"Blaine," Kurt moaned from the bathroom. "Come here!"
Blaine slowly pushed open the bathroom door and sighed, rubbing at his temples. "You didn't have to scream," he grumbled. "What do you need?"
Kurt, curled up on the floor in front of the toilet, leaned back against the cool porcelain of the bathtub and closed his eyes.
"Nothing," he mumbled. Blaine had been extra grumpy since coming down with the stomach flu, but even though he was well on the road to recovery, he had gotten Kurt sick, and the two wound up at the Hummel's house, each looking after the other in an attempt to feel better.
"Come lay back down," Blaine told him. "You can't sleep in the bathroom. Besides, I'm cold. You left me to come in here."
Kurt pushed himself onto his feet, swaying dizzily for several seconds before balancing himself on the bathroom counter. He was about to rinse his mouth out with some mouthwash, but Blaine suddenly tore past him to get to the toilet and be sick. Just the sight of his sick boyfriend made Kurt's stomach turn, and he found himself weakly shoving Blaine out of the way so he could throw up for the hundredth time that day.
"Ow," Blaine whined. "Be gentle, I'm sick too, you know."
Kurt couldn't hear him though. He hated throwing up, and tried to fight it, but it only made it worse. When Blaine saw how bad off Kurt was, he gave in to his moodiness and tried to help him, but Kurt pushed him away.
"Go away," he told him, crossing his arms and trying to hide the tears forming in his eyes. "It's your fault I'm sick, a-and now I look gross, and you're mad at me."
In that moment Blaine felt like the worst boyfriend on the planet. He wrapped his arms around Kurt and kissed his feverish, flushed cheek.
"No, no, I'm not mad at you," he assured him, his voice soft and quiet. He sat Kurt on the edge of the bathtub and got him a cup of water and a damp washcloth. "I'm sorry I acted like that. I don't feel good either, but I shouldn't have been so cranky. Will you let me stay and take care of you? I don't want to leave you in Finn's care. That scares me to think about."
"No don't leave," Kurt said, pushing himself to his feet and stumbling into his boyfriend's arms. They were both feverish, sweaty messes, but at least they were sick at the same time and didn't have to worry about being contagious. That made things at least a little bit easier.
"Let's go lie down," Blaine told him. "Maybe watch a movie on Netflix?"
Kurt nodded, and the two stumbled out of the cramped hall bathroom to retreat to the comfort of the couch. It was hard for the both of them to fit on the one sofa, but they made it work without too much discomfort. Kurt curled up next to Blaine, his head resting in his lap. Blaine leaned his head back on a pillow, tucking his feet underneath him and covering him and Kurt in a thick fleece blanket.
"You pick what to watch," Kurt told Blaine, sounding half-asleep.
"No, thank you," Blaine said, passing off the remote to his boyfriend and tucking his arm under the blanket. "You're too picky. Whatever I choose you'll just shoot it down."
Kurt moaned as he sat himself up to see the TV better. "I don't even want to watch anything anymore. My stomach hurts. This is all your fault. Oh my God, Blaine, I'm dying."
"Hey," Blaine argued playfully. "If I got through it then so can you. You got sick when you're supposed to be taking care of me."
Kurt moaned and buried his face in the blanket. He seemed miserable, so Blaine turned off the TV and decided to let them both get some rest. He had been up all night getting sick, only to wake up and find he had passed the bug onto his boyfriend, so he felt obligated to come over and nurse him back to health, even though he still felt like death as well. Thankfully though, sleep came easily for the both of them.
Kurt woke up feeling hot and dizzy. His nausea was relentless, and he knew he was bound to be sick, but the bathroom felt so far away…
"Blaine," he called weakly, his mouth dry. He pressed a hand to his lips as he sat up, scanning the room for his boyfriend.
He heard a thud come from the bathroom. Kurt stumbled down the hall and inside, fumbling with the doorknob as he tried to keep his blanket wrapped around his shaking shoulders.
Unsurprisingly, Blaine was staked out in the bathroom, his cheeks flushed pink against his pale face. He looked away from the mirror and over at Kurt, who remained in the doorway until his nausea took over, and he rushed to try and make it to the toilet to be sick.
