Blaine had the radio turned up as he was driving to Kurt's house. He was singing at the top of his lungs, and almost didn't hear his phone ringing over the music.
Kurt was calling.
"Hello?" Blaine said.
"Hi," a muffled voice on the other end said.
"Um, Kurt, are you okay?" Blaine asked.
"I came down with this stupid cold yesterday. I don't think you should come over," Kurt said.
"That's more of a reason for me to come over. Where's your dad?" Blaine asked.
"At work. But I'm fine. I promise," Kurt said.
"Kurt, I know how you get when you're sick. I'll be there in 45 minutes. I love you." Blaine hung up before Kurt had the chance to argue. He stopped at the store and picked up some supplies for Kurt on the way to his house. Once he was there, he let himself in and followed the sounds of the sneezing and coughing to Kurt, who was in his room, perched on his bed.
The door creaked open and Kurt jumped.
Blaine laughed. "Sorry, babe. You sound awful."
"It's not that bad," Kurt said. He sneezed violently.
"Well, I bought you some stuff anyways." Blaine dangled the bag in front of Kurt's face.
"Oh yeah? Um, what did you get?" There was a longing in Kurt's eyes for some sort of relief.
Blaine plucked the items out of the bag. "Vapor rub, tissues, tea, cough syrup, and cough drops," he said.
Kurt gave in. "Thank you. I guess I do feel pretty terrible," he said.
Blaine rubbed his back. "I know you do. Why don't you lay down and get some sleep?"
Kurt laid down and Blaine continued to rub his back. "I love you," Kurt said quietly.
"I love you too," Blaine said. "I'll stay right here."
"Okay," Kurt said. He slowly drifted to sleep with Blaine at his side.