Sick

Kurt sneezed for what it seemed like the hundredth time that night as Blaine entered his room, juggling with a tray, a book and a bag. The opening of the door must have been the thing that had triggered the sneeze for he had passed a good five minutes without doing it.

"See, I told you I would come in no time!" he said, triumphant, as he set the tray and bag on the night stand and lay the book down on the floor.

"That was an hour ago!" Kurt complained in a mumble, his voice muffled by the sheets and blankets on top of him.( which Blaine had, somehow managed to supply from the laundry room. Kurt was sure he wasn't supposed to sleep with five blankets)

"Was not!" Blaine scoffed, kneeling by his side " I am sure I went down twenty minutes ago." He informed him, and carefully lifted the cover that partially covered Kurt's face. "Did you miss me that much?"

Kurt shivered again at the cold and his eyes slowly opened and focused on Blaine's face. As much as he'd like to stare at him, right now his eyes were watering, even with the dim lighting of the room, his nose tickled uncomfortably and he just wanted to fall asleep. If his headache let him. But of course Blaine wouldn't have any of it!

"Come on, sit up." He asked and proceeded to take something from the plastic bag.

"No!" Kurt replied, and turned face down on the bed.

"Kurt..." came Blaine's menacing voice. Oh, yes, he had one. Kurt had found it out on the first day of what he called "The Dalton sickness", which basically consisted on way too many essays and a great deal of catching up to subjects he didn't even have before. Oh, and there was the snow as well. He didn't know if the Dalton tailors actually considered that the students would be walking outside in those damn blazers.

"Kurt!"

"Wha-at?" he muttered, nuzzling up in his pillow.

"Are you dozing out on me again?"

"No, just resting my eyes."

Blaine sighed "I really need to give you your medicine. This book says you have to take it at least every six hours with a glass of water."

"Then give it to me."

"Kurt, the only medicine I can give you in that position is a suppository. Which, by the way, I am perfectly fine in giving."

Kurt never sat up faster in his life. If his face looked somehow redder, it was probably a trick of the light.

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