Sooo, this episode is going to be shorter than the others, as there isn't much to work with. It's basically my attempt at explaining Blaine's absence from the episode, as well as some attempted Avril-centred humor. Just a brief warning; this will pretty much be Avril centered, this episode. There will be a decent amount of Blaine and Warbler-ness, but, yeah...mainly Avril. :)
WARNING; the following chapter contained real nasty illness for one of the main characters. I don't think you can catch it, but just in case, you have been warned. ;)
"Hey Blaine." Avril sighed morosely, settling into the chair beside him; and David and Wes recoiled, Wes even going so far as to hiss at her.
"You look like crap, Avril." David stated, eyes round, and Avril scowled at him, before taking a vicious bit of her apple.
"Quiet, you." She said shortly-or as shortly as was possible around her mouthful of apple-before grimacing as she swallowed, and pulling her latte towards her, sipping at it cautiously. Blaine examined his cousin with a frown, taking in the sickly pallor of her skin and the circles under her eyes, his expression gradually becoming more and more concerned.
"Are you alright, Avril?" He asked, reaching out to lightly touch her shoulder; but the blonde girl avoided the contact, scooting her chair closer to David; who almost leapt into Wes' lap with the movement. Blaine's expression became alarmed, and he reached out to rest his hand on her forehead before she could escape him.
"God, Avril! You're burning up! What are you even doing out of bed?" Avril frowned at him, before taking another bite of her apple; wincing once again as she swallowed-a clear sign of a sore throat which was probably giving her hell.
"'m fine." She mumbled, clutching her coffee cup tightly in both hands while she stared at the table.
"Got things to do; don't get sick." She mumbled, and Blaine scowled at her.
"Well then how come your grammar seems to have deserted you? We both know you only ever start talking like that when you're unwell." Avril shook her head resolutely, but when she looked up at Blaine, her eyes were unfocussed for a moment. She blinked a couple of times, before zeroing in on his face.
"I haven't had so much as a cold since I was eight, Blaine. I...I'm fine. Perfectly...fine." Blaine just looked at her, and she blanched, looking away.
"So, maybe I feel a little rough..." She mumbled. He continued to look at her, and she wilted under his gaze, tugging her coffee closer to her defensively.
"Okay, so maybe that was a little optimistic; but I'm not that sick." Blaine frowned at her, and she sighed.
"I might have a bug." She conceded; and when Blaine's frown deepened, she let out a wail which sounded painful coming from her obviously tortured throat.
"I'm dying, Blaine! It took three tries for me to put my shirt on right! I could barely tell the difference between the door to my room and the wall beside it earlier, and my head feels light there's a legion of medieval soldiers attacking my skull from the inside out. I think someone might have force-fed me sand paper while I was sleeping, and I've already vomited twice. Are you happy? I feel like crap. I'm pretty sure the moment I let myself rest I'm going to drop into a coma and never wake up." Blaine sighed heavily, and he got to his feet, pulling her up with him and wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Come on. We'll get you back in bed, and I'll see if I can find some Tylenol for your head. The school nurse may even have something for your throat, if you're lucky." Avril only went to swat at him once, before sighing in resignation and resting her head against his shoulder.
"Can I watch Disney movies?" She mumbled, and Blaine smiled briefly, before pulling her out of the cafeteria with him.
"Of course you can." He soothed, heading in the direction of the dorms.
Wes and David, still sat at their table, exchanged concerned glances. Wes lightly tugged on David's sleeve.
"If Avril turns into a zombie, and she eats Blaine, can I have his sound system if you get his laptop?" David lightly patted Wes on the back of the hand.
"She's not going to eat Blaine, Wes. But if she gets sick of him and kills him, then yes. I can work with that."
The boys shook hands.
"No. No! I don't want it! Go away! Leave me alone, Blaine!" Blaine sighed heavily, sitting on the edge of Avril's bed as she weakly swatted at him, turning away from the spoonful of medicine he was trying to feed her.
"You have to take your medicine, Avril. Otherwise you aren't going to get any better." Avril scowled up at him, eyes narrowed.
"I don't want to get better. I want to die." She dead-panned and Blaine rolled his eyes. He picked up the glass of orange juice sat on her bed side table and held it towards her, his face serious.
"Drink it, and then take your medicine. No arguments." Avril let out a plaintive whine, and tossed and turned pathetically for a moment, before peering up at Blaine, pouting lightly.
"Can I call your Pretty Pretty Nymph after?" She asked, blinking up at him hopefully. Blaine scowled at her, and pushed the glass into her hands.
