Chapter Two
IN WHICH FINN IS STABBED WITH A FORK... WELL, ALMOST
Kurt almost cried at the sight of his boyfriend.
Blaine was curled up into a tight ball in his car. His face was twisted into a pained expression. Blaine's complexion was about the same pale shade as Kurt's, a few tears were hanging on the tips of his eyelashes, and a few coughs had riveted his body.
"Blaine, baby, what hurts?" Kurt asked, climbing into the driver's seat.
"My throat," Blaine began, his voice gravelly, "and my stomach." He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, grasping onto the material of Kurt's soft jacket that was adorned with a variety of buttons, "Especially my stomach." He wheezed.
"That Italian Wedding Soup probably made you sick." Kurt sighed.
Finn, Blaine, Kurt, Carole, and Burt all met up at Breadstix to celebrate Carole's pregnancy. Blaine had been distracted by his boyfriend's skinny jeans and flawless face, so when the waitress padded over to them, Blaine had no idea what he wanted to order. He just sputtered out the first thing he saw, which had been Italian Wedding Soup. No one orders Italian Wedding Soup anymore; therefore the cooks would obviously screw it up. And they did, and now Blaine was practically dying.
"Just go home with Burt, Carole, and Finn. I can drive myself home, Kurt."
"Wait, to your home-home?" Kurt asked. Blaine spent enough time at Kurt's house to call it home. It always gave Kurt these weird little tingly feelings in his stomach when Blaine referred to the Hummel-Hudson residence as home. However, they went to the Anderson home when they wanted some privacy. "Blaine your parents aren't home! You'd have to be your own nurse."
"What do you think I did before when my parents were gone?" Blaine croaked.
Kurt could picture a frail, fourteen year old Blaine, who was fixing his own chicken noodle soup and preparing his own thermometer. "That's terrible, Blaine! You're going to the Hummel-Hudson home immediately." Kurt demanded. He was determined to provide Blaine with proper care.
"I don't want to get Carole sick."
"Blaine, you know she won't care. Now c'mon, we're going to my house." And Kurt's tone made Blaine agree immediately.
Finn stumbled into the kitchen. He stood a little gawkily.
When Blaine had gotten home, Carole and Kurt had rushed him onto the couch. They gave Finn a pointed look, told him to get some Motrin or Tylenol, and then returned to fawning over Blaine. Finn sent a look that said "where the heck is the medicine?", and Burt just shrugged and sat down in a recliner.
Why was it that Carole was the only person who could find things in this house? Well, Kurt and Blaine were pretty good with that stuff. Maybe it was just him and Burt who were challenged in this topic.
So Finn started opening every single cabinet. This was difficult, considering some was too full and the items would spill out. Around the third cabinet, Finn realized they had all been labeled.
"Hurry up, Finn!" Kurt snapped, nearly sprinting past the kitchen to grab a moist toilette from his room.
Finn grabbed the bottle of Tylenol and filled a cup with water. He praised himself for a moment before he hurriedly handed the items to Carole.
"You look terrible, Blaine." Finn said bluntly, noticing how sick Blaine really looked.
Blaine laughed, despite how much it hurt his stomach, "Thanks, Finn."
Finn beamed; happy he and Blaine were on good terms now. Kurt hadn't talked to him for at least three days after he had snapped at Blaine for wearing a bow tie to school four times in a row.
"Okay, Blaine, I have all of you favorite movies here. I even found Muppets from Space in Finn's room!" Kurt said happily, placing a pile of movies on the coffee table.
Blaine did that head-tilt that meant "oh hey... I think I figured something out" and his eyes got really soft. He almost told Kurt he loved him, but that would be kind of a weird thing to do in front of Kurt's entire family. So he just said thank you.
But as people kept on talking, Blaine found things much harder to understand.
"Where is Blaine going to sleep?" Finn asked, suddenly realizing they hadn't sorted this matter our yet.
"Well, he'll obviously be sleeping in my room." Kurt sounded defiant.
Burt shot up from the soft material of his chair, "Absolutely not!"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Dad, he's sick! Nothing is going to happen."
Finn, being the helpful big brother he is, decided to put his opinion out there in the open. "Yeah, Blaine should sleep in Kurt's room. They wouldn't do anything anyway. I mean, there are two dudes." Finn said this seriously, for he was unaware of the pamphlets underneath Kurt's bed.
Kurt turned viciously towards Finn, shooting him his scariest stare yet. But Carole didn't have time to scold Finn; and Finn didn't have time to make himself scarce before Blaine started giggling hysterically.
Muffled slightly from being shoved in the cushions came Blaine's singing voice, "I Will Survive! As long as I know how to love I know I will survive!"
"Blaine-"
"Gaga-ooh-la-la, want your bad romance!" Blaine sang again, completely interrupting Kurt.
"Finn, what did you give Blaine?" Carole asked Finn, gazing over at Blaine broke into a rendition of Adele's "Rumor Has It".
Finn's eyes widened a little. He could have accidentally given Blaine the wrong medicine. Kurt was already mad at him for his previous comment, and if Kurt found out about this... Oh god, the browser history! He must have grabbed the wrong pill bottle. This was bad. Finn's life was at stake here. Kurt would surely show Carole the browser history, and there was some crazy stuff on that browser history.
"N-no I'm positive I gave him Tylenol. He probably has some weird reaction to it. You know, I think Rachel has that reaction with Advil." Finn mentally slapped himself. Kurt and Rachel were friends now. What if Kurt asked her about that? "Maybe it was Tina. I'm not sure."
Kurt sighed, "Oh no. Loopy Blaine won't be good..."
"He's still not sleeping in your room." Burt grumbled, glaring at the T.V. screen.
