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FILL - kurt/blaine - h/c, medical, fluff - part a

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Blaine feels a blazing jolt of guilt shoot down his spine and quickly curl into his gut as he observes the stricken look on his boyfriend's face.

"But Blaine, you promised," Kurt murmurs, all traces of his usual sass and spitfire nowhere to be seen. His usually rosy pink cheeks are lacking the healthy hue and are instead lightly tinted with a sickly shade of green that only an epic flu like this one can cause.

Kurt is sitting on the edge of the exam table, looking like he would have bolted already if he had the strength to stand on his own and the look of utter betrayal on his face is enough to make Blaine feel downright criminal. He knows he shouldn't have promised something he has no control over but at the time, he'd told himself it was alright since it was part of keeping another promise. The one he'd made to Burt Hummel at the airport less than three months ago that he would take care of his son - no matter what. And apparently no matter what means lying to Kurt in order to get him to the campus health clinic.

"I'm sorry babe," Blaine murmurs from his spot on the chair opposite the exam table. " didn't know they would have to..." he trails off, fiddling a little with the bowl in his hands - the bowl he's brought from home ni case Kurt hurled again like he's been doing continuously for the past 24 hours. "Do you really have to?" He asks the doctor who has been kind enough to let Blaine accompany his boyfriend in for the exam. "He's afraid of needles."

The doctor turns to Blaine with a sympathetic look on his face. "It really is in Kurt's best interest," he says as if Blaine is the parent and Kurt is the child. "If we don't get his fever down, I'm going to have to send him to the hospital."

"No!" Kurt croaks, managing to at least sound emphatic about that through his misery. "I'm okay. I'm fine." He starts to try and stand but ends up feeling woozy.

"Babe, don't!" Blaine gets up from his chair and comes over to slip an arm around Kurt's waist. His hand ends up gliding against the thin stripe of warm skin where Kurt's t-shirt has ridden up a little in the back. It's actually one of Blaine's old Dalton tees and he happens to find Kurt extra adorable when he wears his clothes. He can tell Kurt is still burning up no matter how much he tries to insist that he's fine.

"Blaine," Kurt's voice cracks pathetically as he leans his head over to rest it on his boyfriend's shoulder. "I don't want to go to the hospital."

And even though Blaine can no longer see his face, he knows there are tears pooling in Kurt's usually bright blue eyes. "I know, sweetheart," he tries to soothe, gently rubbing Kurt's hip in a comforting manner as the doctor unlocks a cabinet full of supplies.

"Please don't let him make me go," Kurt softly cries, weakly clinging to the man he loves and feeling so, so out of control of the situation. And if there is one thing Kurt Hummel hates above all else, it's being out of control.

[i hope this is good so far?]