Finchel Fam

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Kurt woke up coughing. Great. He looked over at Finn, who was fast asleep. He seemed to be feeling better, but he still had that pesky fever. Kurt stood up, and immediately sat back down. He felt gross. Just overall gross.
But, he had to take care of Finn. Rachel had put him in charge, and he would not let her down. And he would not let Sam or Blaine know he was sick. Never. He could power through this, it was just a little cold. So he got up and give Finn his medicine.
The door opened and closed. "Hey, we're home!" Sam called.
Kurt closed his eyes for a moment. Why did Sam have to be so LOUD? "In here." He called back.
"How's the boy?" Blaine asked.
"He's better. How was your day?"
"Amazing. Kurt, thank you for letting us go out. We went to Times Square, and then saw a Broadway show!"
"What show?"
"Wicked," Sam said, "and let me tell you, it was wicked!"
Kurt laughed. "Sounds fun. Wish I could've been there."
In truth, all Kurt wanted to do was sleep. Forever. He felt so awful.
"Hey, you must be pretty tired. Let me watch Finn, and you can go sleep." Blaine offered.
Kurt was tempted to say yes. "No, I'm fine."
"You sure?"
No. "Yes."
"Ok. Well at least let me make dinner."
"Fine. If you insist." Kurt went to go play with Finn, and Sam joined him.
"Hey. You okay? You don't look so good."
"I'm fine. So, do you like New York?"
"It's so amazing. Thanks for letting me come here, and stay with you."
"You're welcome. Anytime."
They played with the baby for a while, then Blaine called them to dinner.
That was when Kurt blacked out.