Because you make me sick

Blaine sat at home, watching a movie. He hadn't felt well all day, with coughing and headaches. But as he sat here watching a movie alone in his home, he felt hot and dizzy. He'd stripped down to his t-shirt and shorts and threw off the blanket. He groaned as a pang of nausea hit him, he stood and ran to his bathroom, emptying his stomach of everything he'd eaten that day. He whimpered and rested his head against the cool porcelain of the bathtub. He knew Kurt was out with his friends, having a sleepover at Mercedes' but this was what he deemed an emergency.

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"Kurt!" Santana yelled, sitting down in the chair before him "my turn!" He smiled and began to smear his homemade facemask all over her face. All the girls were already sitting around the room, doing each other's nails, listening to music and trying not to get their facemasks on their clothes. Once Kurt was done with Santana, he washed his hands and walked over to Brittany, beginning to braid her hair.

Sometimes, Kurt debated even coming to these things. It kind of made him feel like a girl, which definitely didn't help with his situation. But he never regretted going, these girls were his best friends, and if having a good time with them included braiding hair and doing facemasks (which he already did by himself) then he'd do it.

"Kurtie! Your phone's ringing!" Brittany squealed as the bed vibrated. "It's your dolphin." she informed him, holding up the phone to show Kurt Blaine's name glowing on the screen. He tied up her hair and took the phone

"Hello?" he answered, wondering why Blaine would be calling him now, it was like 11:00.

"K-Kurt?" he asked, Kurt was instantly on edge

"Blaine? What's wrong? Are you okay?" the only answer he got was a slight strangled noise followed by coughing and oh…ew, Blaine was throwing up. Kurt stayed on the phone until the retching ceased and Blaine's voice was back on the other end.

"I'm s-sorry…" he groaned into the receiver. Kurt sighed

"Are you alone, Blaine?" Kurt asked, knowing that he wouldn't call if he weren't.

"Yes…"

"I'll be right over." Kurt hung up and

"You're leaving?" Mercedes asked, eyebrow raised. Kurt nodded

"I have to, Cedes, Blaine's sick and he's all alone." He looked at her pleadingly, she sighed, knowing full well that nothing would keep Kurt there if Blaine needed him.

"Fine. But stop at the drugstore on your way, if it's a stomach bug, get some ginger ale!" she called as Kurt ran into the bathroom, washing the mask off his face before rocketing down the stairs and out the door. He stopped by the drugstore and bought some ginger ale, some Tylenol, and any other drug that could possibly help Blaine feel better. He set off towards Blaine's house. He called Blaine once he was outside

"Kurt?" Blaine sounded awful,

"Yeah, honey, I'm outside your house, do you keep a key anywhere?"

"No." Blaine said "mom thought leaving one was too dangerous, someone could find it and-oh" he groaned again.

"I'm sorry, Blaine, you're gonna have to come unlock it for me." Kurt hated making him move, but there was no other way he was getting in. The line disconnected and Kurt waited, for what seemed like forever, for the door to open. When it did, the sight before his eyes broke his heart. Blaine was pale, the neck of his grey Dalton t-shirt was stained darker by the sheen of sweat covering him. His curls were matted to his forehead and neck, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Oh, Blaine" Kurt cooed and the boy stepped out of the doorway to let Kurt in. Blaine barely stepped back two feet before he swayed where he stood, Kurt easily steadied him and shut the door, locking it, before leading Blaine back up to his bedroom.

"As soon as you're better, we're giving eachother keys." Kurt said, horrified at the thought of not being able to get into Blaine's house when he was needed. Blaine nodded in agreement. Kurt laid him back in his bed and took the glass from his dresser. He dumped the contents out in the sink and poured ginger ale into it. He took out two Tylenols and made Blaine sit up.

"I hate pills." He said, turning his head away

"C'mon, Blaine, please, it'll make you feel better." Blaine looked up at Kurt for a long moment before popping the pills into his mouth and taking a swig of the ginger ale. He shivered and groaned.

"Was that so bad?" Kurt asked, Blaine glared at him

"Yes." Kurt rolled his eyes and went into Blaine's bathroom

"Do you have a thermometer?" he called

"In the cabinet!" Blaine called back.

Kurt walked back over to Blaine and stuck the thermometer in his mouth. They waited silently until they heard the beep.

"102" Kurt tsked "That's not good." He returned to the bathroom and soaked a washcloth with freezing water. He wrung it out and brought it back in to Blaine, setting it over his forehead. They settled down in Blaine's bed, Blaine's head rested on Kurt's chest while Kurt played with his sweat-dampened curls.

"Will you stay?" Blaine asked, looking up at him with large hazel eyes. Kurt smiled softly down at him

"Of course."

(AUTHORS NOTE: Having to be alone when your sick sucks, right? Yes. It totally does. Drop a review, let me know what you think!

Ps. I put Blaine in bad situations two times in a row…oops, guess next chapter it's Kurt's turn.)