"Hi Blainey," Kurt said flirtatiously from his bed.
Blaine burst into a fit of giggles. "Hi sick boy," he said, leaning over to kiss Kurt on the lips.
Kurt had gotten stung by a bee mere hours before and his entire leg had puffed up.
Carole had given him some Benadryl, which had kicked in quickly and had not yet worn off. Carole had to work the night shift, so she put Blaine on Kurt duty for the night to make sure he didn't attempt anything stupid while on the drugs.
Blaine dropped his duffel bag on the floor with a large clunk.
"Whatcha got there?" Kurt asked.
Blaine lifted it up and put it on Kurt's bed. "Well, I have these," he pulled out all of the seasons of "Boy Meets World," "And this," he pulled out a huge, fluffy quilt that Kurt loved to cuddle under, "And this." The last thing he pulled out was a big Tupperware container containing two slices of his mom's famous chocolate cake.
Kurt's face lit up. "Mine!" he yelled. Still sitting in bed, he grabbed for it, but lost his balance and flopped face first onto his bed.
Blaine laughed and handed him a glass. "Drink water first, please," he said.
Kurt chugged down about half of the glass and Blaine ran downstairs to get some forks for the cake. He then climbed into bed with Kurt and pressed play on the DVD player. They finished their cake and an episode.
"Do you want to watch the next one or watch a different season?" Blaine asked. There was no response. He turned to Kurt, who was now slumped over onto his shoulder, sound asleep. Blaine laughed, kissed him gently on the forehead, and turned the volume way down and pressed play on another episode, perfectly content.