Blaine was curled up in Kurt's bed with the worst head cold he had ever had. His head pounded, his nose was stuffy, and his chest hurt.
Kurt slowly opened the door, balancing a bowl of soup on a tray and a glass of orange juice.
Blaine groaned.
"Your favorite nurse has brought you some food!" Kurt said happily.
Blaine threw the covers over his head and groaned again.
Kurt crept over to the bedside and sat down. "Please eat. You're only going to get sicker if you don't," Kurt begged.
Blaine knew he wasn't going to get out of it, so he sat up and ate about half of the bowl of soup. It only made his stomach feel funny and his face feel hot.
"What do you need now? Do you want to watch a movie? Or listen to music?" Kurt asked eagerly.
"Um, Kurt, it's not that I don't appreciate you letting me stay here while my parents are away, but honestly, what I really want right now, is a little peace and quiet," Blaine replied.
Kurt looked a little sad. "Okay. I have some work to do for Vogue, so you can get some rest," he said. He picked up his computer and started to leave the room.
"Wait," Blaine said. "I didn't mean leave!"
Kurt smiled again. "Okay, if you insist," he said happily. He placed his computer back on the desk and climbed into bed with Blaine.
Blaine snuggled his face into Kurt's shoulder and sighed contently.
Kurt started slowly rubbing his back. Soon, both boys were sound asleep, perfectly happy.