A/N: Aloha Lovlies! I've got some good ideas and outlines for the next three chapters; so hopefully putting them down and filling in the dialog and everything should go by fast and I'll be able to set up a somewhat trackable update pattern. I can't make any promises though. I hadn't even been on my computer since last weekend because of how much shit I've got to do with school this year. UGH. fuck me. Welp, here you go!

Warnings: Language, and um...sickness. I'm not a bigfan of people throwing up-so like, I understand if you don't want to read that...but It was kind of essential to the story. I'll keep it as light and vague as I can though.

Okay! So, in this chapter we're getting some POV from both of the boys. Kurt's perspective is in ITALICS while Blaine's perspective is in BOLD. Let's see how this goes!

Kurt pulled into the driveway of the Anderson household parking the car before helping Blaine carry the kids in and putting them back in their cribs which were now covered in old sheets and towels; Santana must've changed them before she left for work this morning.

"I'm not feeling too good either, so, I'm just going to lay down for a bit. Alright?" Blaine muttered, rubbing a hand down his face and holding his stomach with the other.

"Take an sprain, a glass of water, and a waste basket with you to bed. I'm going to go clean out my car," Kurt threw a pointed look in his direction, "the best I can, then I'll be in to make lunch." Kurt went out to his car, groaning at the sight of the throw up splattered across his bench seat before grabbing an old towel and some cleaner and setting to work.

Meanwhile, Blaine laid in bed with such a pounding headache that all he could do was close his eyes and throw a pillow on top to block any of the remaining light. He was just about dozed off before he heard a whimper coming from one of the kids. He got up, wobbling a little, and made his way to Flynn's room where the whimper had grown to a full on cry. Blaine cringed at how the cry seemed to pierce his skull in all different places before picking Flynn up and rocking him back and forth.

"Let's go watch a movie." Kurt said from the doorway where he was holding a redfaced Melody in his arms. "It should hopefully put them to sleep."

"Yeah, okay. Sounds good." The two ended up in the master bedroom on the bed, curled up with the kids watching The Little Mermaid 2. "I named Mel after Melody."

"Ariel's little girl?"

"Yeah, The Little Mermaid had always been my favorite movie, well, it was, before my dad threw it away."

"Your dad threw away a Disney movie? That's a form of blasphemy!"

"I know right? But yeah, he threw it away after I said I thought Eric was prettier than Ariel." Blaine muttered, avoiding Kurt's prying eyes.

"Oh."

"Yeah. I wasn't kidding when I said he doesn't like anything vaguely homosexual."

Halfway threw the movie the kids dozed off, and Blaine started squirming on the bed.

"Blaine?"

"Um. Here, can you hold Flynn? I have to, um, I've got to, uh, yeah." Blaine roughly forced a sleeping Flynn in Kurt's hands before dashing off to the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

"Blaine?" Kurt yelled out. "Well, let's get you two to bed and then let's figure out what's going on with your daddy." Kurt put the two sleeping kids in their respective beds before making his way back to the bathroom that Blaine had locked himself in. He knocked twice, "Blaine, it's me. Can you let me in?" he heard a slight mumble before the distinctive retching sound of someone sick to their stomach. "Oh, Blaine." the door cracked open a little, and Blaine's distressed face, and sweat tousled curls plastered to his face and sticking up in all different directions peaked out,

"Kurt? Can you get me some water?"

"Mhmm. I'll be right back," he placed his palm against Blaine's cheek in a gesture far too intimate to be considered comforting before retreating to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and the anti-acids that Carol had suggested he buy on the way home. "Blaine, I want you to take one of these; I want to see if you can keep it down."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes. I'm the doctor for the day, and you have to do what I say." Kurt wet a washcloth with cold water before sitting down on the edge of the tub, pulling Blaine to rest his head on his lap and wiping at his flushed face. "Here," he handed Blaine the cup and the capsule who took them begrudgingly and swallowed before he started up coughing and returned his face to the toilet. "Oh, Blaine."

"Oh, my, god, I feel like shit." Blaine uttered between breaths. "Why aren't you sick?"

