A/N: Did anyone get the terminator quote at the end of the last chapter? It's from a cartoon that my boyfriend and I quote all the time, especially that line!

This chapter has been my absolute favorite to write so far. It show's how bad Blaine's lack of a filter can be! And in my head, he was just too adorable. I'm leaning towards making Blaine get drunk and repeating how he acts in this chapter at a later date. Let me know what you think.

Enjoy and make it last, probably won't update again till sometime next week. I'm going house hunting this weekend, then skiing on monday, since schools are closed for President's Day (for those of you out of the USA, we all get the day off school and work for George Washington's Birthday (and Abe Lincoln's too, rolled into one day)

:)

For the first few days after Christmas, every thing went well. Kurt and Blaine were pretty much inseparable though. There wasn't a single time when I saw one without the other.

It was no wonder then that when one got sick, they both got sick.

It started with Blaine. I don't know how he got it, but one day he woke up sick as a dog. He spent most of the day on the love seat, under a blanket, eating soup. As it turns out, he's very whiny, needy and clingy when sick. He wasn't when he first started staying with us, but now he was comfortable around all of us and acted just like one of our kids. When Kurt was in the room, Blaine was trying to sit in his lap or cuddle with him. When Blaine fell asleep, Kurt took the opportunity to run upstairs to shower and change. Unfortunately Blaine woke up before he was back (Kurt's nighttime moisturizing routine takes at least 30 minutes, and he doesn't take quick showers either). I knew Blaine woke up when I heard a very pathetic voice calling from the living room.

"Kurt! Where are you? I'm all alone and it's dark. Kurt?"

I realized that if I didn't tell him where Kurt was, he'd just keep calling for him. I walked into the living room and turned the lights on.

"Blaine, Kurt's taking a shower and doing his moisturizing routine. He'll be back down soon."

"No he won't. That takes forever! I'll never see him again! But it does make his skin soft. Like a puppy. Only not furry. So maybe not like a puppy... More like the puppy version of something soft and smooth. Like a seal! They are smooth and not furry. Or maybe a bunny. I like bunnies!"

The longer Blaine talked, the weirder it got.

"Did Kurt ever have a puppy? I wasn't allowed to have one, but I wanted one. I also wanted a pet monkey, but my mom said they were illegal. But my uncle in the Philippines has one. Monkeys are cool... they can do stuff with their feet; it's like having extra hands. Imagine if I had extra hands? I'd look really weird."

"What kind of cold medicine are you on kid?"

Blaine just looked at me like I had two heads, but Finn walked through the room and answered for him.

"Mom got some super strength codeine cough syrup for him at the hospital. He's not handling it well. I had to listen to him talk about quidditch, that sport in Harry Potter, for 40 minutes this afternoon."

Well that certainly explains a lot.

"Why don't you watch some TV while you wait for Kurt?"

"Ok, but can you sit with me? Kurt always sits with me. And I'm lonely now because he left me all alone. Can I sit on your lap? I always sit on Kurt's lap. Except when he sits on mine. But you're too big to sit on my lap. Maybe you could sit on Finn's lap? Where does your lap go when you stand up?"

"I'll make a deal with you Blaine. I will sit NEXT to you and watch TV till Kurt comes back, and then you can sit on his lap. Sound good?"

"I guess so... Can Finn sit on the love seat too? He's so tall. Like a giant. Or like 4 midgets standing on each others shoulders. I feel bad for the midget on the bottom because he'd never get to see anything, and he'd have to lift 3 other midgets. I'm glad I'm not a midget. I'm also glad I'm not really tall like Finn. I'm fun sized! Like those candy bars we gave out on Halloween. I ate all the left over ones. Then I threw up. I'm the perfect size to lay down on the love seat! If I was any taller, I'd have to lie down on the couch. And I saw you have sex on that couch. So I don't want to lay down on it. I like the love seat. It's really comfy. And its name is so happy. Like it loves to be a seat."

Finn sighed and sat down next to Blaine and I sat on his other side. Blaine was smiling very brightly when Kurt came back downstairs.

"Ok, what did I miss?" Kurt asked when he saw the three of us squeezed together on the love seat that was meant for two people.

"You left me all alone, and it got dark, and then we talked about puppies and monkeys and watched TV."

"I was hoping the cough syrup would have worn off by now..." Kurt said as he walked over and sat in his usual chair, leaving the three of us squished on the love seat.

Getting Blaine into bed was a very awkward ordeal that I let Kurt handle. The medicine was still affecting him, causing him to speak loudly about random and sometimes inappropriate things. I didn't need to eavesdrop to hear their entire discussion.

"Why are you making me go to my room? I want to sleep in your room. We can have sex!"

"No we can't Blaine. You are sick."

"Sex makes you feel better. Something about the goo in your brain. Ew. Brain goo sounds gross... Please?"

"No Blaine. I don't want to catch your cold. Besides, you're acting like a 6 year old; I'd feel like a pedophile."

"You look like a 12 year old and I don't feel like a pedophile."

"No Blaine. Go to sleep. In your own bed."

"But you're so pretty and soft. Like a really handsome seal! Or if a puppy and a kitten had a baby... But it wasn't furry. Cause you aren't furry. You are smooth. Like a babies butt! Or your butt! Ha ha... Butt is a funny word. Can you sing me a song?"

"What song would you like to hear?"

"How about Peacock? Cause I wanna see your peacock cock cock!"

"Absolutely not."

"Then I want to hear Baby's Got Back. Cause I like big butts and I cannot lie!"

"GO TO SLEEP!"

