*gets him to Kurt’s home as quickly as he can and gets Blaine into Kurt’s bed*
*curls up into his bed and shivers.* Kuuurt..
Just keep your eyes shut, hun.
*whimpers and does what he’s told.*
Shh, hun. You’ll be okay soon. I promise. *frowns*
Are we almost at your place? Is it bright outside? I can’t do light right now.
*quickly gets his bag from Belle and walks to the elevator.
*whimpers and groans.* I want to die.
No, no, I can carry you, hun. Just puke in the bucket, please, if you have to. *walks with him out of the room*
*groaned and sighed as he lays his head on Kurt’s shoulder.*
*picks him up as gently as possible* I’ll definitely forgive you as soon as I take a few Silkwood showers. *chuckles* In seriousness, you shouldn’t be embarassed. You are sick, you can’t help it.
*doesn’t see the humor in what Kurt said and groaned. Blaine looks up at Kurt and put his head on Kurt’s shoulder.* Lets go… Help me stand.
*freezes immediately when Blaine pukes on him* It’s fine. *breathes through his mouth from the smell* I-I…I’m going to put you down, give you the throw up bucket…then change.. then we’ll leave. *slowly sets him back on the bed and goes gives him the bucket. He takes one of Blaine’s old t-shirts from a drawer, takes off his shirt, puts it in a plastic bag, hoping it’s salvagable. He wets a face cloth and goes to clean Blaine up and puts that cloth in his shirt bag* Try again?
*feels really bad for throwing up on him and curls into a ball as Kurt goes off to clean up. Blaine lets Kurt wash him and nods.* This time I promise not to throw up on you. God I’m so embarrassed. *groans as he slowly sits up.*
*nods* Of course, honey. *moves to pick him up.
*whimpers as Kurt moves him, he gets dizzy and groans and throws up.* Oh.. god.. Kurt… I’m sorry.
*frowns* Oh, baby… Let’s get you to my place…
*closes his eyes and whimpers.* Can you carry me?
*frowns and nods* I’ll take good care of him…*goes into the bedroom*
*looks over at Kurt and groans. His pale, very pale, Kurt level pale and sweaty. He looks like hell and he feels like hell too. Blaine tires to sit up but the room spins and he lays back down.*
*walks into the apartment*
*Belle is walking out the bedroom with a little duffle bag.* Hey.. so he’s in the bedroom.. he um.. he looks bad.. but I think he just needs a lot rest..
Okay. He needs it, yes.
When are you coming? You might need to help him down to the cab.
Of course. I’ll come get him right now.
I’ll pack him a little bag then. He wont be happy.. but he needs this.
Oh no…What happened?
I don’t know if I like that when I come on you say oh no. But nothing, he got a little dizzy, and I didn’t want him to fall so I put him back in bed… I was wondering.. why don’t you take him to your place.. he’s such a stress ball that I think a little time away from the kids will be a good thing. He’s sick and he wont take the time he needs to get better. I can see it in his face, he’s pale and sweaty. He looks like hell. Kurt.. you know he wont stay in bed if he’s home with them. I can take care of the babies.