When Blaine got back to his place, there was no sign of Mercedes or Sam. He wondered if they were out together. He texted Sam.

Hey, when you coming home tonight?

As he sent the text he realized that Sam would wonder why he was asking, so he sent another.

Long story, Kurt's sick, so crashing at home tonight instead of the loft.

As he sent the second text, it occurred to Blaine that Sam and Mercedes probably looked forward to weekends together at home the way he looked forward to weekends at the loft with Kurt. Maybe they'll be annoyed I'm back when they were expecting a roommate-free night. They'd be too polite to say so, but… Ugh. He had been trying to think positively about the circumstances, and now he felt worse. He went to the kitchen to look for a snack, hoping to find something in the realm of comfort food.

A minute or two later, Sam texted back.

That sucks bro. Hope you didn't bring back anything catching. We're about to see a movie then late dinner probably. Won't be back for a few hours at least.

Blaine sighed. On the one hand he didn't have to worry that he was somehow going to disrupt their plans; they were already out. On the other hand, it meant he was going to be all by his lonesome tonight. Resigned, he pulled out some leftovers from the fridge to try to cobble together some dinner.

About an hour later he was on the couch, watching tv and chewing on the last of those leftovers, when his phone rang. His mom often called to Skype on Saturdays and he really didn't want to deal with her asking questions about where Kurt was or how his weekend was going when the answer was not great. Figuring it was her, he let it go to voicemail and finished watching Dancing With the Stars.

When the show was over, he took time to wash the dishes and clean up before he went back to the living room and picked up his phone. Fuck. If he'd known Kurt was calling he'd have picked up. He listened to the voicemail.

"Hey, I'm hoping you're not picking up because you're out and about with Sam or something… But give me a call when you get a chance? Love you."

Blaine smiled just hearing Kurt say he loved him. He dialed back. Kurt picked up on the first ring.

"Hey."

"Hey."

There was a pause.

"Is… everything okay? Sorry I didn't get the call before-" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, I thought you were busy with Sam or something."

"N-no. Sam and Mercedes went out. I'm just… home. Are you… feeling any better?"

"Yeah, I slept basically the whole morning. Not at full speed yet, but able to get some homework done."

"Well that's…good, I guess."

Kurt sighed. "I guess I… sort of owe you an apology."

Blaine blinked, surprised.

"You do?"

"About this morning."

"I know you were sick." Blaine reassured automatically.

"I know. I just—Rachel pointed out that…um…" Kurt trailed off.

"You talked to Rachel?"

"She said you were kind of mad."

"Well. I was before. Not… as much anymore."

"I didn't mean to make you feel… unwanted or anything. I just… only like other people in certain doses when I'm healthy and when I'm sick… well, sometimes I'd just prefer to be alone. But I didn't mean to snap at you and… I see how asking you to leave wasn't exactly nice."

Blaine took a breath. He hadn't expected Kurt to apologize for all of this, but there was something he couldn't let go. "You said- that I was being childish."

Kurt sighed. "That wasn't… my finest moment," he admitted. "And I know I made you go to that abs class all by yourself when it was supposed to be our thing together, but I promise as soon as I've got more than 24 hours of eating solid food down I'll make it up by doing extra workouts on that crazy app of yours, whatever you want."

Blaine chuckled. "Only if you Skype with me when you're all sweaty after your workout. Then I can enjoy the view," he teased.

Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling. "I'll never understand how you think it's sexy when I'm all sweaty and gross. But I'll take my shirt off and everything."

"Deal."

"So you… forgive me?"

"I was mad before, and sort of—hurt about it. But I actually had kind of a decent afternoon in the city, and I—I get it. But I do appreciate you saying sorry."

"I know I'm not always the best at… apologizing." Kurt conceded.

Blaine smiled. "You're doing fine."

"So Amy work you hard this morning?"

"Amy?"

"At class."

"Oh! Y-yeah. It- wasn't quite as bad as last time though."

"You must be sore."

"Uh- a little, I guess," Blaine hedged.

"I'm going to totally feel guilty for missing it when I see her in Acting with the Camera class on Monday."

"Oh—I… I wouldn't worry about that. I told her you weren't feeling well, she understands."

"I don't know where she gets all that energy to do that job. I heard she teaches like 12 aerobics classes a week."

"Ugh. Makes me feel lazy just thinking about it."

"So I'm sorry I… kinda ruined our weekend time together."

"It's okay Kurt, you already apologized."

"I'm not going to make you come all the way back out here tonight, but if you want maybe we could meet up for lunch tomorrow and catch a movie? And maybe you could sleep over again after Monday night dinner?"

"I'd love that."

"I'm sorry I'm kind of a jerk sometimes."

"Wow, Rachel must have read you the Riot Act," Blaine teased.

"Something like that. But she was right. I'm just not used to having to make amends, I guess? The arrangement here kind of puts me in a position of… evaluating what everybody else is doing wrong most of the time. It's sort of humbling, having the shoe on the other foot. I was honestly pretty defensive about it when Rachel first brought it up, but now, I just… feel guilty."

"Nobody's perfect."

"I'll make it up to you. You were right that if you or Rachel had been that snippy with me I'd probably have been swatting your backsides."

"Well I guess that's an option but I think that would feel kind of weird, to be on the other side of things," Blaine chuckled.

"Hmm, I see what you mean."

"Just don't let it happen again, mister," Blaine joked.

Kurt giggled. "Next time I'm deathly ill I'll try to remember my manners better."

"Yeah probably a good idea. I might find it awkward putting you over my knee but you never know what Rachel's capable of."

"Good point."

"So you're eating?"

"Soup."

"That's a good start. Honestly if you're not in top shape tomorrow I'll understand, Kurt. You don't have to push yourself."

"I'll call you in the morning, but I think I'll be okay. I want to see you."

Blaine smiled, happy to hear that. "Okay, take care of yourself. And if Rachel keeps scolding you, just remember to nod and say, "yes ma'am," a lot."

Kurt laughed. "Good advice."

"Well, I've been in trouble a few times before. I'll show you the ropes."

"Thanks."
"Have a good night."

"You too. I love you."

"Love you too."