Guess who's sick again? This gal!

So, obviously, have some sick!Blaine.

Flu and Make out Sessions

Blaine opens the door with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, which confuses Kurt; his text-messages throughout the day were pretty excited about their scheduled make out session.

"Is everything alright?" he asks in lieu of hello, walking inside and hanging his coat.

Blaine blinks and shakes his head, as if trying to clear his mind. "Yeah, sure. Why wouldn't it be?" he smiles again, but it still seems a bit… off.

Kurt decides to let it go for now, hoping he might be able to convince Blaine to tell him later when he's a little more loose. So he takes Blaine's hand and leads the way to the bedroom, Blaine tagging along somewhat slower than the usual.

They climb onto the bed together, and Kurt takes the time to examine Blaine's face- there are dark circles under his eyes, a bit more than normal. His brows are furrowed just in the slightest, and Kurt wonders if he even notices it. There is something sad about his expression; even the corners of his mouth are going a little downwards.

"Are you sure you're alright, honey?"

The question startles Blaine. "Sorry, what?"

Kurt's heart stutters, worried. "I was asking if you're sure you're alright, honey?"

"Yeah, yeah," he nods.

"Okay," Kurt says and kisses him softly, trying to sooth. Then he trails a hand up Blaine's spine and into his hair, supporting his head and kissing him again, and again, and again, tenderly. "Do you wanna lie down?" he asks after a few more kisses.

Blaine nods, his arms wrapping around Kurt's neck when they position themselves better and Kurt lays his back onto the pillows.

"Been thinking about you all week," Kurt murmurs, kissing at Blaine's neck. "You're beautiful."

Blaine just inhales and hugs him tighter; Kurt licks a little and he hums.

"Can I unbutton your shirt?" he asks, nuzzling Blaine's warm skin, massaging his scalp.

Blaine doesn't answer.

"Babe." Kurt lifts himself up a little, only to find Blaine's face blank and his eyes closed. He almost wants to be irritated, but- how can he? (Besides, Blaine looks really adorable right now…) "Babe," he says, nudging Blaine's shoulder until he startles. "You're dozing off on me. What's up?"

"Nothing, nothing, I'm sorry-"

Kurt takes his hand and twines their fingers. "B. What's going on?"

Blaine sighs, and then sniffs. "I'm a little sick. I think I got the flu."

"Oh, baby," coos Kurt, petting his hair. "You could've just told me."

Blaine shrugs. "Didn't want to- disappoint you. We didn't have time for ourselves in a long while. So I took some- some DayQuil, but now I'm all loopy and tired."

"I'm not disappointed, baby. We can have fun another time, but if you're sick and you're not enjoying it, than what's the point?" Kurt rolls onto his side and pulls Blaine to cuddle into his chest, pulling the blanket over them. "You can sleep, and later when you wake up I can make you some soup, hmm?"

"Okay," Blaine says almost inaudibly.

A few moments later when Kurt thinks to ask what kind of soup Blaine would like, he finds him already asleep, snoring just the tiniest bit with his mouth open. Poor, adorable sweetheart.