Kurt had had a very odd dream. He must've fallen asleep while Blaine was still there because he didn't remember him leaving, but in his dream Blaine had kissed him on the cheek. Kurt recalled it with a smile. It had felt so real, he could practically still feel the tingle on his face. Smiling, he pushed himself up and leant back on the pillows, feeling a great deal better. The clock told him it was half past eight and it was dark outside, but having slept all day Kurt was fairly awake, and pushed the covers off himself only to immediately pull them back in the unprecedented cold.
A knock on the door. "Hello," Kurt called, glad that his voice was starting to sound like his own again.
It was Carole. She walked over to the bed, resting a glass of water on the side table. "Hey, Kurt," she smiled. "How're you feeling?"
Kurt shrugged and pulled a face. "Better," he responded. "Still not amazing."
Carole nodded understandingly. "Well, have a drink," she advised, motioning towards the water. "I'll be downstairs if you need anything."
Kurt grimaced. He hated being so feeble; it was embarrassing. "I need to be better," he groaned.
Laughing a little, Carole left, closing the door quietly behind her.