David was brought of his slumber, that she shouldn't really have fallen into in the first time, by a soft knock on the door.

He looked around the room quickly and saw pale but fairly peaceful looking Blaine resting on a slightly snoring Kurt (he would never let him live that down) and behind him slept Wes, not disturbed by the noise at all.

A quick glance at the nightstand told him that it was already close to 7 am.

He went to answer the door, wondering who it could be, and was greeted by Ms. Moore.

"Hello David. I'm really sorry that I couldn't come in last night and was up worried for a long time. But I was able to have someone come in this morning so I could check on you boys early. How did the night go?"

"Well we had a few scares to be honest, but it went all right in the end. His fever's down, but nowhere near to normal. I'm surprised we didn't break the thermometer with how often we used it. But Ms. Moore – I really don't think this is just a cold. His breathing sounds horrible and I think it hurts him."

"Hmm… I was worried about that. Let's check on him and see what we can do."

David went to wake up the others while focused on Blaine.

"Honey, wake up for a minute please. I need to check on your lungs."

Blaine woke up a lot quicker than before but was still pretty out of it.

Kurt reminded him of his presence by squeezing his hand and running a hand over his hair. Blaine's breathing got back to normal and he seemed to recognize where he was.

"Why, hello there. I heard you had a rough couple days, huh? I really wish you would have told me last week before it got so bad. But for now, let me listen to your chest."

Blaine nodded and sat up with Kurt's help.

Once the nurse was done checking various things and talking quietly to Blaine, who had to stop a few times to cough, she straightened up and motioned the boys to follow her outside.

Kurt looked conflicted, wanting to hear what she had to say and not wanting to leave Blaine by himself.

"Go. I know you want to. And I'll be ok for a few minutes."

"But…are you sure… I can"

"Kurt. Just go. You can be my pillow when you come back."

Kurt rushed out of the room, but only after making sure Blaine was positioned against the wall and cushioned by at least four pillows.

"Ok. David you were right. This is not only a cold.

And of course I'm not a doctor, but to me it sounds awfully close to pneumonia. His breathing is highly constricted and I worry that he doesn't get enough oxygen. His fever is still too high for my liking and he is a bit confused.

So…we're bringing him to a doctor. I will get my car to the front and call his parents and the dean. David, come with me please, so you can get a wheelchair from my office. We don't want him to move any more than he absolutely has to. You two, make sure he wears something warm and comfortable and then meet me outside so we can get this over with quickly."

The boys nodded and went off into their designated directions.

Blaine was alert and talking and he sure didn't hide is absolute dislike of having to go to the doctor. More than once did he try to convince the others, that he was fine and able to sleep it off.

At first Wes and Kurt tried to reason with him but soon enough they just ignored his whining and dressed him almost like a doll.

Ms. Moore had been able to inform a sleepy dean and left a message for Blaine's parents and soon they were at the doctor's office.

Ms. Moore had been right.

Blaine had a pretty bad pneumonia. The doctor seemed to have a hard time deciding whether he should admit him into the hospital, but when Blaine very loudly explained his absolute hatred to that idea and that he would be taken care of at school he agreed. But not before he talked to the nurse and each of the boys, making sure what exactly they had to do and when to seek out more help.

Pneumonia was tricky. They could get worse quickly and it was important to spot the signs early on. But when the boys described what they had done these past hours, he was sure they could handle it.

Especially since the nurse agreed to watch over him in her office during the day and that she would be reachable by phone at all times.

He handed them prescriptions for a handful of meds and took his time explaining any possible complications. He added an inhaler for emergencies since Blaine's breathing was the most worrisome.

Not as bad as they had thought, since he still got adequate oxygen levels, but it was straining and Blaine could use some rest in that area.

Kurt was still a bit doubtful about their decision to let Blaine go back to school but he grudgingly agreed, when the doctor explained how his situation wasn't life threatening and that most of the times patients recovered a lot better in an environment they felt safe at.

And Blaine definitely didn't seem to like spending time in a hospital. He assured him though, that if his temp would go up to a certain degree or if Blaine's breathing was getting any worse Kurt had the duty to call an ambulance.

"Never gonna happen" Blaine wheezed at that and went to stand up, aided by Wes by his side.

Back at Dalton Ms. Moore helped Blaine settle in the infirmary and sent the others to gather his things from his room. Once he was situated, had taken his meds and was close to falling asleep yet again, Ms. Moore turned to the others.

"You boys did good. I'm very proud of you. And I'm sure you could all use some sleep now. I informed your teachers and you can take the whole day of."

When nobody moved and only widely grinned at her, she added:

"Well… what are you waiting for? Go on. I'll take good care of him."

David and Wes quickly said their goodbyes and thank you's and were off towards their rooms for many hours of relaxing sleep.

Kurt however stood back, unsure of what to do.

"Honey, what about you? Aren't you tired?"

"um… I … yeah. But I was wondering; would it be ok if I stayed for a little while longer?"

"Oh sure. Stay as long as you like. There is no one here besides us, so you won't disturb anyone. Just let him have some sleep, ok? And let me know, if you need me."

She said with a knowing smile, patting Kurt on his arm and leaving the room to work in her office.

Kurt turned to Blaine again, who was smiling at him lazily, very close to falling asleep.

"I'm fine you know. You can go to your room if you like."

"Oh shut up and move over."

Blaine looked at Kurt in confusion.

"Yeah…you heard right. Now move over. I'd like to lie down next to you for a change…. Unless you feel uncomfortable of course."

Once Blaine finally found his speech he answered:

"No… I uh… I'd like that."

He struggled to sit up and scoot over, so Kurt could have some space.

Kurt laid down next to Blaine, taking off his shoes and jacket and making himself comfortable.

Blaine didn't know what to do or how to move. And Kurt sensed his confusion and pulled Blaine down by his sleeve.

"Come on… lie down. You need to rest."

He pulled Blaine's head onto his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, so Blaine was lying on his side, snuggled up to Kurt.

Blaine sighed contently, when Kurt covered them with a warm blanket.

"I know that David and Wes will yell at you, once you're recovered. And I might want in on that.

But most importantly we will have to talk about us. I know there is more going on...between us, I mean. I know that I have been very, very wrong in the past, but a blind man with a crutch would know.

And I refuse to be the dumb blind boy for longer, not acknowledging what's right in front of me. Believe me, I'm super nervous and it's taking all my courage to say this…. But apparently I have to be the direct one right now.

So…. Relax, recuperate and then we'll have a talk. Unless you tell me right now, that you don't want to."

Blaine smiled against his collarbone and nodded softly.

He was feeling better, with meds running through him and a lovely, soft and adorable body next to him. There was nowhere else he wanted to be right now, so he said:

"No… I'd like that very much." And after a pause he added: "Thank you for … just uh ... for being you."

It was Kurt's turn to smile at that.

"You're very welcome. Now sleep. I need you to get better soon."

They both fell asleep feeling good. Good about themselves and happy to be in each others lives. Ms. Moore quietly shut the door, wanting to give them more privacy while shielding them from any authority figures. They've had enough trouble for a few days, they could have a day of respite.

The End ...

A/N: Well this it folks. At least for now. There's always room for more, I suppose.

This was my very first fanfic writing experience and let me tell you - it has been pretty amazing.
I can't believe how gratifying it is to receive feedback on stuff I usually would just save on my computer, to not be seen by anyone.
It hasn't been particulary easy to write in English, but that makes me even prouder to have finished.

I do love hurt and vulnerable Blaine, so let me know if you have a perfect story for me to read :)

Until the next time I can't help but post a story.

It has been a blast, thanks for hanging in there!

Love,
J