AN: Hello lovelies! Here is chapter 4, the fallout from the boy's night at Masa. Enjoy. :)
P.S. Oh, and Darren being a regular on Glee...I am such a proud mama right now. SUCH A PROUD MAMA.
Chapter 4
Kurt Hummel once again found himself hating his life. It was 3AM the morning after the Masa incident, and even though they paid over $800 for dinner, it wasn't staying in Blaine for long. Naturally, that meant Kurt had to wait up with him because Blaine had the tolerance of an infant.
Blaine started worshipping the porcelain throne at around 2:15, and wasn't showing any signs of stoppage. Kurt sat atop the sink just watching his boyfriend, "I bet the frat brothers would be proud of now. Not able to hold your alcohol." Kurt still had the spins, but he felt mostly sober. He was fine, thankfully.
"I don't think it was the Sake," Blaine mumbled, his head in the toilet, "I think it was the salmon. You didn't have any, right?"
"Right," Kurt watched as Blaine vomited again in the toilet, "Honey, are you sure we don't need to take you somewhere?"
"Like where?" Blaine wailed, "We can't afford a hospital visit right now. We used all of our money at that damn restaurant!"
Kurt knew that was sadly the truth, "Okay, okay. I'll be right back." Kurt hopped off the sink and steadied himself, "Moved too fast," he mumbled to Blaine who just whimpered. Kurt made his way to the kitchen and pulled their last bottle of water out of the refrigerator. He also grabbed a kitchen towel and made his way back to the bathroom. "Here baby," he handed Blaine the water bottle, "at least try to drink some of this."
Blaine was now curled in the fetal position on the floor, "I'm too tired to drink."
Kurt giggled slightly at his boyfriend, "Come on, let me help you up," Kurt took all of Blaine's weight on his body and limped Blaine into the living room. "Lay on the couch, I'll be right back." Kurt walked back to the bathroom to wet the washcloth and grab some Tylenol for Blaine.
Blaine was once again curled in the fetal position when Kurt returned. "I'm dying!" He was practically sobbing at this point and clutched tightly to the pillow.
Kurt helped push Blaine onto his back, "You need to sit up for just a second," he handed Blaine the Tylenol and the water again, "see if you can keep this down."
Blaine grimaced as the water touched his now raw throat. "I'm going to die, Kurt. You're going to have to find someone else, who's taller than me, handsomer than me, and a better singer than me."
Kurt suppressed a laugh, "You are such a baby when you're sick. It's a good think you have off tomorrow or you'd probably start crying when someone doesn't clap for your song."
"That's not funny, Kurt," Blaine goes to lie back on his side again before sitting up again, "Shit. I was supposed to take my songbook in for the guy they are training tomorrow…today. Shit."
"I can take it on my way to Pocadiz today," Kurt soothed, using the warm cloth on Blaine's head.
"Could you? You're the best," Blaine murmured, his eyes heavy. He went to lay back down.
"Honey, maybe you should be on your stomach, just in case you get sick again." Kurt helped position Blaine on his stomach, "If that makes it hurt worse, we'll put you on your back."
"No, no. It's fine." Blaine said through clattered teeth, "I'm just so cold."
"Okay, okay. I'll get you a quilt." Kurt stood and went to their bedroom, which was still in boxes. He found the box that contained the quilt that had all of the APiKapp letters on it, the one the brothers made Blaine when he had the attack. He walked back out to see Blaine almost asleep already, "Here you go, honey." He draped the blanket over Blaine's short frame and almost doubled it over again. "I'm putting the trashcan right here if you feel sick again," he murmured to the almost asleep boy. And even though he knew he'd regret it, he sat on the floor and rested his head on Blaine's back, rubbing his hand up and down to calm the boy.
Not even four hours later, Kurt was up and dressed for work. Blaine still was asleep on the couch, having had woken up on the hour every hour, sick again.
Kurt had bags under his eyes and his skin was paler than usual, but he felt fine. He brought sunglasses just in case the sun was too much for him, though. He grabbed Blaine's songbook and took off for the subway.
This was the first time he had to make the ride by himself, and though he was 19 years old, he still felt a little terrified without Blaine by his side. His pace was too fast, and he waited on the platform an extra five minutes. When he did finally get on the train, a man across from him winked at him and an older woman told him his outfit "looked like a parade float." To Kurt, that was a compliment.
Kurt had never ventured to where Blaine worked. Sure, he'd read about the diner online and it was a place he'd wanted to check out, but he never actually went there. He found the diner quickly, however, and slipped past the barricade of people waiting to be seated and walked up to the podium. A boy with longer curly hair and bright bluish green eyes smiled at him, "Hello there, I'm Bryce, welcome to Ellen's Stardust Diner! Can I have your name?" Kurt swore the boy winked at him too.
