep.

Finally, Blaine woke up forty-five minutes before his alarm, and couldn't go back to sleep. His stomach turned nervously, and Blaine thought he was going to be sick. His test wasn't for three more hours, but he already was starting to feel nervous.

Blaine tugged the covers away from Kurt, desperate to warm up as be began to shiver. His head pounded in his ears as he turned to cough into his pillow.

"Blaine?" a sleepy voice said. Blaine looked up to find Kurt awake and looking over at him. He closed his eyes again, not wanting to talk. His throat was on fire, and hurt every time he tried to swallow.

"Ow," he moaned. Kurt had gently tried to pull back the blankets, and Blaine was too weak to fight him. He truly felt like he had been hit by a train.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, leaning down by him, suddenly concerned. Blaine pushed him back and curled up in a ball on his side. "Are you worried about your tests? What about if I made you breakfast in bed? Do you want to eat before you get ready?"

Blaine shook his head, and began to panic as he remembered the importance of his finals. He clearly couldn't test in the state he was in. But there were no reschedules. It was now or never.

"I'm not hungry," he mumbled, shaking his head weakly. "Don't get up. I'm so cold."

Blaine would have normally embraced Kurt taking care of him all day, but not when he was already stressing enough. Kurt felt his forehead, his cool hand feeling good against Blaine's feverish skin, and then Blaine felt him slip out of the bed.

"Here. I know you can't miss your test, but this should help you a little. Can you sit up?" Kurt asked.

Blaine honestly didn't want to move a muscle, mush less get up and ready for school. But, with Kurt's help, he managed to sit up and swallow a few pills.

"I don't want to go," Blaine pouted. Kurt pulled him close and let Blaine rest his head on his shoulder.

"I know. It's just two hours, though. You can come home and I'll make you something to eat. Then if you feel like it we can finish decorating the tree. Can you do that?"

Blaine nodded slowly, and got out of bed right before his alarm was set to go off. He took a long, hot shower, hoping that would help ease his frustrating congestion. Kurt made him some oatmeal and toast, even though the mere sight was enough to make Blaine sick right there.

"At least take a banana," Kurt coaxed, just as Blaine was about to walk out the door. "You'll regret it if you don't."

"Fine," Blaine sighed. He was more nervous than he was willing to admit, but was too weak to freak out.

"You're going to do just fine," Kurt promised him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as Blaine slumped off towards the subway. He just wanted to curl up and sleep for three more hours.

Blaine managed to finish his final surprisingly easy. Even though his headache made it harder for him to think, Blaine just focused on getting home to Kurt and his own bed. He finished last out of everyone, but was the first one out the door when his two hours were up.

He was completely wasted by the time he got off the subway by his and Kurt's apartment. Blaine didn't know what was wrong exactly, but whatever it was made him feel absolutely and completely miserable.

"Hey," Kurt said, opening the door for him when Blaine had to knock, too worn out to dig around for his key. "How did it go?"

"Tired," Blaine mumbled, shuffling past him. Kurt helped him slip out of his jacket, and then Blaine slowly made his way into the bedroom, painstakingly changing back into his pajamas.

"I made you some homemade soup," Kurt said softly, appearing behind him, and walking over to the bed to pull back the covers. "You can eat a little and then take a nap."

"I don't want to eat," Blaine persisted. His final had already made him feel sick enough with anxiety. He didn't want to throw up. He hated that more than anything.

"Just a little bit," Kurt said, covering him up with the sheet and handing him the TV remote. "It's my mom's recipe. You're going to like it. Then I'll stay with you while you go to sleep."

Blaine sighed; he couldn't help but give in. Kurt always took such good care of him when he was sick, and he didn't want to pass it up.

He managed to doze until his husband returned. "You need to sit up, honey. It's hot."

Blaine managed to lean back against his pillows, and struggled to feed himself as Kurt tried to help him get comfortable.

"I don't want any more," he mumbled, shoving the bowl back at Kurt.

"Honey, you've hardly eaten…" Kurt worried. Blaine laid back down, though. As good of a caretaker as Kurt was, Blaine drew the line at being forced to eat. He couldn't stay awake for another second, anyway. "I'll be right back. Do you need anything else while I'm in the kitchen?"

"No," Blaine moaned. His headache continued to grow worse, his nausea and discomfort increasing, as well. Once Kurt returned, Blaine laid his head in his lap, desperate to let go of the stress from his final and relax for once.

"I can check your grade online for you," Kurt offered. "When will they post, three-thirty?"

"Uh huh," Blaine nodded, unable to hold his eyes open. He didn't want to think about his test score, though. No matter what he got, Blaine was determined to be all better by Christmas, three days away. He wasn't going to let medical get the best of him. Not yet, anyways.

Author's Note:

In honor of AP exams and finals coming up here you go!