There will be a companion piece for this drabble tomorrow :)
Kurt's Headache Days
Kurt's headache days were not good days.
Kurt would be very quiet, and barely speak to Blaine throughout the day. If something went wrong, he'd burst, scream for solid ten minutes before going very quiet again. Sometimes Blaine would find him crying in the bathroom afterwards.
After living together for a while, Blaine learnt to recognize those days before they began; if Kurt stayed in bed linger than he did, or if he wouldn't eat anything for breakfast, or if he'd dress in that one particular not-very-stylish outfit, chances are he had a headache day.
That day was most definitely a headache day. Kurt was still in bed, covered in blankets from head to toe even after Blaine already got out of the shower and finished dressing up.
"Kurt, sweetie?" he said in his most gentle voice, sitting at the edge of the bed but not coming closer.
"Headache," came the muffled answer.
"Do you want tea?" he asked, rubbing Kurt leg through the blanket.
"Want to call in sick."
"Okay, sweetie. Do you want me to call in sick for you?"
"No, just give me my phone."
Blaine found it under a pile of knick-knacks on the nightstand, and slipped it under the blankets around the lump that he assumed was Kurt's head.
"May I offer cuddles?" he carefully asked.
"You have work," Kurt mumbled grimly.
"I have fifteen minutes to spare to make my husband feel better," he said, quickly climbing back on the bed and rolling under the blankets, cuddling up to Kurt's warm body.
"Thank you," said Kurt, and Blaine kissed his neck.
"You're very welcome."