When Rachel got home, Kurt was on his laptop at the kitchen table, working on his theatre history paper.

"Feeling better?" she asked.

"So much," Kurt replied cheerily as he typed.

"Good, because I won't feel guilty yelling at you then," Rachel smirked.

Kurt stopped typing and looked up. "What did I do?"

"Blaine texted me this morning."

Kurt made a face. "He… was mad?" he ventured.

"I assume you were talking to him the way you talk to me when you're sick? Yeah, I'd say he's mad."

"It's not… really your concern," he defended half-heartedly. "I'll call him in a bit," he added meekly. He hadn't thought about it much, but it didn't surprise him that Blaine had complained to Rachel. He didn't think he'd been unreasonable, but now that he didn't feel completely awful, he could admit he'd probably been a bit pushy this morning.

"I promised him I'd tell you off on his behalf. Tell me you don't deserve it," Rachel challenged.

Kurt sighed, resigned. "I may have bitten his head off a bit this morning," Kurt conceded. "In my defense, I was vomiting again through at least part of it."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "You should just provide Blaine and me with hotel vouchers when you're sick."

Kurt squirmed for a second. "Well I kinda did. I told him he should just crash at his place tonight."

"Wait. You threw him out?"
"No. I just… strongly suggested it was the best idea," Kurt hedged. "Where'd you think he was?"

"I don't know, out. I thought he was just keeping his distance. I didn't think you threw him out."

"Come on, stop being so dramatic. I didn't throw anyone out, I just… pointed out that he'd be happier this weekend without having to put up with my bedside manner in this condition."

Rachel crossed her arms. "And how'd you expect him to take that?"

"I—I don't know. I was… pretty focused on taking care of myself at that point. And yeah, he got mad and sort of stormed out, but that was sort of what I'd been saying—that he should leave…so…I kind of just hit the sack after that and forgot about it."

"He's been out all day then?"

"He went to his workout class. Probably worked off all his rage at me there and is over it. I'm sure he just met up with Sam somewhere after, he's probably fine."

"You're an idiot."

Kurt sat up a little taller. "I thought we had an agreement about how you talk to me, young lady."

Rachel rolled her eyes, unfased. "Not when you're being an idiot."

"Rachel. Blaine's fine, it was just a little fight—"

"That you started. You know I'm right, so stop arguing with me. Call your fiancé and apologize," Rachel added, pointedly picking up Kurt's phone from the kitchen table and shoving it into his hand.

Kurt shrunk into himself a moment. He stared at the phone, trying to think of some argument as to why he was right and why he shouldn't have to do what Rachel said just because she thought she could boss him around. But that sounded pretty childish in his head, and he was pretty sure it would sound even more childish out loud, so he kept it to himself. She was right that Blaine was unlikely to have just gotten over being mad at him, and in retrospect the optics of asking someone who made you breakfast while you were sick to leave were pretty shaky.

"Okay, Rachel." Kurt said, resigned. He dialed Blaine's number.