Kurt flipped open his computer proudly. He had just finished the longest paper of his life: over 20 pages on 18th Century Theater and theory. He was exhausted, but he had to see Blaine's face! He placed the call and Blaine answered right away. Instead of seeing his perky, happy boyfriend, he saw a fluffy red comforter, a mass of dark curls, and a tiny pink nose. "You in there, Blainers?" Kurt asked. Blaine popped his eyes out and groaned.
"Yeah, I'm here," Blaine grumbled, followed by a cough and a sniffle. Kurt's smile faded.
"What's the matter?" Kurt asked.
"Brittany had this bad cold last week. She was out for three days and then sneezed on my science notebook," Blaine explained with strong bitterness in his voice.
"I'm sorry you're sick. I wish I could be there for you," Kurt said.
"I'm glad you're not. You don't want this," Blaine said with a slight laugh, which only sent him into a fit of coughs.
"But I want to be your nurse," Kurt whined. "Fever?" he asked.
"Yeah. Steady at 101 degrees all day," Blaine said. He stifled a big yawn.
"I'm sorry. What else is wrong?" Kurt asked.
"Coughing, my stomach feels weird, and I've had this migraine all day," Blaine replied.
"Aww, I'm sorry baby. I'll let you get some sleep. Try drinking some warm green tea. It'll make your throat feel better and it might help settle your stomach. I love you," Kurt said, blowing him a kiss. Blaine blew a kiss back.
"Thanks. I love you too. I'll text you in the morning," Blaine said. Kurt gave him a sympathetic smile before hanging up. He laid down in his bed and wrapped his arms around his body, falling asleep a little sadder than usual. He wished he could make Blaine feel better.