When I knocked on Blaine's door that Monday morning, I immediately knew something was wrong. For the first time all semester, I didn't hear a Katy Perry song blasting from the iPod dock on his desk.
"Blaine?" I called hesitantly as I cracked the door open slowly, only to find the bed empty and the boy in question slumped against the wall of his bathroom, his hair a wild mess of extreme bed-head.
"Hey Kurt," he said groggily, lifting his head an inch or so before letting it fall back against the drywall.
"Blaine, are you feeling alright? You look awful," I said as I entered the bathroom. "And it's ten minutes until breakfast."
I walked over to my slightly green boyfriend, pushing curls back from his forehead and leaving my palm against the skin. He was burning up.
"Blegherg," Blaine said incoherently, pressing his face into his knees. I walked over to the mini fridge and got a bottle of water for my boyfriend. He took the bottle and drank a sip, enjoying the feeling of the cool liquid running down his throat, I assumed.
"I'll call the attendance office," I said, petting his head again. "There's no way you're going to class today."
"Thanks," Blaine said, taking another sip of water. I could tell he was going to throw up, so I moved out of the way quickly. He crawled over to the toilet and was violently sick. Very violently.
I snuck out of the room and shut the door, pulling out my phone and calling the office. I informed them that neither of us would be attending classes that day. I walked back into the bathroom and found Blaine lying down, dry heaving.
"Whoa," I said quickly, rushing over to him. I helped the convulsing boy into a sitting position and then picked him up bridal style, taking him back to his bed. Blaine wrapped the covers around his body tightly. I walked back into the bathroom and grabbed some ibuprofen and the water, then made my way to the bed my boyfriend was currently curled up in. I put two of the pills in his hand and set the bottle on the bedside table. "Do you want me to get you anything?" I asked.
"No, but thank you," the boy said before sitting up and swallowing the pills and a few gulps of water. "You don't have to stay with me if you don't want to," he whispered, lying his head back onto the pillow with a moan of discomfort.
"Of course I want to," I said. "I'm not leaving you until you get better."
I lay down next to him and began running my fingers through his hair again, watching as his expressions grew more and more relaxed. He curled into my chest, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around the dark haired boy. Somewhere in the back of my head, I noted that my uniform was wrinkling and my previously perfect hair was being destroyed, but that was in the back of my thoughts.
I woke up a few hours later to a still-sleeping Blaine. He didn't even flinch as I got up out of the bed, and I assumed he'd stay like that for a while. I scribbled a note to him telling him I'd return soon should he wake in my absence before making my way out the door and to the parking lot. There was a Walgreens not ten minutes from Dalton, and I made my way to the convenience store.
When I arrived, I made my way through the aisles, grabbing a multitude of things. Bottles of Powerade, saltine crackers, and a box of popsicles. Then I passed an aisle with some toys, and something caught my eye. It was so adorable. The fluffy teddy bear looked up at me with it's big, beady eyes, and practically begged me to take it home. How could I resist? Not to mention it was about as tall as my knees and soft as a rabbit. Also, it was pink.
I grabbed the bear and made my way to the cash register. After paying for everything and making my way back to Dalton, I found Blaine still asleep, blankets thrown aside as though he'd been tossing in his slumber. He stirred as I walked into the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he squinted at me.
"Kurt?" he asked groggily, attempting to sit up.
"No," I said, "I'm your fairy godmother."
"Shut up," Blaine groaned, stuffing his face into the pillow again.
"I brought you some presents," I said, holding the bear behind my back, although it probably wasn't hidden well, considering how large it was. Blaine made an unintelligible noise that I couldn't decipher. I took the stuffed animal from behind my back and set it next to him on the bed. I watched his face as he peered up at it, then grabbed it almost violently and hugged it to his chest.
"Oh my God, it's so soft," he mumbled into the back of the bears head, and I chuckled. I pulled the blankets back and slipped back into bed next to Blaine. The dark haired boy sighed as I wrapped my arms around him from behind. Blaine pressed closer to me as he continued to hug the fluffy pink bear. I rested my head on the pillow and started to hum Speechless as Blaine let go of the bear and turned so that he was now facing me.
"Thank you," he murmured, pressing his face into my shoulder. I kissed the top of his head.
"My pleasure," I replied with a soft smile.