Day 6: Fist/Sick
Kurt plodded through the door, stomping slush from his boots and shucking his outerwear. He hated trudging through the sloppy city snow sometimes, but today's trip had been a necessity.
Crossing the room to the couch, he eyed its lone occupant – one very stuffy, slightly feverish, blanket-burritoed husband. "Aww, how are you doing?" he asked, reaching out to brush a few stray curls from Blaine's forehead.
"About the same," Blaine replied with a sniffle, then a cough, then a sneeze. Kurt handed him the box of tissues just in time. "Thanks. Were you able to find it?"
"Of course! No problem," Kurt declared, triumphantly raising his hand in the air to display the small bag clutched in his fist. He'd actually had to go to three different stores to find the item, but he wasn't about to tell Blaine that. It was like there was a city-wide run on Vicks VapoRub.
"Now come on, let's get this on you so you can start breathing again. Unwrap," he instructed, pulling the small jar from the bag and unscrewing the cap.
Blaine shrugged off the blanket and opened the top couple of buttons of his pajama top. He held his hand out to Kurt for the jar. "Excuse me, but that's my job," Kurt protested, pulling his arm back so Blaine couldn't reach.
"Kurt," Blaine whined. "I'm not a child. I can do it myself."
"Oh, no," Kurt argued, settling next to Blaine on the couch and sitting sideways to face him. "I'm going to take care of you and you're going to let me, capiche? After all, I'm the one who brought this stupid cold home in the first place and got you sick two days before Christmas. It's the least I can do." Kurt couldn't help but feel guilty. He'd only gotten a mild cold, but when Blaine caught it, he was hit much harder. "Now sit back and let me put this on you, or I'll have to apply it "Tina Cohen-Chang Style," he threatened jokingly.
"You wouldn't!" Blaine gasped, mockingly grabbing his shirt to close it protectively.
"Try me," Kurt replied, narrowing his eyes.
Blaine twisted away to cough again, then flopped against the back of the couch, exhausted. He pulled at the collar of his shirt to expose his neck and upper chest. "Have at it. I surrender."
Kurt chuckled and slid over to apply the medicated gel, smiling when Blaine sighed contentedly. He buttoned up Blaine's shirt when he was done, and wrapped the blanket back around him gently. "I'll go heat up some soup. Be right back," he whispered, dropping a kiss to Blaine's forehead. Blaine hummed in acknowledgement, already half asleep as the VapoRub started to do its job.
For better or worse, in sickness and in health, Blaine was all his. "Eat your heart out Tina," he muttered as he headed for the kitchen.
A/N: I've always held a grudge against Tina for the VapoRub incident. Also, someone pointed out that I keep picking on Blaine, and here I go again. However, I thought the storyline, hinging on the "Tina Cohen-Chang Style" joke, made more sense with Blaine having a cold rather than Kurt. I will try to equalize it more in the future.