Abruptly, Blaine stopped singing. He pulled his head from the couch. "Kurt..." He whimpered, sounded genuinely scared. "I don't like Lady Gaga. Are you going to break up with me?"
Kurt laughed a little, "Then why were you singing one of her songs? And of course I won't break up with you."
Blaine nodded happily, ignoring Kurt's first question.
Finn left the room to get a sandwich. He need time to breathe. The browser history was still looming threateningly over his head.
"He's sleeping on the couch." Burt huffed.
"Burt, really? Sweetie, give Kurt some credit. Besides, I'm a very light sleeper." Carole said to Burt.
He sighed, a little unconvinced.
"I'll make you steak." Carole deadpanned.
"You make a valid point, Carole. Blaine will be sleeping in Kurt's room tonight." Burt said, happy with himself as he flipped the channels to the nearest football game.
"Carole, are you going to have baby boy or a baby girl? What if the baby comes out green? Hey, Kurt! Kurt! Hey, Kurt! Did you know my favorite color is green?" Blaine rambled, laying face-down on the couch with his head poked to the side so he could make eye contact with Kurt and Carole.
"Blaine, you're favorite color is navy blue." Kurt said, "You told me last week."
"Hey Kurt! Kurt! Hey!" Blaine jiggled excitedly, hoping for Kurt to pay attention to him.
"What?" Kurt said. He'd been staring at Blaine the whole time the curly headed boy had been calling for him.
"Will you come sit with me?" He pouted, "I'm cold."
Kurt smiled warmly, remembering Blaine was sick. "Yes, Blaine." He sat down on the couch, Blaine scooting over to give Kurt room. But Blaine did end up putting his head in Kurt's lap.
Maybe this whole loopy Blaine thing wasn't such a bad thing.
Finn, carrying a sandwich in hand, sauntered back into the room. He'd managed to regain a normal breathing pattern and was perfectly fine now. Carole had to restrain herself from pointing out that they had just had dinner.
"Hey! The Wildcats are playing?" Finn shoveled the sandwich into his mouth as he asked this.
Blaine became tense. He apprehensively cast a glance at the towering boy. He blinked twice up at Finn. And then he was jumping from his seat and screaming.
"IT'S BIGFOOT!" Blaine yelled, running the opposite direction and into the kitchen.
"Blaine?" Kurt called.
It took Carole, Kurt, Burt, and Finn two seconds to realize they'd have to run after the boy and catch him.
So the Hummel-Hudsons chased Blaine all around the house. Soon enough, they'd made a complete circle and ended up back into the kitchen. Finn had grabbed a butterfly net somewhere along the way, hoping he'd catch Blaine with it. And Burt had lost his baseball cap. Burt had wanted to run back and grab it Indiana Jones style, but Kurt snapped at him to stop lollygagging. The entire time Blaine had been convinced Finn was Bigfoot, and he was trying to harm him.
"No, Bigfoot!" Blaine grabbed Kurt and pushed him behind his back. "You won't hurt me or my boyfriend!"
"I'm not bigfoot!" Finn protested.
Kurt noticed Blaine had a fork in his hand. Blaine pulled back his hand to stab Finn with the utensil, but Finn reached for Blaine's arm just in time. The whole sequence had been very action movie like. You know... if the characters were on loopy medicine and thought the other character was a large mythical beast.
"Dude! I'm Finn, not Bigfoot!"
Blaine stared at Finn for a moment. He hung his head in shame, and then collapsed into a heap on the floor. He began to sob and clutch onto Kurt's pant leg.
"I'm so sorry!" He heaved, "Finn is Finn! He's not Bigfoot! And I m-made Carole run when she is pregnant!" He sputtered, "I'm s-so mean!"
Kurt watched his boyfriend weep, huddled into a ball on the floor. Blaine looked so helpless. He continued to plead for Carole and Finn's forgiveness, but never let go of Kurt's leg. He knew exactly what to do, considering he had practically memorized Blaine's list of favorite movies and soothing drinks.
"Carole, go lay down." Kurt murmured as he helped Blaine back to his feet. "I can handle this. Finn and Burt, go watch the game or give Carole a foot message."
Finn, Burt, and Carole all hesitantly agreed after assuring Kurt was okay with caring for Blaine. And soon enough, Kurt and assisted Blaine up the steps. He did, however, return to the family room to gather Blaine's favorite movies.
But, Blaine refused to sleep in Kurt's room. He insisted that they slept in the baby's room.
"But Kurt! The room is pretty like you!" He had said while attempting to stroke Kurt's hair.
So, soon enough, the two of them were snuggled together on the carpet. Kurt had bought a television for the room earlier. It didn't have cable yet, but it matched the room's color scheme perfectly.
Kurt ran his hands through Blaine's hair. It was messy and tousled and curly. Kurt had experienced curly Blaine twice. The first time had been during the summer when they had gone to the pool. (Shirtless Blaine plus curly Blaine... well, it didn't work out to well for Kurt's self-control. They ended up hopping into Blaine's car to "practice".) The second time being during the You Make My Dreams Come True/I Can't Go For That mash-up. Needless to say, the rare curly headed Blaine was extremely exciting.
Blaine smiled contentedly. "I really don't know what I'm going to do when you go to New York... I'm not sure what we're going to do either."
"Wait, what?" Kurt asked, not realizing Blaine had thought about Kurt and Blaine as a long distance couple. Kurt had just been avoiding the topic and refusing to think about it. Was Blaine worried?
But Kurt didn't have the chance to ask him, for Blaine was fast asleep in Kurt's lap.
Author's Note: OK... so this is OhMyGagaIt'sKlaine. I am a huge procrastinator. Like, huge. And I feel terrible for making you guys wait so long to read this chapter. I promise, I will be more faithful to my FanFiction writing. I swear it on Chris Colfer's adorableness.
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