"Uhm, no. I'm here to drop of Blaine's songbook. He said some new guy needed it?" Kurt had enough of this kid already.
Bryce's face dropped somewhat before he smiled again, "Oh, great! Uh, why didn't Blaine drop it off himself?"
"He's at home sick. We had bad sushi last night." Kurt's patience ran thin. "Do I need to do anything else?"
Bryce faltered for a moment, "Let me just check…" He walked over to a boy with black spiky hair, who Kurt thought might be Gabe. He tried to hear what he said, but couldn't hear it over the noise of a girl singing "Defying Gravity."
Bryce looked back at Kurt, who appeared to be the most beautiful boy Bryce had seen in twenty-two years. "Hey, Gabe."
The boy looked up from his receipts, "What's up?"
"Here's Blaine's songbook. What should I do with it?" Bryce was still new at the diner as well and didn't quite understand the intricacies of the orientation process.
"Oh, what's wrong with Blaine?" Gabe's eyes held sincere worry.
"He's sick or something. Hey..I've got a question…" Bryce liked Blaine well enough, but he had better things to worry about.
"Shoot, but hurry. I just got a table of people from the Midwest," Gabe rolled his eyes quickly, "I have to turn on the charm."
"Is Blaine gay?" Perhaps he'd say no, and that Kurt was just a roommate or something.
Gabe nodded, "Yup. Why? You have a crush on him? He has a boyfriend."
"Oh?" Bryce tried to feign interest, "What's his name?"
"Kyle? Ken? Something with a K?" Gabe looked to be at the end of his patience.
"Kurt?" Bryce asked his heart dropping.
"That's it! Now, if you want to pry your way into anyone else's private life, I suggest you ask them." With that, Gabe took off to the table of Midwestern women.
Kurt watched Bryce return to the podium, "That's all we'll need I suppose. But why don't you give me your address and I'll stop by after work to see how Blaine's doing? I suppose you'll be at work too?"
Kurt wasn't sure that was a great idea because he'd never heard Blaine talk about Bryce before. He'd talked about a Gabe and a girl named Heidi, but never a Bryce. But he was worried that Blaine would be too weak to get up or make himself meals, so he figured he'd give it a chance. "Sure, all right." He gave Bryce the address and then smiled at him.
Just as Kurt was about to leave the diner Bryce yelled, "Hey, can I get your number so I can tell you how Blaine is?"
"Oh! That's a great idea. Yeah." He gave Bryce the number, "Just text me so I'll have your number. I'll text Blaine and let him know you're coming."
"Sure thing, it was great meeting you, Kurt!"
"Likewise!" Kurt grinned at the boy before running out of the door. He had to be at work in ten minutes. He knew Hayden was laid back, but he knew the business was the most important thing in her life, and he doubted she took tardiness well.
He ran into the store with seconds to spare, only to see Hayden standing in a bucket with her pants rolled up to her knees, "Good morning Kurt! You look terrible!"
Kurt glanced at his outfit, "Hey! I thought this was pretty good."
She continue stomping around in what appeared to be a red substance, "No, silly. I mean you have bags under your eyes."
Well, that's a combination of a lack of sleep and the lack of a skin routine last night. "Blaine's sick, I sat up with him all night."
"Blaine is your…boyfriend?" Hayden asked as she hopped out of the bucket.
"Yes. Hey Hayden…what are you doing?" Kurt tried to look into the bucket buy only saw a gooey red liquid.
"Squishing cranberries for a dye," she remarked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We're dying the new curtains for the backroom."
"Oh, well…Hayden," Kurt didn't know how to tell Hayden that he preferred to not get dye all over his clothes.
Hayden's eyes grew wide, "Oh Kurt. I'm sorry. I didn't even think. Do you want to take the day off and go with Blaine?"
"No, no, no. No. I mean, I'm worried about him, but we can't really afford to have me miss a day of work, so I'm here." Kurt felt himself blush at admitting that they really didn't have a lot of money.
Hayden tilted her head to look at Kurt, "I'll tell you what. I have some sketches in the back. Why don't you take them home and look through them. Put comments on them using a Post-It. We'll count that as your hours today."
Kurt just stared, "Hayden…I highly doubt…"
"Would you prefer to stomp around in the berries?" She interrupted. "Kurt, you have to take care of Blaine if he's sick. I need you to look over these sketches. And let's face it, you are a great dresser and a good designer. But, you don't look like the type of guy who is good at tye-dye."
Kurt had to agree. "All right, where are these sketches?"
"In a box in the back," she motions with her arm, "Oh, and Kurt? What's your address?"
"Why? I can bring them to you when I'm done," Kurt remarked, eyeing the huge box of sketches, "If I ever get done…"
"I'm going to bring Blaine some wheatgrass soup. It'll make him feel better right away. Plus, I want to meet this boy. If he has your heart like this, he's probably pretty awesome."
