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*comfort*

You're not feeling well and they comfort you.

KURT:
You and Kurt had made the mistake of drinking too much the night before. Kurt seemed to be managing okay, but for you the room was still spinning and you were stuck on the bathroom floor.
"Oh, baby," Kurt sighed sympathetically as you got sick again. Your pain killed him. He made sure he held your hair back. He rubbed gentle circles on your back.
"Any better?" He asked softly. You nodded. "Do you want to try to get up?" You nodded again and he helped you to your feet, getting you to the sink where you cleaned up and brushed your teeth.
"Now let's go cuddle up," Kurt suggested and even though you still didn't feel great, your lips curled up into a smile. Kurt could always make you feel better.

KRIST:
You were really sick with something—probably the flu. Whatever it was, you could barely get out of bed. You were propped up on pillows, thumbing through a book you couldn't concentrate on reading, when the door burst open.
"Y/N!" Exclaimed your boyfriend Krist cheerfully. His hands were laden with things he had brought for you. He sat them down on your dresser and made his way over to you. You couldn't help but smile at him. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" You shrugged.
"Better since you're here." It was honest.
"Well, lucky for you, I'm not going anywhere!" He gave you a goofy look that made you giggle.
"Now, I got you cough drops—the cherry ones. Cold medicine—cherry, not grape, a box of tissues and Gatorade—orange, of course." You beamed. He knew you so well.
"Thank you so much, Krist."
"That's not all," he added proudly, producing a Reese's Peanut Butter cup and a stuffed teddy bear that said GET WELL SOON. Your eyes teared up at his thoughtfulness. You were really lucky.
"Have I ever told you that you're perfect, Krist?" He chuckled.
"Well now is as good a time as any to start," he announced, placing a kiss onto your forehead. "But there's one more thing. You need to try to eat." Only then did you realize that he had also brought a tray of food with him.
It was a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Your favorite again. He grabbed the tray from your dresser and sat it across your lap.
You sipped the soup, appreciating how comforting it was, even though you weren't hungry.
"There you go, eat up," encouraged Krist gently. He could be so sweet.
When you ate as much as you could, Krist cleared your bowl away. "You should get some rest now," he suggested. You knew he was right, but you didn't want him to go. It was like he could read your mind.
"Y/N, do you mind if I stay here with you?" Krist asked.
"I just don't want you to get sick," you answered.
"But I just want to be with you," Krist answered. You couldn't turn him down with that sweet smile, so you obliged. He held you close under your blankets as you rested and you started feeling better in no time at all.

DAVE
Tears streamed down your cheeks. You couldn't believe you'd caught your best friend, Amelia, lying to you. She'd blown off going to a show with you tonight, claiming to be sick, and yet here she was with Michael, the guy she told you she'd stopped seeing.
The two of you had had words, and Dave had stepped in to knock it off.
"Y/N, it's okay," he told you gently, as you tried to push him away, after Amelia had taken off with Michael. He stayed calm. "I'm sure she has some explanation for what she did. And if not, maybe she's not the friend you thought. And you're better off."
"But she knew how important this show was to me," you cried.
"I know, babe." You now welcomed Dave's embrace as he slipped his arms tightly around you. You held each other amid the emptying concert venue.
"Thank you for coming with me, Dave."
"It's nothing at all," Dave answered.
"But you had to call off work and everything."
"Listen, (Y/N), you are so much more important than some stupid job. I wouldn't have cared if they fired me, I'd be here with you." He gave you a quick kiss on the lips and you instantly felt a lot better.
"I love you, Dave."
"I love you too, darling."