"I guess I have a better immune system than you."

"Ugh, lucky bastard." Blaine groaned before throwing his head back on Kurt's lap and closing his eyes; allowing Kurt to gently card his fingers through his unruly curls and dab his face with the washcloth. "That feels so good." Blaine murmured.

"Life's too short to even care at all, ooh." Kurt began singing softly, "I'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control." He looked down at Blaine who was staring up at him. "These fishes in the sea, they're staring at me. Oh oh oh oh oh ooh. A wet world aches for the beat of a drum. ooh." the calm was broken when Blaine lurched forward, but Kurt continued singing, rubbing comforting circles on Blaine's back. "If I could find a way to see this straight, I'd run away-to some fortune that I should've found by now." Blaine's heaves calmed down and he returned his head to Kurts lap, but curling in on himself this time, leaning away from Kurt's touch. "I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down." Kurt's version of the song was much slower than the original, almost a lullaby-soothing Blaine's headache and rubbing away the tension in his back as he heaved into the toilet bowl.

Eventually the song ended and Blaine's stomach calmed down, although now he was shaking and sweaty and Kurt could tell that he had a fever. "Blaine, let's get you in the bathtub, I'll go check on the kids and then you can go to sleep, alright?" Blaine nodded and tried to stand, but lost his balance and fell into Kurt, who caught him with one hand on his arm and one around his waist, holding him steady. "Whoa there, big boy." he leaned him up against the counter where he stayed for maybe a fraction of a second before he started sliding down to the floor. "Guess we're going to have to play dress up minus the clothes, huh?" Kurt said lightly, eliciting a nervous laugh from Blaine. "Here, sit down and I'll start the bath so that the water is warm when you get in." Kurt leaned over the tub filling it up to the brim and adding, he guessed, Santana's warm vanilla bath salts, hoping that would calm Blaine down. "Alright, Bubba, come 'ere." Blaine stood up, lifting his arms over his head, waiting for Kurt to do his thing.

Oh god, I have to undress my boss. The boss that I just started working for today. My boss who's insanely gorgeous and has the most beautiful eyes and greatest ass, and OH MY GOD I HAVE TO TAKE HIS PANTS OFF. OH MY GOD.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked timidly, waiting for me to remove his shirt before the water turned cold.

"Oh? Uh, yeah. Sorry!" I grabbed the hem of his old Dalton Lacrosse shirt, took a deep breath and began lifting it over his head. As soon as his tan, taunt, muscular, dusted with dark hair stomach was revealed, the breath caught in my throat and my hands

faltered, resulting in the shirt getting stuck on Blaine's face. "That's a good look for you." I joked, surprised I could even speak.

"Yeah? I'll keep that in mind when I get dressed later." Not realizing that I meant the whole shirtless look, rather than the shirt stuck on his head. Blaine tugged the shirt the rest of the way off, tossing it in the corner of the bathroom before looking up and meeting my eyes with a slight smirk, "Well. What next, doctor?" Blaine asked, breathly, and OH MY GOD HE WINKED.

Think of my dad having sex with my dead grandma. Think of Cooper picking his nose and eating it when he was younger. Think of the kids throwing up all over me this morning, think of me throwing up in the toilet...and Kurt's hands on my back, rubbing comforting circles and singing softly, and oh my god his voice is amazing, and his eyes, and the way his hands felt...NO. Kurt's about to take my pants off, I cannot be thinking these things.

"Mr. Anderson, I'm going to need you to remove your pants." Jesus Christ, this man. The way he said that? It was sultry, and sexy, and NO. Kittens dying, the smell of the kids diapers, Santana on her period, oh my god, one of these times she's going to kill me. I reached down to the button on my pants; my dizzy spell seemed to be over, unbuttoning and lowering my zipper I retained eye contact with Kurt the whole time. {pickles, my old science teacher Mrs. Wingle, my mom's death} I let my pants fall. Standing in my bathroom, in just my black Calvin Klein boxer briefs, that according to San, left nothing to the imagination. I saw and heard Kurt's breath catch. I smirked and reached for the waistband of my briefs, I pulled them down slowly, teasingly, showing off my hip bones and the prominent V that I take pride in, the trail of dark curly hair, and just as I was about to show Kurt 'the monster' a cry broke through the air.