Kurt lifted the box, remembering to use his knees like Blaine taught him, "Yeah. He's okay I guess."
"Keep lying to yourself."
"Oh, and Hayden?" Kurt turned to look at the girl who climbed into another bucket, "You're a really good person."
"We can do no great things, only small things with great love," Hayden remarked as a splash of blueberry hit her face.
Kurt all but ran to the subway and was anxious until he got into the apartment, and for good reason.
When Kurt opened the door he saw Blaine lying on the floor passed out, Kurt rushed to his side. "Blaine!" Kurt shook Blaine, "BLAINE!"
Blaine stuck his head in the air, "What?"
"Why are you on the floor?"
Blaine looked confused, "I was hungry and I tried to go to the kitchen to get food. Then, I was too tired to get it."
"So you just collapsed on the floor?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at Blaine.
"Yeah. Hey. Why are you here?" Blaine sat up, and then quickly laid back down.
"Still dizzy?" He waited for Blaine's nod, "Hayden sent me home with sketches so I could look at them and make sure you're okay."
"I'm fine." Blaine assured him.
"Says the boy who was just sprawled out on the floor," Kurt reached out and felt Blaine's head, "and you still have a fever. I wonder if we could sue that restaurant for giving you food poisoning."
"I doubt it," Blaine remarked, "But Kurt, I'm hungry now."
Kurt sighed heavily, "Get back on the sofa and I'll make you something fantastic."
Kurt quickly grabbed saltines and the bottle of ginger ale.
"That isn't a fantastic feast," Blaine smiled at Kurt, "I want a burger or something."
"You will eat this meal I have lovingly prepared for you, and if you keep this down, Hayden is bringing you soup." Kurt placed the meal on the table.
"Hayden…as in Hayden your boss?" Blaine looked confused, "Why do our friends have to come over when I'm sick and gross?"
Kurt ignored that comment because he really didn't know the answer. "You should probably call your grandparents. Didn't they expect you to come over to fix a light today?"
"Shit. They did. Yeah, I'll call them now."
Blaine pulled out his phone and dialed the number of his grandparent's apartment. "Hell, Anderson residence, Angela speaking," his grandmother was ever formal.
"Hey grandma. Um. So, I know I was supposed to come over today but…" Blaine trailed off at the end. How did he tell her he got food poisoning? She's going to ask questions.
"You got food poisoning from the salmon at Masa last night?" Angela remarked.
Blaine choked on air, "Um. How did you know I was there?" He shot Kurt a look.
"We were there too. Your grandfather is also quite sick." Her voice had a cool edge to it, and Blaine knew that meant trouble.
"Am I in trouble?" He asked uneasily.
His grandmother paused for a minute, "With me, no. With your grandfather, yes. That was highly irresponsible Blaine. We thought you had more sense than that."
"I know, grandma. And the universe is paying me back for being irresponsible." Blaine groaned for effect.
"Okay, okay, drama king. You can come over next week to fix the light. Expect a lecture though." His grandmother warned, "I love you, and try to sleep."
"I love you too," Blaine hung up the phone, "Well, we're screwed. They know."
Kurt shook his head, "How'd they find out? Was there something on the news about bad salmon?"
"They were there, my grandfather is sick too." Blaine put his head in his hands, "They aren't going to help us for awhile. What are we going to do?"
"The same thing we were going to do before they helped us. Work hard, save our money, and scrimp along." Kurt shook his head, "the same way everyone else does it." He smiled in what he hoped was an encouraging way at Blaine. "Now, I'm going to take a nap for a few hours. Don't you dare try to eat anything."
Blaine grumbled but opened his arms to Kurt, "At least come sleep over here."
"I don't want to catch your illness."
Blaine stood and yanked Kurt, who allowed himself to be pulled, onto the sofa, "You will lay with me and you will like it." The boys drifted off into a calm slumber.
Two hours later both boys awoke with a start when they heard a pounding on the door. "That would be Bryce," Blaine murmured, "Ow! My stomach hurts really badly!"
"It's good you dropped out of school. Your acting is going far downhill." Kurt joked with Blaine, "But I will get the door since you put so much work into your act."
Kurt opened to door to see Bryce smiling.
Bryce immediately noticed Kurt's messy hair and had to push his deep feelings of jealousy inside. "Hey Kurt! How's Blaine doing?"
Kurt stepped aside, "Come in! Blaine's better, much better. We love visitors." It is only a little lie, they'd never had visitors, but they'd love them.
Bryce saw Blaine sitting on a couch wrapped in some blanket, "Hey there, Blaine! How ya feeling?" He tried to sound as casual as he could.
