Kurt sat on the armchair facing the window, looking out contemplating. He was holding his hand on his cheek, trying to find a pain lowering position. It had been two days now and the pain had constantly grown worse. It was getting harder and harder to keep it from Blaine as it got more painful to eat. The only thing that did not make it worse was tepid mashed potato and Blaine would not allow them to have the same meal on two days. So Kurt ate when he was alone and said he was not hungry at mealtimes.
Kurt was angry at himself. He wished to be able to get around his fear, but it was rooted so deeply he just could not. There was nothing he feared more than Blaine finding out about his condition. A tear was running down his cheek partly due to the anger but mostly fueled by the pain.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hey Kurt!", Blaine said while kissing Kurt on the cheek. "Hey, hey... What is wrong?", he looked at Kurt worried.
Kurt wiped the tears away. "Nothing, love. I was just thinking about a movie..."
Blaine smiled, then he hugged Kurt "You are so easily weeped."
Kurt smiled. "I know. Sorry I worried you."
Blaine laughed, "Let's heat up some of the rice you made yesterday. I'm starving."
Kurt got up and went to the kitchen. He heated up the food in the microwave, while Blaine put two plates and forks on the table. When the bleep came on Kurt took out the rice and put it into a bowl he placed on the table and Blaine hastily filled up the plates to start eating. He looked at Kurt, whom was poking in his food. "Are you all right, love? I mean, you have not been eating well the last few days. Do you feel sick?"
"Not really. I'm just not really hungry, that is all. I guess I might be getting ill. That has to happen on vacations, doesn't it?", Kurt had prepared the pretext a day prior and tried to sound convincing and Blaine seemed to believe it.
When he fished Blaine picked up Kurt's plate. "Are you in for a stroll? I thought we could got to the park and feed the ducks...", he asked.
Kurt nodded. It would probably be easier to hide the pain when they were out. He was hoping for this to be over soon. Sometime in the near future the pain had to end, hadn't it?
He went to the kitchen and grabbed some old bread. "Is it cold outside?", he shouted to Blaine, whom had gone to the bathroom to adjust his hair.
"It is fairly mild. I think you should take a light jacket.", was the reply.
He went to the cloak hander and grabbed his red coat. Slipping into it he took a coat for Blaine and handed it to him.
"Are you sure, you are okay, Kurt?", Blaine asked as he took the coat Kurt handed him.
"Why?", Kurt asked baffled.
"Because the coat is blue...", Blaine said, sounding like he was waiting for the penny to drop.
Kurt did not know what this was about. "And the problem with that is?"
Blaine had a look of confusion in his eyes. "Have you looked at my trousers? The colours are clashing elusively."
Kurt smiled. "Sorry, I was distracted by your face.", the compliment would help him to forget.
"You are weird. But that's what makes you beautiful.", Blaine just looked at him, before he went for the kiss.