"He's not mine, Avril. But yes. You can call Kurt." Avril giggled in delight; but it quickly turned into a bout of violent coughing, after which she scowled at the smug look on Blaine's face, and sipped at the orange juice. Blaine waved the spoon full of medicine in front of her face tauntingly, and she pouted before obediently opening her mouth. Once she'd swallowed the medicine, she slumped down amongst her pillows and pouted up at him.
"Phone?" She asked hopefully, and Blaine rolled his eyes before picking up her phone, sat on her bedside table, and handing it to her.
"If I hear the words 'pretty pretty nymph' leave your mouth even once, I swear to all things good and holy that you will never see your phone again." Avril pouted and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at her sheets.
"You suck." She mumbled, before unlocking her phone and scrolling through her contacts. She sighed dramatically when she found Kurt's number, scowling at Blaine briefly, before calling him and brushing her fringe away from her forehead as she held her phone to her ear.
Avril smiled slightly when Kurt picked up.
"Hi." She offered softly; and grinned at the enthusiastic response she received. She glanced at Blaine, her expression amused, and he rolled his eyes lightly before getting up to clean up the tissues scattered around the room from the morning.
"Okay, Kurt, slow down and say that again. All I got from that was 'Glee Wedding' and something about having to share your room." Avril giggled at whatever response she received, masking the resulting coughing fit with the back of her hand, before her expression brightened considerably.
"Kurt that's amazing! And you get to plan the whole thing? Wow. Just…wow." She completely ignored Blaine's interested look in favour of examining her sheets, picking at the embroidery half-heartedly.
"He's not going to rap, is he? Because I read that Jacob Ben Israel blog, and although the English was appalling and none of his arguments were founded on even a shred of fact, the videos forced me to agree with the over all argument. Besides which, I don't think your dad would find anything like that easy to dance to." Avril grinned at whatever Kurt's reply was, and then burst into giggles; before quickly following them up with a bout of violent coughing which she couldn't mask. When she finally stopped, she wiped at her eyes, and stuck her tongue out at Blaine, who shot her an amused look.
"No, Kurt, I'm fine; just a bit of a bug. Yeah. No, it's okay; my cousin's designated himself my nurse for as long as I'm sick, so it's alright." Blaine threw a soft toy which had been sat on her desk at her, and she let out a pathetic moan.
"Leave me alone, Bee." She snapped, and Blaine scowled at the use of his nick-name, before grabbing the assortment of pills sat on Avril's desk, as well as a bowl of steaming water with tea-tree oil in it and a towel.
"End the call, and sit up properly. Mom said this will help clear your sinuses." Avril sighed heavily, rolling her eyes, and stuck her tongue out at Blaine before pushing herself up in her bed.
"I've gotta go, Kurt. Nurse Bee is calling me." She let out a mixture of a cough and a giggle at whatever Kurt said in response, and murmured a soft 'bye' before hanging up and glaring at Blaine.
"Must you treat me like a child while I'm talking to your Pretty Pretty Nymph?" She asked, pouting, and Blaine rolled his eyes before sitting on the edge of her bed and holding the bowl towards her.
"I hate you." He stated simply, and Avril scoffed, taking the bowl from him.
"Please. You love me. Without me, you and Kurt would be doomed to a life of awkward obliviousness. I'm the cog which keeps you two turning together; the third wheel to your tricycle; the 'tri' part of your triwizard tournament; the Hermione to your Ron and Harry…you know, if Ron and Harry were gay." Blaine watched her with a bemused frown, before an involuntary smile slipped across his face. He shook his head with a soft chuckle.
"Yeah. What was I thinking? I'd be screwed without you." Avril rolled her eyes at his sarcasm, before inhaling the steam coming off the bowl deeply, and then pushing Blaine in the direction of the door.
"Go; do me a favour and attend at least half your lessons today. I'm not a complete invalid, you know." Blaine examined her critically for a moment, before setting the pills down on her bed-side table and getting to his feet, brushing off his trousers.
"Get out of that bed for something other that the toilet and I won't even let your illness finish you off; I'll kill you myself." He stated seriously, and Avril rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, Blaine. Go. Learn. Don't make me regret giving in and letting you force me back to my sick bed. I'd just die if I thought I was affecting your studies." Blaine shook his head at her, but he had a fond smile spread across his lips and he opened the door.
"You mean you'd die if I kept you from your precious Tumblr channel a second longer." He offered with a half-grin; and dodged out of her room with a laugh, narrowly avoiding the pillow thrown at his head.
NEXT CHAPTER; Avril is frustrated; Blaine is even more frustrated; and we get a little closer to figuring out who the hell Melody is, after I've mentioned her repeatedly. XD
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