A Heart in New York (Klaine AU)

Feeling Better?

Part 4: Feeling Better?

I did not see Blaine Anderson for the rest of the week, because by Tuesday, I was in bed sick. The flu came early this year.

Now it was Friday, and I was not completely healed, but I was already feeling a lot better. I wanted to go to class, but Rachel would not let me. If she hadn't been here, I wouldn't have missed a minute of school, but I knew she was right. I needed to let it get better, otherwise it would only get worse.

"Hey, I'll bring home some bagels okay?" Rachel sat at my bedside, she had just brought me a cup of hot tea and was trying to cheer me up. It really was depressing, being sick during the first week of class.

I chuckled. "Not sure if I will be able to eat those."

She pouted. "Can I get you anything?"

I shook my head. "I'll be okay."

"I'm going to make you some soup when I get back, alright?" She said, ignoring what I had just said.

I smiled. "Could you maybe ask a few people what I missed? I want to know if we have any assignments."

"You need to get better first. You are not singing with that sore throat." She said, worried.

"I'll get better."

She got up and sighed. "Well, I really should get going, take care of yourself, Kurt." She said while putting on her coat. She stopped in front of my mirror and smoothed her hair. "See you later!" She called out. I would have waved, but she had already turned the corner and couldn't see me anymore.

After I heard the door slam shut, I knew I was alone. I sighed and looked around my room, which wasn't really a room, to be honest. Just a bed, a desk, a clothing rack, a drawer and a mirror, all of this surrounded by two curtains so there was still some form of privacy.

I felt miserable, I couldn't go to school, I couldn't sing, I couldn't dance. I had already read all the fashion magazines thar I had twice. I opened up my laptop and surfed the Internet for a while, but, believe it or not, stalking your favourite celebrities gets boring sometimes.
Sleep wasn't an option either. I had slept longer in the past three days than I had in years. I wasn't the person to sit around and do nothing at all, I needed something to keep me busy. I also wasn't the kind of person to get sick easily, and if I did, I pushed through it pretty quickly. So, all of this, it was pure torture.

I moved to the couch, and tried to watch some shows, but they were so boring that I stopped trying to pay attention to them after a while. I was bored, awfully bored. My nose and throat ached due to the flu and I felt miserable, but there was nothing around that could possibly distract me enough to make me feel any better. When my phone vibrated inside the pocket of my pajamas, I was sure it was Rachel, checking up on me, making sure I wasn't leaving the house. I didn't answer the call.

I sat up straight when I heard someone opening the door to our loft. I was frozen for a while, in shock, was someone breaking in? I could relax when I saw wavy, dark hair.
"Oh my God, Rachel. You scared the hell out of me."

She laughed and came over to hug me. "How are you?"

"Pretty good." I said, realizing I felt a lot better all of a sudden. "But, what are you doing home so early?"

"Oh," she said, "just picking up something." She shrugged.

"Don't you have class?" I asked, but she shook her head.

"No, silly." was all she said. She walked into the kitchen and vigorously started looking for something in the cupboard where we keep the plates.

"Rachel, what exactly are you looking for?" I frowned.