Author's Note: I got reviews! And prompts. So, that's like, doubly awesome. Yeah. Okay, here's the next chapter! I'll do like two chapters because of the two prompts, so here's the first one.

"Relax Seb," Jeff said, placing a gentle hand on Sebastian's shoulder.

Sebastian flinched at the contact and stood up, foot tapping impatiently. "I am relaxed," he scoffed, but his pallid skin and dark circles under his eyes proved otherwise.

Nick ignored Sebastian's comment and tugged him closer to where he and Jeff were sitting. "It's okay Sebby," he soothed. "Just let it out. Let it all out."

Sebastian's eyes widened in panic as Nick and Jeff pulled him into a tight and hug and started singing 'Kumbaya'. "Guys," he said, squirming and starting to panic just a bit.

"It's okay buddy," whispered Jeff, sniffling as Nick kept singing. "It's okay. We got you. We're one big happy family here. It's okay."

"Fucking…fucking hell! Guys! Stares! We're attracting stares, not cool, and what? Huh? Sorry you gotta speak just a little bit louder. What? These guys? No, I don't know who they are. Ha. What a ridiculous question. They are so not my Warbler friends who go to Dalton Academy with me and trade our lunches. No way." Sebastian was nodding emphatically with every word. The lady who asked the question looked unconvinced.

"It's okay man. It's okay," breathed Nick disturbingly into his ear. Sebastian smacked him away just as Kurt's doctor came in-Sebastian memorized who Kurt was with, just to make sure of his safety: dark hair, blue eyes, weird funky glasses, bit of an acne problem here and there, tall, lanky, hunched back, with a five foot ten frame and a slight limp. His name was Herbert Gertrude Johnson, and he was born in 1978, so no. He's not obsessed-tapping his foot.

"Mr. Smythe?" he asked.

"Right here, sir," Sebastian said, all humor fading away.

"Your boyfriend was suffering from a mild bout of pneumonia. He's fine now, and-"

"Can I see him?" asked Sebastian excitedly.

"Well. The thing is," the Dr. Johnson began.

"I. Want. To. See. Him."

Nick winced as Jeff leaned in and whispered, "You best let him in. He's gonna throw a full out tantrum if you don't."

Indeed, Sebastian's face was already an odd, purplish hue and he was biting his trembling lower lip. "I WANNA SEE HIM BECAUSE I WUV HIM! WHY WON'T YOU LET ME SEE HIM?!" Sebastian let a stray tear slip from his eye. All eyes in the waiting room turned to glare at the poor doctor.

"Uh," said Dr. Johnson.

"THIS BAD MAN IS NOT LETTING ME SEE THE WUV OF MY LIFE!" wailed Sebastian.

"Oh shit," groaned Nick. "I'm actually sorta embarrassed now. I didn't think I could feel that emotion because of all the times I spent with Jeff. I thought it'd numbed down."

Jeff, too, was covering his face. "Sebastian," he whispered, "If you stop, Nicky and I will sing Kumbaya to you again!" For some odd reason that Jeff and Nick could not comprehend, Sebastian wailed harder and louder.

"Right!" said Dr. Johnson, right in the middle of Sebastian's tantrum. "Right this way sir! Follow me." The poor doctor felt the need to get out of the tension filled room.

Sniffling, Sebastian followed Dr. Johnson to Kurt's room. He opened the door and lo and behold! Kurt. "Kurtie!" Sebastian cried.

Kurt's eyes rolled to him. He was a bit pale and delicate looking, but other than that, fine. "Bas," he greeted, "did you do the tantrum thing again?" Kurt's eyebrow had slowly inched up to the Look of Oncoming Death. Sebastian, Nick, and Jeff shrunk back while the doctor muttered something about diagnostics and racing off.

"No, of course not!" squeaked Sebastian. "No way! I-"

"Sebastian Smythe!" interrupted Kurt. "I thought I told you better than to-" A round of harsh, guttural coughing cut in, and Kurt doubled over, body racking with each, painful cough.

A new light of determination entered Sebastian's eyes.

"Kurt, baby," said Sebastian, softly now. He strode across the room and knelt beside Kurt, gently lifting a cup to pour into his boyfriend's mouth. "Better?" he asked quietly as Kurt finished.

"Yeah," said Kurt, spluttering just a bit.

"Kurt," said Sebastian sternly. He cradled Kurt's cheek with a hand. "Next time you get sick, you tell Bas Bas, so Bas Bas can tell the good doctor. Okay? You understand?"

Kurt squinted. "I would've been touched if you hadn't used that baby voice you put on when talking to toddlers."

Sebastian laughed. "Silly Kurt!" he said, patting Kurt's head forcefully.

"Ow," Kurt said.

"You take nappy time, kay kay?" Sebastian asked gently.

"Is he like this often?" Kurt asked to Jeff and Nick. "I mean, for all the time I've dated him, this has never happened."

Nick and Jeff shared a secret smile. "He can't function properly without you," Jeff finally explained.

"It's like you're his other half, so he feels the need to protect you, like a mother would to her baby," added Nick.

"Kurtie go to sleep now," ordered Sebastian, tucking the blanket to Kurt's chin. "Kurtie take nice nap. Bas bas will stay here."

"Uh," said Kurt. He was freaked out, to say the least, and a bit touched by Nick and Jeff's clarification on Sebastian's off behavior.

"Nighty night, Kurtie," cooed Sebastien. He turned to Nick and Jeff and snapped his fingers. "Music boys," he said in his normal voice. "Make my darling baby sleep." Kurt opened his mouth to protest, but Sebastian quickly smothered him with a tight hug.

"Kumbaya, my Lord," sang Nick.

"Kumbayaaaaaa," sang Jeff.

Strangely enough, between Sebastian's tight embrace and Niff's horrid song choice, Kurt felt safe enough to sleep, with one thought running through his mind: I love these guys.

A/N: I KNOW IT'S AWFUL BUT HEY I AM SO TIRED DOING SO MANY ESSAYS SO WHEN I HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF FREE TIME I DO THIS SO SORRY IF YOU DON'T LIKE!