After a long day of running their five kids around, Kurt and Blaine got home at virtually the exact same time. "I feel like I haven't seen you all day." Kurt said with a smile as he gave his husband a hug and peck on the lips.
"You too. I've missed you." Blaine replied. The two men flopped down on the couch and let out a sigh. Sometimes they wondered why they thought having five kids would be a good idea. They loved them all none the less, but it was exhausting. "So where's Caleb and Lucy?" he asked Kurt.
"They're both at friend's houses. What about Charlie and Andrew?" Blaine asked.
"Friend's houses too. And I talked to Penny, she's staying at school this weekend. She's got some big tests to study for." Kurt replied.
"Kurt, do you know what this means?" Blaine said. "We have a night completely to ourselves with no children."
"My god, you're right." Kurt replied with a smile. "What should we do?"
"We have to go out to eat. I can't tell you the last time we went out just us and didn't have to worry about the kids." Blaine offered.
"You're so right. I know the perfect place to go!" Kurt replied. "We even have a coupon."
"Is it weird that you saying you have a coupon turned me on?" Blaine asked suggestively.
"Keep it together tiger. That's for after dinner." Kurt said with a wink. With that, he went off to get the coupon and the two men pulled on their jackets to leave. They even splurged and took cab into the city. They got to the restaurant and got seated almost immediately.
"So, how did you hear about this place?" Blaine asked.
"This one intern was talking about going here when he got time so I figured it must be good." Kurt replied. The waitress walked up to them, her pad of paper and pen in hand.
"Can I get you guys something to drink?" she asked with a friendly smile.
"I'll have an apple martini." Kurt replied. He didn't care. He wasn't driving.
"I'll have one too." Blaine said. The girl nodded and headed off to the bar. "So do you think we'll make it through tonight without one of the kids wanting to come home?"
"Blaine Anderson-Hummel, you bite your tongue!" Kurt scolded. "That is like asking for something to go wrong. And, I really want to spend tonight with just my gorgeous husband. Tonight is virtually a dream come true. Didn't you used to be the dreamer out of the two of us?"
" I was. Now, I'm a realist who has been raising five kids for way too long." Blaine laughed.
"Well just for tonight, go back to being my dreamer husband." Kurt pleaded with puppy dog eyes.
"Well you know I can't say no to that face." Blaine laughed. The waitress came back with their drinks and set them on the table.
"Are you two ready to order?" she asked.
"Yes," Kurt replied. "I'll have the baked chicken with mashed potatoes and corn."
"And I'll have the salmon with green beans and roasted potatoes." Blaine told her as he handed the girl both of their menus.
"Sounds good guys. I'll have that ready for you in no time." She said before heading back to the kitchen. Once again the two men were alone and there was an awkward silence between them. It had been awhile since they had dinner just the two of them. There was normally talking and fighting between their kids at the table.
"So how's work?" Blaine asked.
"Oh good!" Kurt replied. "We're working on something new for the website and I'm pretty excited about, but I can't say anything just yet. It's still top secret."
"And you won't even tell me?" Blaine asked, pretending to be fake hurt by Kurt's statement.
"I promise as soon as I can I will tell you the latest fashion trend." Kurt told his husband.
"Well good, can't have me looking like a bum in last month's fashion." Blaine replied.
"How is everything going with the show?" Kurt asked. Blaine had been writing music for an up and coming Broadway musical.
"Great. The cast is really starting to get into their parts and writing has been going well for me." he said.
"I'm very excited to see the show. We'll have tickets right?" Kurt asked.
"Of course. Front row, wherever you and the kids was to see it from." Blaine told him. "Tickets are one of the minimal perks I get being the musical creator." Suddenly, they were interrupted by their waitress who had their food.
"Thank you." They both said to the girl.
"Do you want to split half and half?" Kurt asked.
"Sure." Blaine replied. He cut half of his salmon and gave it to his husband while Kurt did the same to his chicken. They ate happily until their plates were empty and then paid the check and took a cab home. At that point, they were a little tipsy because their first martini had easily turned into two.
When they got home, the two staggered into the house and took off their coats. "What should we do now?" Kurt asked with a giggle.
"I say we crack open a bottle of wine and watch Project Runway." Blaine offered.
"I have never loved you more." Kurt said. "I'll get the wine." Blaine took a seat on the couch and setup the TV to play project runway. Kurt returned a few minutes later with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He poured some wine into the glasses and handed one to his husband. "To our child free night." he said.
"Cheers." Blaine replied as he clinked his glass with his husband's. The two men settled next to one another on the couch and began to watch the show. Halfway through their first episode, Blaine began to fidget uncomfortably.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked. "You're awfully fidgety tonight."
"I-I don't know." Blaine said, pulling at the collar of his shirt. "I-I'm hot. Are you hot?" he asked.
"No, I think I'm fine." Kurt said. Blaine sat up on the couch and a pressed a hand to his mouth.
