"As long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless we could be BROKE," the giant crack in Kurt's voice echoed throughout Blaine's spacious house.
"Woah, you okay?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Kurt replied, his voice sounding a little raspy. The boys were spending a cloudy afternoon rehearsing for a new duet for glee club. They packed this duet with harmonies and difficult runs. It was one of the hardest songs either of them had ever sung. Kurt cleared his throat vigorously.
"Do you want to take a break?" Blaine asked, putting his hand on Kurt's shoulder, then gently moving it to his forehead, checking for any sign of a fever. Kurt looked a bit paler than normal and his nose was a bit pink.
"I don't think a five minute break would hurt us," Kurt replied, plopping himself onto the couch, and Blaine sat at his side and flipped on the television. Kurt coughed occasionally, but one cough tickled his throat the wrong way and set him into a fit of hard coughs. He moaned quietly.
"Is it your throat?" Blaine asked, gently rubbing Kurt's hand.
"Yeah," Kurt croaked, wincing in pain.
"I'm sorry, babe," Blaine said, pushing Kurt's hair away from his eyes. "Want me to try and fix it?"
"Yeah," Kurt croaked again, setting him off into another fit of coughs. Blaine smiled gently and got up and went to the kitchen. On Kurt's end, it just sounded like he was turning knobs, banging pots together and opening and shutting cabinets. Kurt was starting to develop a headache and these noises weren't all that soothing. He would much rather have Blaine's sweet voice singing to him quietly while he tried to sleep, so Kurt got up off the couch to tell Blaine to come lay down with him. He found Blaine stirring something delicious smelling on the stove. "What are you making?" Kurt rasped.
"My grandmother's old world remedy for the common cold. Family secret. Works like a charm!" Blaine was now pouring the mixture into a mug and he handed the mug to Kurt. It smelled even more delicious up close: like cinnamon and mint. He cautiously took a sip. It felt like heaven on his raw throat. Blaine must have seen his soothed smile. "Come on, let's sit down. Now, no talking for the next hour or else it won't work. And you have to drink all of it." Kurt gave Blaine a thumbs up. They both settled onto the couch and in about fifteen minutes, Kurt's cup was empty. Kurt yawned a huge yawn and snuggled into Blaine. "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that it's going to make you sleepy," Blaine giggled. Kurt just sighed contently. Blaine stroked his cheek and hummed to him quietly. It took less than five minutes for Kurt to drift into a peaceful slumber for hours, Blaine nursing him at his side.