Blaine smiled at Bryce, "A lot better actually. Kurt's been taking really good care of me," Blaine winked towards Kurt who blushed.
"I haven't done that much," the younger boy remarked, "Just things one is supposed to do for his boyfriend."
"Well, I'm sure he loved having a nurse like you," Bryce remarked.
Kurt and Blaine passed a look between them that Bryce saw, but didn't understand. "He's always been a good nurse," Blaine said simply, "every time."
Bryce grew angry thinking about all of the things that could mean. Kurt was the most perfect boy Bryce had ever laid eyes on, and for someone as flawed as Blaine to have him rubbed Bryce the wrong way. "So how long have you two been together?" Bryce tried to sound like he'd be interested in the answer.
Kurt beamed, "Since junior year, so about two and half years."
Bryce hadn't expected that, "Wow! That's a really long time!"
Blaine reached over to grab Kurt's hand, "Yeah, well, we took a little break that was stupid. But what's meant to be is meant to be, right?" Kurt beamed again at Blaine.
Bryce put his acting to the test, "Yeah, I suppose so. I wish all of us could be so lucky to never have more than one boyfriend."
Kurt nodded, "We were lucky. So lucky."
"Then again," Bryce began, "Where's the fun in it?"
Kurt and Blaine just looked at each other, talking with their eyes, "It's plenty of fun," Blaine said with a wink.
Bryce knew there'd be no breaking them today, so he conceded, "Well, I actually have to be off. I have practice tonight."
"Practice? The question rings out in Kurt's voice.
"Yeah! I got a small part in an off-off Broadway show." Bryce smiles, "I'll totally get you guys tickets to a show if you want to see it. It's in a crappy part of town but it's going to be good, I promise."
"Of course! I'd love to see it. So would, Kurt, I'm sure," Blaine answered even tough Bryce had directed all of his attention to Kurt.
Bryce stood, "Great, great. Well, I'm off, I can see myself out." As he walked out, a small girl with long blonde hair walked up to the landing, "You visiting Burt and Ernie?" he asked, hoping she'd get the joke.
Her large glassy eyes looked up at him, "Ha ha? But yes." She carried a pot that had a pea-soup colored liquid in it. "Kurt? I'm here!"
She heard footsteps and saw Kurt round the corner, "Hayden!"
Hayden rushed forward to hug the boy. Even though he was an employee, she felt a great pull towards him in a cosmic way. "Hello darling! How is that boy of yours?"
"You talking about me?" Blaine appeared around the corner, his shirt halfway up his stomach and his hair a mess.
Kurt pulled the boy's shirt down quickly, "Yes, she is, messy."
Hayden handed Kurt the soup, "Make this for him, he'll feel better." She extended a hand to Blaine, "I'm Hayden, Kurt's boss."
Blaine shook her hand before pulling her into a hug, "I'm Blaine, Kurt's other boss."
"I heard that," Kurt yelled from the kitchen.
Hayden laughed as she pulled Blaine to the couch, "You should be sitting or sleeping or something. You have to be strong to take care of my Kurt."
"Your Kurt?" Blaine raised an eyebrow towards her, "I believe his is mine."
"Don't go to war over little old me!" Kurt wailed walking out with a tray full of soup. "I hope you wanted some, Hayden."
"I'll never say no to food," she remarked, sitting cross-legged on the couch next to Blaine.
Blaine took a spoonful of the soup first, "Oh my god, this is so good!"
Hayden smiled, sipping hers, "I know, right? It's full of vitamin c too!"
Kurt took a rather large spoonful and immediately regretted it, "this tastes like dirt." He mumbled.
Hayden looked at him, "It's delicious. Try another spoonful."
So Kurt did, "still dirt."
Blaine and Hayden shrugged at the same time, both refilling their bowls.
Two hours into Hayden's visit, and Kurt hadn't gotten a word in edgewise.
"So then I decided I was going to try to jump out of the boat, but my parents freaked out and pulled me in again. We never went back to Niagara Falls." Blaine concluded an extra long story about his attempts to swim Niagara Falls at the age of five.
Hayden laughed loudly, "That is awesome. When I was 13 I tried to walk of fire stones at the local Renaissance Faire, but they said no. So I backed up about 40 feet, took my shoes off, and sprinted towards the pit. Needless to say, I have scars on my feet from the burns."
"You're lying!" Blaine cackles, "Let me see!"
Kurt cannot believe his boyfriend just asked to see his boss's feet.
Hayden pull off her sandal and sticks her foot right in Blaine's face, "SEE?"
"Oh my god, you're serious." Blaine is now holding her foot examining it, "this one kinda looks like.."
"A duck!" Hayden finishes, "I know!"
It seemed to Kurt that Blaine found a new best friend.
He didn't know why he hadn't seen this coming.
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