I then heard Kurt close Blaine's door a little harder than necessary and stomp into his room. I waited up another hour for Carol to get home from work so I could tell her about the day. She found it hilarious, but went to wake up Finn and ask him about the cough syrup. As it turned out, Finn gave Blaine significantly more medicine than he should have had. Finn thought that since he got a certain amount when he was sick, everybody else got the same. But since Blaine is a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter, he really only needed half as much medicine as he was given. He was also only supposed to get it every 6 hours and Finn told him every 2. Carol went in to check on Blaine after realizing he was pretty much overdosed with a strong narcotic by her son all day. She came back to bed and said he was sleeping and should be fine, but set her alarm for a few hours so she could check on him again.

The next morning was almost as bad as last night. Blaine still had a cold, but without the overdose of cough syrup, he was grumpy and a little hungover from the amount he had yesterday. Kurt hadn't woken up by the time breakfast was ready, which is unusual, since he's usually the first one up. I went up to his room, knocked lightly and went in.

"Kurt... Are you getting up today kiddo? If you're staying in here to avoid Blaine, he's a little better. Carol found out what was wrong and he isn't nearly as annoying as yesterday." When I didn't get a response I lightly shook his shoulder. He rolled over to look at me. He looked like death warmed over.

"I don't feel so good. I dink I hab Blaine's cold."

Great. Now we have to deal with two of them today. I lucked out in that Carol was off from work today.

"Stay in bed a little longer. I'll send Carol up to check on you in a few minutes."

"Can I hab some tea?"

"Of course. We'll be back in a few minutes with it."

I walked back downstairs to look for Carole. She was sitting on the love seat drinking coffee while Blaine stared at the TV with his head resting on her shoulder. Blaine doesn't like being alone when he's sick, so that's why he made his way to the love seat wrapped in his Harry Potter blanket. Kurt, on the other hand, would prefer to stay in bed. I think it has something to do with how when Blaine was sick growing up, he was always alone.

"Hey babe, would you mind checking on Kurt when you get a chance he's sick too."

"Of course. Why don't you put on the kettle and I'll bring him up a cup of tea." She really knew Kurt well. I put water in the kettle and turned it on, then went back to the living room to listen to Carol and Blaine talking.

"Do you remember what happened yesterday Blaine?"

"Not really. I remember Finn bringing home cold medicine and giving me some. Then I'm really not sure what happened."

I took this opportunity to join the conversion.

"You didn't stop talking all day. About everything you could think of."

Blaine groaned and put his head in his hands. Carol rubbed his back slowly before telling him the reason.

"It's not your fault sweetie. If anyone's, it's Finn's. He gave you too much cough syrup and you didn't react well to it. He's taken it before and didn't realize that you would get less since you only weigh half as much as he does. He also read the bottle wrong and gave it to you too often. We'll make sure someone else picks your medicine up next time you're sick."

He slowly raised his head out of his hands and looked between the two of us.

"What did I talk about yesterday?"

"Everything. Anything. You told me you liked puppies and bunnies. You also said Kurt's skin was smooth like a seal's, Finn was the size of a giant, or 4 midgets on each others shoulders. You also said you wanted a puppy or a monkey as a pet, and then Kurt walked you up to bed."

His face turned a little whiter because he must have known what he would have talked about when Kurt tried to get him up to bed. Luckily Finn had come in to join the "embarrass Blaine" conversation.

"When Kurt said it was time for bed, you turned to me and said that was a secret code for sex, while trying to wink. But you kept closing both eyes since you forgot how to wink. Then you talked really loudly about brain goo and asked Kurt to sing you to sleep. When he asked what song you wanted to hear, you requested Baby Got Back because you like big butts and you cannot lie. Then Kurt slammed your door and went to his own room. I could hear you singing to your self in your room for a little while after that."

"Oh god! I'm so sorry..."

Carol started rubbing Blaine's back again when she spoke to him.

"I already told you Blaine, it's not your fault. You were given a lot of a really strong drug. After seeing how empty the bottle was, I even checked on you a few times through out the night to make sure you didn't need to go to the hospital. That's how much you had."

"That doesn't make what I said any less embarrassing."

It's true. It was pretty embarrassing.

The day passed without too much incident. Blaine spent the entire morning coughing because he refused to take any more cough syrup. Carol finally convinced him when she told him coughing too much could ruin his singing voice. But this time he got the right amount. Kurt got some too, and only came downstairs for soup and to watch one movie before going back to bed.

When I woke up the next morning, my first thought was that I got run over by a train in my sleep. Then I realized a train line doesn't run through my bedroom. I nudged Carol who was still asleep.

"Honey... I'm sick." I won't admit how whiny my voice was, but I rivaled Blaine and Kurt. She got up with a sigh and said she'd go get me some medicine. When she finally came back, she told me Finn was sick too.

Luckily Carol has the immune system of a cyborg from working at the hospital, so she didn't catch it.

I did feel a little bad for Carol, having to deal with the 4 of us all sick at the same time. Blaine was starting to get a little better. Still pretty sick, but at least he was capable of getting up to get his own food and drinks. Carol said she needed to stop by the hospital for more cold medicine, but I think she just needed to get away from us for a while. Collectively, we were pretty needy. Before leaving, she suggested hot showers since the steam would loosen the mucus and clear up some of the coughing. I went up to the bathroom connected to my and Carol's room. Finn used the hall one and Kurt and Blaine would take turns in the bathroom connected to Kurt's room (which was always an issue with Finn- why Kurt got the room with a private bathroom- it was decided because he spent so long getting ready, no one was willing to share with him). After a hot shower I felt much better. I decided to check on the boys and see how they were doing. Finn was playing video games in his room, saying that he was already feeling better after a shower. I knocked on Blaine's door before going in, but his room was empty. I checked Kurt's room, but they weren't in there either. But the bathroom door was closed and the shower was running. I could hear giggling coming from the other side of the door. Then I heard something that made me realize they weren't actually having sex.

"Ew... There's so much snot!"