Kurt cracked the door to Blaine's bedroom open, letting a sliver of light into the dark room as a warning sign to Blaine. Blaine covered his eyes with his hands. Kurt knew it was safe to enter now. "How are you holding up?" Kurt whispered, barely audible. Blaine just moaned. They were supposed to go to the movies, but Kurt had arrived at Blaine's house to Blaine having the worst migraine he had ever had. "That bad?" Kurt whispered. He sat down on Blaine's bed and placed a cool washcloth on Blaine's forehead and started rubbing his back.
"You don't understand, Kurt," Blaine said. Kurt could hear in his voice that he was in pain.
"You're right, I don't. And I feel really bad that you do," Kurt said. "I brought you some Tylenol," Kurt said.
"No thank you," Blaine replied.
"Blaine, it's going to help with the pain," Kurt said, holding his hand, containing the medicine, out to Blaine.
"No!" Blaine yelled, shoving the drug away. Kurt sat stunned for a moment. "The thought of putting anything in my mouth is making me feel sick to my stomach," Blaine explained.
"Well then what do you want? I don't know any other way to help. Do you want me to take you to the hospital? Is it that bad?" Kurt asked. His heart rate quickened.
"No thank you. Can you just sit with me?" Blaine asked.
"Of course I can," Kurt replied. He climbed up onto the bed carefully, as to not jostle Blaine too much, and let Blaine settle into his side. Blaine laid in pain almost all night, until his upset stomach subsided. He then took the medicine and at around 7:00 AM, much to Kurt's relief, he fell asleep.