Kurt woke up feeling like crap. He had a stuffy nose, sore throat, and a bad headache. He forced himself to get up and he decided to eat breakfast before his daily routine (which included a warm shower), which would be surprising to most. He slowly made his way up the stairs, stopping only to suppress a painful cough. Kurt decided to start to make breakfast for himself, wrinkling his nose at the cereal and milk and pulling a box of pancake mix out of the cabinet. At this moment Carole made her way into the kitchen and looked at Kurt curiously.

"Don't you usually make your own pancakes? You know, I mean from flour and stuff. You don't normally eat boxed pancake mix."

Kurt shook his head and frowned. "I don't feel like it today. That's all."

Carole noticed that his voice was a bit hoarse and scratchy. She lifted her hand to his forehead and gasped at the sudden warmth.

"Kurt! You have a fever! Go back to bed. You're not going to school today like this!"

Kurt started to open his mouth in protest but suddenly felt a surge of overwhelming exhaustion. He half walked, half fell down the stairs and flopped onto his bed. Finn woke up and glanced over to his stepbrother's bed.

"Hey Kurt, you okay? Mom told you to stay home, didn't she? I knew it."

Finn pulled a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on over his undershirt and boxers and put a comb through his hair. He was riding the bus that day so he pulled on his sneakers, ran upstairs, grabbed a piece of toast and sprinted out the door. Kurt just lay on his bed face down until Carole came in.

"Kurt, honey, come on upstairs. There's a T.V up there and the kitchen is right there, too."

Carole picked up the warmest bedspread from Kurt's bed and threw a pillow over her shoulder. She led the boy up the stairs and into the living room. She let him lie on the couch and covered him with the blanket and stuck the pillow under his head.

"Mom, I'm so tired but I don't wanna sleep. I wanna see Mercedes and Tina and even Rachel. My… my head is so mixed up I can't think straight." Kurt whined. "My hair is a mess!"

Carole rubbed his back reassuringly and smiled.

"How about I make you some tea? It'll make your throat feel better."

Kurt looked up with a gleam in his eyes. "Decaf green tea with fresh ginger, lemon, and organic honey."

"Sure. Whatever you want. Anything else I should get while I'm over there?"

"Well…" Kurt began. "No. Never mind."

It was obvious Kurt liked all the attention he was getting. Carole went to talk to Burt while the water was boiling. Soon Burt entered the room.

"Hey kiddo, your stepmom told me you didn't feel so well."

"Yeah, dad." Kurt croaked. "My throat hurts and it is HOT up here."

Kurt pushed the blanket off of himself and hesitated for a moment before unbuttoning his pajama top exposing his bare chest. He flopped back onto the pillow and pouted. Burt chuckled under his breath and patted Kurt on the shoulder.

"Bud, I think you've got a bad cold. I'll probably go to the grocery store anyway. I'll pick up some medicine. Do you want anything from there?"

Kurt showed a small smile and looked up with puppy dog eyes. "Dad, can I get some chocolate ice cream? Please?"

Burt gave in and nodded. Kurt clapped his hands excitedly. As Burt got up Carole walked in holding a steaming mug. She handed it to Kurt and pulled out a jar of organic honey. She set it on the table next to him.

"I didn't know how sweet you like it."

Kurt reached for the jar and poured 3 tablespoons worth of honey into the mug. He stirred it up well and blew on the golden liquid inside to cool it down. He took a few swigs of the tea and placed the mug on the table. He murmured a "thank you" as he rolled over and fell back asleep.

A/N: Mercedes will almost definitely be in the story later and, well as for Blaine, maybe. Favorite, Story Alert and Review! I love you guys!