"Uh, um," Kurt coughed, dragging his eyes back up to mine, from where they were looking farther south a second a go, "I should go get whoever that is. Um, you seem fine. Uh, continue undressing and get in the bath...I'll be back in a half and hour, or you can just call me, and I can come sooner, like if you need help or if the water got cold or if there's no towels, I should check if there's towels," Kurt turned to go look in the closet, before I grabbed his hand, pulling him much too close to me than necessary.

"I'm a big boy, Kurt. I can take care of myself." I whispered in his ear before yanking my briefs down before I turned to get in the tub; giving Kurt a glorious view of my ass. "See something you like, doctor?" Kurt mumbled something incoherent before he turned and left the bathroom.

Kurt went and grabbed the two kids before taking them downstairs to their living room and placing them in their swings, turning on the TV to see that and old re-run of Blues Clues was playing,

"Oh man, I loved this show!" He said before walking into the kitchen to make the kids a small snack of crackers and apple juice. Kurt was hard as hell; and it was noticeable. He thought to himself, if he could occupy the kids with a snack and the TV, then he could hopefully sneak off to the bathroom and relieve himself. Yes. That's a good idea.

"Here you go cuties, crackers and apple juice. Don't eat too fast please!" He said, placing the food on the table in front of the swings, he walked backwards to the bathroom watching the kids for as long as he could. He turned around when he turned the corner and ran straight into a hard object that gave way on impact and they both tumbled to the floor,

"Oomf!" the thing uttered, while Kurt moaned at the friction it presented on his cock. "Doctor? Are you alright?" Blaine, that's what the object he had ran into was, asked out of breath and Kurt could just hear the smirk in his voice.

"I'm, I'm" in the process of pushing himself off of Blaine, his cock rubbed against his thigh, creating more pleasurable friction, "mmmmmm," he groaned, dropping his head to Blaine's chest, rubbing up against his thigh again, before realizing what he was doing, "OH MY GOD." he yelled, jumping off of Blaine and running to the bathroom. He slammed the door behind him, leaning up against the door and yanked his pants down.

"Kurt!?" Blaine asked from outside the door,

"Uh, I...I...um..." he made a sound that he hoped sounded like retching, "I don't feel good! Can you watch the," he pretend-retched again, "kids? Bleh, Bleh, Bleh," He continued fake retching while he yanked on his dick, creating the desired friction, "Mmmmm, I might, uuuuh, I might be awhile."

"Here, I'll put them in the play room, and I'll come take care of you like you did for me."

"NO!"

"Kurt?!"

"I mean, um, I'm fine! I don't, uuuuuh, I don't need your help!" Kurt moaned brokenly as he was nearing his climax.

"Are you sure?"

"Yessss, Blaineeeee." He groaned out Blaine's name as he came, slumping against the floor.

"Kurt?! Did you fall? What the hell is going on in there?!" Blaine's frantic voice drifted off into the distance, and Kurt finally relaxed, shoving himself back into his pants and wiping his hand on a nearby towel. He was just about to doze off when Blaine burst through the door, he took in Kurt crumpled on the floor, the dirty towel next to him, his untucked shirt and unbuttoned pants, before he burst out laughing.

"Go away." Kurt groaned, curling up tighter, fighting against Blaine when he tried to stand him up.

"Yeah, I'm sure you feel like total shit." he winked, before tucking Kurt's shirt in and buttoning up his pants. He grabbed the dirty towel and tossed it in the waste basket, before turning to walk out, "San's on her way home. We're having chicken Alfredo for dinner. You're free to come and join us, but I see that half of that is already finished." Blaine turned to leave, laughing as he made his way down the hall.

A/N: ahhahahaa, I have no idea what the fuck I just wrote. It took me like, the whole afternoon because I kept getting distracted; so it's probably shit. bhahahhaa. Hey, Reviews are lovely-please leave me some? :)