And Baby Makes Three

Chapter 13

This was not what he had had in mind for the start of his weekend in New York; shaking and sweaty on the floor of the tiny bathroom in the Bushwick apartment while Kurt frantically pressed a cool cloth to his forehead and rubbed his back.

He’d only been in New York a few hours and things were already going wrong. 

And for some reason, he couldn’t stop mumbling apologies for it. 

“Ssh,” Kurt said quietly. “You’re probably coming down with something. You need to lie down. C'mon, I’ll help you to the couch and I’ll get you some water.”

Blaine didn’t know what was wrong. One minute he’d felt fine, and the next he’d felt flushed and hot all over, an ache pressing its finger at the front of his head and feeling nauseous, though it was a different kind of nausea from morning sickness. 

He allowed himself to be helped to the couch, his legs shaking when he stood, causing him to lean heavily against Kurt. He, however, didn’t complain, merely smoothed a stray curl back from Blaine’s forehead and set him gently on the large brown couch in the middle of the apartment, pulling the blanket that was thrown across the back over his knees. 

Kurt promptly returned with the glass of water, which he placed on the coffee table. 

“Do you need anything else? Because I can get you anything you need, there’s a store a block away from here, and a drugstore.”

“Maybe it’s my blood pressure or something,” Blaine said, slowly, as though speaking around a large mouthful of food. “I read online that it could get pretty high….” He shifted on the couch, restless; why was he so hot? It felt like his skin was burning, and his body continued to shiver, tiny convulsions that made goosebumps erupt on the exposed skin of his arms, neck and forehead. 

Kurt sat down next to him, his expression concerned. He was wringing his hands in his lap, something he did when he was nervous or anxious. 

“I’m - I’m okay, Kurt, really, I probably just need to rest….but I don’t understand why I’m so warm…”

Kurt disappeared into the bathroom, then reappeared with the same cloth he’d used earlier in his hand. He sat back down on the couch and proceeded to press the cloth to Blaine’s forehead and face, and the cold damp of it felt great on his too-hot skin. 

“Better?”

Blaine let his eyes drift closed.

"Mm, yeah. A little.” _______________________________________

When Blaine opened his eyes, Kurt’s face was very close to his; he could see the clear blue of his eyes and the slope of his nose. He was looking at him, just looking and not saying anything. He must have fallen asleep, because his neck was sore where he’d sat in an awkward position. 

He was also no longer flushed or warm, and the nausea had gone too. 

“You were asleep.” Kurt confirmed softly. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“It wouldn’t have bothered me." 

"Are you feeling any better?”