Disclaimer: I do NOT own the show Glee.

But what are you promising?

To always love you.

Kurt was exhausted. He was also having an excruciatingly difficult time breathing through his nose. And the clothes he had fallen asleep in several hours ago were wrinkled to the point of no return. Being sick really, really was not high on the list of things he dealt with well.

Kurt rolled over onto his side, groaning hopelessly into the couch cushions. What he wouldn't have given to be teleported into a comfortable bed at that moment. Just the idea of getting up made him a little dizzy. Burt, however, was busy with work, and Finn had gone with Carole to visit family. No one was home to take care of him or to motivate him to take care of himself.

Maybe it was better that way, though. He certainly didn't feel like putting in all the effort to make himself presentable.

Kurt had nearly fallen asleep again when he heard the front door creak open. Burt.

Never one to act pathetic in front of anyone, Kurt allowed himself a quiet (albeit miserable) sigh. Maybe he would ask his dad to bring him some cold medicine, if he happened to come into the room…

"Oh, wow, you look terrible."

Well, that wasn't his father.

Kurt bolted upright, earning himself a dash of stars across his vision as his head began to swim. He hurried to adjust his ridiculously disheveled hair and clothes. "Blaine, what are you...?"

"I came to see if you still wanted to go to the movies tonight," Blaine answered, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the back of the couch. He sat at Kurt's feet, concern written all over his face. "But obviously you don't. Have you been feeling sick all day?"

Kurt shrugged halfheartedly, and then frowned. "Oh… oh no, you really wanted to go to the movie, didn't you? It just opened, right? Ugh." He sighed and curled in on himself to rest his head on the couch again. "I'm really sorry, Blaine. I guess I'm just not up for much of anything. I should have called."

Blaine shook his head, leaning in to brush a loose strand of hair back from Kurt's forehead. "No, no, it's fine," Blaine assured him. "I wish I'd known you weren't feeling well, I could have brought along some soup or something."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I wish I'd known you were coming. I could have made myself look half-decent." He glanced down at the horror show that was his appearance, at the messy pile of dishes he had used earlier but never put away in favor of sleeping. He felt unbelievably self-conscious. Yes, Blaine knew him better than anyone else, but that didn't necessarily mean he would want to spend time with his sick, cranky boyfriend. Especially not when he could be out watching the movie he had been dying to see for ages.

"I don't care what you look like, Kurt, you have a cold," Blaine replied with a small smile, and tapped a finger to the tip of Kurt's nose affectionately. "Besides, no one can pull off the red-nosed look like you can."

Kurt grimaced. "You don't care that I'm all gross?"

"I love that you're all gross. It's human. Now scoot over and pick out a DVD so we can have our date."

Kurt let out a relieved sigh and curled up to rest his head on Blaine's shoulder. "You're amazing. You actually have the ability to love me even when I'm sick. I thought that was just a mythical trait."

Blaine chuckled. "Of course I love you even when you're sick," he replied, leaning in to kiss the top of Kurt's head. "I always love you."