Of Wine and Coffee- A Kurtbastian Glee fic

Chapter 8: Forget

~Sometimes, it’s just better to forget~

Kurt was lying uselessly on his bed that evening, feeling utterly drained.

After the waterworks episode, Kurt had been too exhausted to get out of bed. Sebastian had rested a hand against Kurt’s forehead-Kurt did not even flinch at the touch due to his lack of energy- and declared that the boy was starting to get slightly feverish. Sebastian had been uncharacteristically gentle with him as he instructed Kurt to lie down while he went downstairs to look for medicine. Not a few minutes later, Sebastian texted him that he and Burt will be out to buy some. Kurt merely replied a one-word text.

Okay. –Kurt.

He stayed where he was, staring blankly at the duvet as if he had nothing better to do. But then, he did not have anything better to do. Not that he could do much. All that crying had left him both physically and emotionally drained that all he really wanted to do was to curl up and sleep. But every time he closed his eyes, images started to form behind his eyelids, extremely vivid and real.

Blaine smiling at him…

Blaine singing his heart out…

Blaine holding his hand…

Blaine kissing him…

I’m not in love with you anymore…

Kurt sat up with a gasp and rushed into his bathroom, collapsing on his knees near the toilet bowl. He moaned in pain as he retched and vomited into the toilet bowl, gripping the rim tightly until his knuckles turned white. Sweat began to bead along his forehead as he continued to vomit some more before shakily reached up to flush the toilet. He stayed where he was for a moment, too sick to get up before he felt a soothing hand rubbing his back. Startled, he turned to see Carole smiling gently at him as she continued rubbing his back.

“Hey, are you alright now, honey?” she asked. “Did you eat something wrong?”

Kurt shook his head. “N-no…I’m just…not feeling so well,”

“Sebastian said that you have a fever,” Carole pressed the back of her hand against Kurt’s forehead. Kurt looked at her as her eyes widened slightly. “You’re burning up!”

“I’m fine,” Kurt smiled. “It’s just….” My ex-boyfriend called me aside today to talk to me. He said sorry for the breakup and honestly, I thought he wanted to get back together but no, he just wished he could have found a better and less insensitive way to break up with me. It turns out that it’s not because of long-distance relationship problems, but it’s just that he wasn’t in love with me anymore. Did I mention that he told me all this because of the song I sang in Glee club? Me and my horrible song choices. “…the stress,” Kurt said finally, giving Carole a reassuring look. “I’ll be fine after I take my medicine and get some sleep,”

Carole looked doubtful for a moment before she nodded. “Well…if you say so. I’m going to make you some soup, anyway, okay? You can’t take medicine with an empty stomach,”

“Okay,”

Carole gave Kurt another smile before she rose and strode out of the room. Kurt sighed before he got up and went to the sink to rinse out the odd taste in his mouth. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. God, he cannot remember the last time he looked so terrible. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, his face looked blotchy and his hair was in an extreme mess. He splashed cold water on his face and patted it dry with a towel. He eyed the multiple products of lotions on the side of the sink with consideration before deciding to skip his skincare regime for once. He was too tired for that.