Kurt swung his feet against the table that he was sitting on and pulled his jacket closer to himself. "I hate this place," he said sadly before launching into a coughing fit.
Blaine stood from the chair across the room and went to sit on the table next to Kurt to rub his back. "You'll be fine. The doctor's just going to give you medicine and then we can go pick it up and go home," Blaine said.
Kurt had been feeling awful for a few days now, and when he started running a fever, Carole made him go to the doctor.
The door to the exam room swung open and Dr. Cramer walked in. "Hello, Kurt. I hear you're not feeling well," he said.
Kurt just grumbled.
Dr. Cramer took Kurt's temperature and listened to his lungs. "Kurt, it appears that you have the flu," he said.
Kurt moaned and laid his head on Blaine's shoulder.
Dr. Cramer flipped open Kurt's chart. "It says here that you got your flu shot a few months ago," he said.
"What a waste," Kurt said.
Dr. Cramer laughed. "Well I'm going to give you a prescription to stop that cough. Take Ibuprofen every six hours to break your fever and call me in a few days to tell me how you're doing."
"So no shots?" Kurt asked.
Dr. Cramer laughed again. "Nothing has changed since you were five. No shots today. Feel better." He left the room and Blaine hopped off of the table.
"See? Not so bad," he said.
"I have the flu," Kurt said.
Blaine kissed his forehead. "I heard. Let's go fill your prescription and get you something to make you feel better."
They headed to the supermarket, where they bought soup, ice cream, wheat bread, and juice while waiting for Kurt's prescription. It took a few days for Kurt to get better, but he was in Blaine's loving hands.