Warbler Infections

Chapter 12: "Picking up the pieces"

Blaine's POV:

    Man I feel like shit.

   Was I surprised that I woke up with a headache and a massive hangover, not in the slightest. I needed Kurt right now but there's no way he'll want to help. Why should he? I was a petty jerk to him last night.

  "Mmmmm Kurt.......need you.......feel horrible." I probably came off desperate and weak but I was too wasted to admit it.

  "I see somebody finally decided to get up." Wait what? Why was that voice so close by? I shot up out of my bed only to have my whole body scream in agony. A gentle hand pushed me down again. "God?"

   "Kurt actually, but good guess." I opened my eyes only to see Kurt sat on the edge of my mattress. He held a cold towel to my forehead, which I just noticed was burning up. His bright cerulean eyes looked much kinder and welcoming than yesterday. Isn't he upset? Did he forget, or was I imagining it all?

   "You were tossing and turning in your sleep so I gave you medicine and took your temperature. 102 degrees." Great. I'm sick, hungover, and now humiliated.

   "Did something go down last night? Or did I make it up cause I remember you being angry with me."

   "Oh I'm still mad at you but right now getting you taken care of is more important." He took the cap off a Tylenol bottle and poured it in a cup. "Now, you need to take some of this every 8 hours until your temperature is back to normal."

   "Don't wanna. Grape flavor's nasty, I'll be fine." Kurt sighed and stood up. "If you're not taking it then there's no point of me staying Blaine." He's seriously not going anywhere right? "Wait no no come back! I'll take it but you have to stay by my side if I do." That seemed satisfactory to him.

  I tried to drink the syrup myself but I couldn't lift the cup, considering how heavy my arms felt. Kurt noticed and slowly poured it into my mouth, careful not to spill or give me too much. "That wasn't so bad now was it?"

  "I guess not, but it tasted like poison." Kurt chuckled and set down the cup. "And I'm expected to believe you know what arsenic tastes like?" He quipped back as usual. Why does he always have to be right?

   "I'm not going to sit here all day Blaine but if you want anything like a drink or a cough drop just call me over." He turned the light off and headed to his side of the room.

   "You don't want to discuss what happened last night?" He turned back to me after plugging in the humidifier.

     "I know you don't actually want to talk about it, so no. Honestly it doesn't matter anymore. You were drunk and took it out on me. Let's just call this karma and quit while we're ahead."

  I hope he hadn't said anything else cause I was out like a light. Did the Tylenol help me breathe again? Yes. Was I going to tell Kurt that? Hell no. He was right though, we needed to get past our disagreement. Besides, I hardly remember what I said.

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   "Blaine? Blaine you have to eat. It'll make you feel stronger." I wasn't deep enough in sleep to ignore the voice. I wasn't hungry and I didn't recall asking for Kurt's help.

  "No mom, I'm fine. Go away please and annoy Cooper or something. I'd like to suffer in peace."

   "Blaine it's Kurt, not your mom. Did you bump your head at the party or is this the insomnia talking." Ya know maybe I did bump my head.

    "Sorry, I'm still tired and your voice kinda sounds like my mom." Shit. That was not the best thing to say. I've already hurt him enough today.

   "Considering your mental state I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that. I made you some herbal tea and chicken noodle soup. It's important that you get a non alcoholic liquid in your system."

   I made an effort to grab the cup and bowl but he pulled away the tray. "Hey? I thought I was getting my food!"

     "And you will but I'm feeding it to you Blaine. I don't think you'd like hot soup dripping down your chest, unless you're into that." He placed the mug at my lips, waiting for my approval to move it. I nodded allowing him to pour the sweet warm drink down my scratchy throat. There was something oddly comforting and satisfying about having him do this for me.

   He continued letting me sip the tea and giving me spoonfuls of soup. I was lying saying I wasn't starving. Who knew he was a fantastic cook too? I will definitely be using that to my advantage in the future.

  "Great job finishing, I'm proud of you. Maybe for dinner I'll bring us something from the dining hall." He cleared the empty dishes and checked my temperature again. "99.7 degrees is a lot lower than this morning."

  "It's cause you're awesome." Oh no did I say that out loud?

   "What do you mean?" He questioned, closing the blinds.

  I had to chose my next words carefully. "I mean you stayed by my bed for hours, risked your own health, cooked me a meal from scratch, and then took the time to feed me. Not many people would do that for me. But you did."
 
   "I guess it's the mothering instinct. Just know that there's no other way I'd rather spend my weekend. Anything to make you feel like yourself again."

   "Just hearing you say that makes me feel more like myself already." That was all I could respond before my mind drifted into another blissful oblivion.
  

   Hey guys! I know this chapter is kind of filler but a little fluff never hurt anybody. I can't believe that this story has over 300 reads! You're all so sweet for voting every upload, don't think it goes unnoticed. Could I maybe get a comment this week? Idk like tell me your favorite movie or song. I'd just like to know if anybody reads the author's notes. If not, that's ok. Have a great morning, afternoon, or night. You're all minorities, you're in the glee club. Sorry I couldn't resist. Until next time!

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     - Lindsay 💕