Thankfully there wasn't much left in his stomach, but he heaved and choked and struggled to breathe for minutes, until Blaine forced him to drink some water, and draped his blanket back around him.
"You left," Kurt whined. "I woke up and you were gone."
"I'm sorry," Blaine apologized, guiding Kurt back to the couch once he had cleaned up a little. "I tried to be quiet. I was only in there for a few minutes and didn't think you would wake up. I won't get up again."
Kurt forced Blaine next to him, and he shivered as he pressed his body against his boyfriend's, even though Blaine didn't offer much warmth now that his fever had been finally started coming down.
"You're burning up," Blaine worried, kissing Kurt on the forehead and quickly growing concerned. He knew the stomach flu brought a fever along with it, but even he hadn't been that sick. "Here, lay down on the pillows. I want you to be comfortable. I'm gonna go get Finn, okay?"
"No," Kurt pleaded, reaching up to try and stop his boyfriend. "There's nothing he can do about it. I'm fine, Blaine, I'm just cold. Come back- you said you wouldn't leave again!"
Blaine knelt down by Kurt's head and brushed back his sweaty hair. He felt so hot, but insisted he was freezing.
"I'm just going upstairs," Blaine told him. "You've been throwing up all day and I'm just worried, especially since your parents are gone. Even I wasn't this bad when I was as sick as you are now. I promise I'll be right back down here to take care of you."
Kurt folded his arms over his chest, and Blaine got Finn to come down and check on his brother. He wasn't willing to leave his Xbox game, until Blaine mentioned just how sick Kurt was. That got his attention.
"Dude, you look, like, dead or something," Finn pointed out as soon as he went downstairs and saw the state Kurt was in. Kurt opened his eyes and looked up at him angrily.
"Thank you, Finn," he sighed. "But I'm okay."
Finn pushed his cold hand up against Kurt's face. "I'm calling Mom."
Blaine smiled. He knew Kurt would keep on insisting he wasn't sick, even though it was obvious. At least he would get some better care than that provided by his sick boyfriend and less-than-capable stepbrother.
"Blaine, come back," Kurt grumbled. Blaine happily settled back on the couch, resting his cheek on the top of Kurt's head. "I don't want Carole to come home. She'll make me take medicine and go to bed."
Blaine kissed the top of his head. "I think that's just what you need, though. What we both need. I could use a nap, too. Once you've had some medicine to settle your stomach you'll feel better, believe me."
Finn had disappeared into the kitchen to talk to his mother on the phone, but reappeared back into the living room, tossing his iPhone down onto the chair.
"Mom said for you to go lie down," Finn told him. "She said she can't come home for another hour, but she's bringing both you guys soup and keeping you in bed until you're better."
Kurt let out a whine and rubbed his eyes. He knew he was tired, but didn't want to sleep. "It's your fault I'm sick," he said to Blaine, hitting him weakly. "I don't like you."
Blaine smiled at him sympathetically. "Come on." He patted Kurt's back. "I'll lay down with you. God forbid you get any worse."
Blaine followed Kurt up the stairs to his bedroom. He felt like a zombie, with barely enough energy to climb the steps. He didn't mind taking care of his sick boyfriend; it was just draining when he felt equally as terrible.
"You're not allowed to leave," Kurt ordered. Blaine covered Kurt up and came to lay down by him. They were both still feverish and freezing, so they scooted close to stay warm.
"You're bossy when you're sick," Blaine teased. "Be glad I love you like I do, or you could be the one taking care of me when I puke."
Kurt just buried his face into his pillow, and Blaine laughed when he heard a faint "God, I hate you, Blaine Warbler."
Author's Notes:
Hi! I've been hit by a huge urge to write now that Glee is over. (Did anyone else cry? I sobbed like a baby.)
Thankfully I've had a lot of time on my hands lately to write my ideas! (I was supposed to go out of the country last weekend for spring break, but got the flu at the last minute and wound up with a week to do nothing). I wrote this one and two other drabbles which will be up in the next several days or so. Being apart of the spring musical at my school, I'm about to be very busy for the next few weeks, but once it's over I can promise new updates!