A/N: Sorry this took longer than the others. I kinda got off track for a few days... but here I am. :)

So...this is the second to last for now. Hope you like it. And thanks again to all those lovely reviews and alerts. They really are appreciated.

snowangellms: you are totally right. It is a bit unrealistic... but oh well - I kinda wanted them in that bathtub together and when that happens my brains turns off that annoying logic part ;)

By the time Wes made it back with soup, more meds, lots of water and juice and some junk food for the other, everyone was exhausted.

Kurt and David had spent the time just watching Blaine, checking his temperature at least every fifteen minutes and softly talking to each other while the other boy slept.

His breathing still concerned the others. It was labored and just a bit too flat. They were sure that sleep was the best for him for now, but he was moving around a lot, occasionally mumbling – definitely deep in some feverish dreams.

They chose to not wake him up for now; they could always just warm up the soup in the microwave they had in the commons.

When the thrashing got too much, Kurt whispered to Blaine to wake up. He rubbed his hands over his arms and chest, trying to ground him in the here and now.

"Come on Blaine, wake up. It's just a dream."

The strangled sob that came from the sleeping boy shocked the others.

"Buddy wake up. It's ok. You're safe." Wes said while sitting next to him on the bed.

Blaine slowly opened his eyes, not knowing where he was for a moment. His panicked eyes were unfocused and not quite there.

"Blaine, it's ok man. You're good. We're right here. Kurt is behind you."

Blaine looked down onto the hand that was currently smoothing down his shirt on his chest and slowly blinked the room back into focus. Wes was glad when he saw recognition in the other boy`s eyes.

"Hey there. How you doing?"

It took Blaine a while to answer. His mouth felt like it was filled with cotton and his head took longer to process than usual.

"I'm alright, I think. Just… can I have some water, maybe?"

"Sure buddy. Just a sec." David went to get something and Blaine was able to relax again.

"You don't have to stay on the bed the whole time, you know. I can just lean against the wall."

"Oh… I don't mind really. But if you want me to get up… I can.."

"No… I don't. I just thought that maybe you wanted to. I'm sure you have stuff to do."

Wes actually snorted at that and had to turn around to not full out laugh while Kurt answered exasperated:

"Blaine. You really are too dense sometimes. You don't really believe that either one of us would just leave you to get some homework done, right?

You are burning up, not drinking enough and basically delusional most of the time, but still – you think we'd say see ya for class tomorrow.

Honestly Blaine, you have got to do something about your self-worth issues."

Blaine just swallowed and nodded at that and shot Wes an angry glare when he turned around, red as a tomato from holding his breath too long.

"I agree with him, you know."

And before Blaine could chuck a pillow at him he got up to prepare the soup.

Getting Blaine to eat was, yet again, challenging.

He was falling asleep constantly and they really didn't want hot soup on their friend. They already had enough stuff to worry about and a burned chest really wasn't on their wish list for now.

He also had a hard time holding the spoon, since he was still shaky. As his temperature was still high his body tried to cope with getting rid of whatever infection was going on inside.

Unfortunately that didn't help him eat.

He refused any help that the boys offered. He would not be fed, no matter how long it would take him to eat the soup himself. And so they took turns reminding him to try again, waking him up from his dazed napping.

They managed though: Blaine ate and slept; he drank and slept some more and he took meds and then… he slept.

David, Wes and Kurt stayed by his site, checking his temperature, feeding him crackers and juice and changing towel wraps.

The day had long gong and they were deep into the night, neither of them really wanting to go to bed, but also almost falling asleep where they were sitting.

The room was dark, with only a little lamp on David's nightstand to shed some soft light.

The only thing to be heard was Blaine's still rough breathing and an occasional bad cough. He looked like he was in pain, while he slept.

There were a few times when they heatedly discussed bundling him up and bringing him to the hospital. Especially when his temp decided to rise again sometime around 3 am, or when the coughing got so bad once he looked like he might faint from the lack of oxygen.

They were able to bring the fever down again and calm Blaine down enough to control his breathing. What worried them the most though, was how compliant he was.

Besides the soup incident, he let them do everything with him. He never even budded into any of the discussions and just let them decided. He was weak. Weak and exhausted and Kurt felt him struggling to fall asleep, struggling to breathe, struggling to stay awake.

Everything was just a big struggle for him.

But they stayed right by his site. Since he never really spoke up when he needed or wanted anything they became experts on his facial expressions and managed to figure out when he needed water or had to cough or any of the other things.

Wes suggested taking turns sleeping on David's bed and David himself took the first turn, while Kurt said he would just stay where he was and nap there.

So this is where Wes found himself at 4 am – watching his best friend fight the killer cold from hell and his other friends peacefully sleeping.

He wasn't sure how things got so bad all of a sudden but he was sure they would make it. He was grateful to Dalton, grateful to have such amazing friends that he knew, he could count on anytime. And this time they just had to proof to Blaine, that he was part of their group. That he didn't always have to be the provider and helpful hand, but that he could receive help. That people actually really wanted to be there for him.

So far, so good though. They would all be fine, he was sure of it.