"B, are you sure you're okay?" Kurt asked. Blaine didn't even have time to answer. He bolted from his spot on the couch and ran straight to the bathroom. Kurt got up instantly and followed his husband. He found Blaine on his hands and knees throwing up the dinner that they had just finished. "Oh honey," he cooed. Kurt grabbed a wet washcloth and placed it on the back of Blaine's neck.
"Oh god, I hate throwing up." Blaine said breathlessly, still panting over the open toilet.
"Really? I thought it was your favorite pastime." Kurt joked.
"I'm gonna slap you." Blaine retorted. However, he didn't have time to slap his husband. Another wave a of nausea hit him and had Blaine diving head first for the open toilet and vomiting again.
"You can't have food poisoning." Kurt said once Blaine was finished getting sick. "I feel fine."
"I don't know." Blaine groaned. "The salmon tasted a little off to me...maybe a little raw."
"Then why did you eat it?" Kurt asked.
"I thought I was overreacting." Blaine moaned. "God I'm gonna be sick again." For the third time, Blaine threw up into the toilet. Kurt began to panic a little bit. Blaine couldn't be right. Sure, he had thought the salmon tasted a little funny too, but he felt fine. It couldn't be food poisoning. It just couldn't be. Could it?
Kurt was very very wrong. It was food poisoning. It just hit him a little later than it hit Blaine. Kurt soon found himself in the same situation as his husband as he threw up into the toilet. Blaine was lying with a blanket by the tub. Neither one of them had been confident enough to head to their bed. Their bouts of nausea had been hitting them unexpectedly and hitting them hard. Blaine had thrown up at least nine times. He had clearly eaten more of the salmon then Kurt did. Kurt was still crouched over the toilet when Blaine woke up next. His eyes were wide and Kurt could tell what was coming next.
"Occupied." Kurt said weakly. Blaine looked around. The trashcan was too far away and he couldn't use the toilet. He used the only option he had. He threw himself over the side of the tub and hopelessly threw up. Kurt dry heaved himself and looked away.
"I don't know how much longer I can take this." Blaine said panting. He turned on the water in the bath and washed away what he had just thrown up. There wasn't much any. He had rid his stomach of the meal long ago and now was just dealing with the aftermath. "I hate you." he growled looking over at Kurt.
"Me?" Kurt exclaimed. "You're the one who ordered the salmon.
"Well you picked the restaurant!" Blaine retorted.
"I had a coupon!" Kurt yelled back. "How was I supposed to know we'd get sick!"
"Fine. Let's just stop fighting. I'm too weak to argue. I'm sorry." Blaine said as he laid back down on the floor. Kurt looked at his husband. While he felt sick, it was clear that Blaine was really struggling. He looked very pale and was shaking with the chills. Kurt knew he must be getting dehydrated after throwing up so many times.
"I'm sorry too." Kurt confessed. "I'm gonna go get us some water. You need to stay hydrated. I don't want to make a trip to the emergency room." Blaine didn't even say anything. Kurt walked to the kitchen and filled two glasses of water. He took a sip himself and prayed that it would stay done. He walked back into the bathroom and found Blaine in the same spot. "Here honey, sit up." Kurt told him. Blaine weakly pushed himself up and accepted the glass of water. He gripped it with two hands because he was too shaky. "Do you think you can head to bed?" Kurt asked. Blaine shook his head.
"I-I don't think so. Not yet." Kurt nodded. He really wanted to fall into their king size bed but he didn't want to leave his sick husband alone. He was worried Blaine would try to stand up and then end up passing out and hurt himself every more. So, instead, Kurt laid down on the floor next to his husband and burrowed under the blanket that Blaine was under. It was not the night they had planned, but at least they were together.
The next morning, all four kids got home at the same time. They walked into the living room with all of their sleepover stuff. "Where's Dad and Papa?" Caleb asked. "Aren't they normally awake at this time?"
"I don't know." Charlie replied. She walked down the hallway and looked in their room. It was empty. As she walked in further she saw a light on in the bathroom. She hesitantly opened the bathroom door and saw her fathers asleep on the floor. "Oh god, what did we miss?" Kurt woke up first.
"Shh," He said in a whisper. "You're Dad has been throwing up all night."
"Does he have a virus?" the girl asked.
"We both have food poisoning, but your Dad definitely has it worse." Kurt told her.
"Well, do you guys need anything?" Charlie asked.
"No I think we're okay for now." Kurt told her. He watched as Charlie took out her cell phone and began dialing. Soon she held the phone up to her ear. "Who are you calling?" he asked.
"Penny." Charlie told him. "She's the only one that can handle vomit in this family. Plus, she's gonna be a nurse. It'll be good practice for her." Kurt didn't even have time to say anything before Charlie left the room. At this point, Kurt was so tired that didn't even question his daughter's motives. They kids were old enough at this point that Charlie and Caleb could hold down the fort for a day until he and Blaine were recovered. Right then in that moment, Kurt decided to just lay down and cuddle into his husband's embrace. They may have been sick, but at least they were together.