Kurt hated being ill. He preferred taking care of people who were ill, he liked being helpful and being able to do everything. To be honest, he’d probably have been at the rehearsal right this second if it wasn’t for the fact his voice was barely louder than a whisper with the occasional squeak added in and he felt so lethargic that throwing himself into the choreography would have exhausted him quicker than usual. He also hated being ill because it was the only time his appearance wasn’t the top of his priorities. He’d woken up that morning, crawled out of bed and into the shower, glaring at his room mate in the process who was heading towards their shared bathroom at exactly the same time - thankfully he’d learnt not to mess with Kurt in the mornings - and returned putting on a fresh set of old pyjama bottoms and a simple t-shirt to crawl back into bed to sleep a little longer. If he had anyone coming over even just to pick up some notes and not even step into the room, he would normally tidy up both sides to an acceptable level yet as he glanced around the room he couldn’t bring himself to tidy up the state of his room mate’s side and just kicked a few things which were out of place on his own to a more acceptable area.

After lazily making his bed he sat back down on it, clicking play on his laptop and letting the remaining few minutes of the movie he’d been half watching play as he watched the clock aimlessly. It was pathetic how excited he was to see the musician. It was pathetic how much he wanted to see him. Shaking his head at his own distaste, he pulled on a pair of socks and looked over to the bed side table begrudgingly. Another thing he hated about being ill was antibiotics. Unfortunately, Kurt happened to be allergic to quite a few of them and the only one that somewhat worked tasted so foul he was constantly tempted to not take it and just fight it off by himself. Yet he was smart enough to know the implications of these desired actions, having paid enough attention during his advanced biology classes in the past. Swallowing the two capsules quickly with an excess amount of water, Kurt looked to the door at the sharp rasp and muted the laptop before pushing himself off the bed and across the devastation that was his room mate’s side of the room towards the door. He plastered a smile on his face, taking a deep breath before opening it, feeling his cheeks twitch into a more genuine smile as he saw the musician there. “Hey, come on in. Please excuse the incompetence of my room mate, I’ve given up cleaning up after him.” Kurt croaked out, wandering through the decent sized room again and perching on his bed.

Blaine lazily sprawled himself across the couch in his dorm room in front of the smaller sized television that was playing an old episode of House. He had been watching TNT’s marathon of his favorite show all day long, which meant ten episodes and ten hours of nothing but House, Wilson, Cuddy, Chase, Foreman, and Thirteen. His appearance was something he wasn’t exactly the most proud of at the moment, but he hadn’t needed to really dress-up for anything since his last couple classes the previous day so he was simply hanging out in a pair of longer basketball shorts from the amazing Ohio State University and a long sleeve Maroon 5 tour t-shirt. Not the most attractive thing ever, he’d be the first to admit it, but hell, the only person he’d seen all day was his roommate he just walked in, shook his head at him, and left to go do something far more interesting then watch hours on end of television. It didn’t help that he hadn’t shaved recently, or fixed his now wildly curly short hair in the past, who knows how many hours. Blaine pried himself from the overstuffed couch and moved over to turn off the television set, stretching his arms out afterwards once the the screen had changed to black. He managed to make his way into the bathroom and take a quick shower; when he climbed back out he pulled on a simple white v-neck shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans, his favorite white and light gray striped hoodie, and a matching light gray set of Ralph Lauren shoes. Blaine brushed his teeth and shaved the small amount of stubble that had occupied the lower half of his face. Fixing his hair to it’s normal lightly gelled state, he combed his fingers through it until he was satisfied with his appearance.

Blaine left his room a moment later, making sure to remember to grab two coffees from his favorite cafe around the corner before he headed for Kurt’s room. He felt…nervous, was it? No…excited…yes, excited was an allowable emotion for him to feel at that moment, because their was a number of other things that he didn’t want to address just yet. The biggest one, and most daunting one at that, would probably be fear. Since the last time he had been with Kurt, which also happened to be the first time, he felt this overwhelming cloud of emotions hover over him at the mere thought of the man. He didn’t know what was going on, but what he did know was that he wanted to see him again, and the sooner the better…no matter how hesitant he felt. Once he arrived at the cafe he picked up two coffees that were left on the counter for him before he left to head back towards the dorms. Thankfully it didn’t take him that long to arrive at Kurt’s dorm room as he stacked the coffees gracefully on top of another in one hand and knocked on the door with the other. He took a small step back and slipped his free hand into his jeans pocket as he waited for a response. As soon as he saw Kurt’s face he felt his own expression brighten an incredible amount as he smiled lightly in return, “Hey…” he breathed, waiting a moment to process everything else that he had said. Blaine mentally shook his head and took a couple steps into the room, laughing a little at his comment, “No worries, it’s not even close to as bad as my own room.” He slipped his free hand out of his jeans pocket and rubbed the back of his neck gently as he glanced over at Kurt who had climbed into bed. “Um, I brought you coffee,” he managed to get out as he closed the gap between himself and the actor’s bed, handing the top cup to him as he continued to stand next to his mattress in an almost awkward manner.