Based off a goofy text post I saw on Tumblr.

"Can you take a deep breath for me?"

Kurt complied, feeling a little silly. Blaine had insisted on giving him a home check-up after he complained of a sore throat and a stuffy nose, so he was sitting on the couch next to Blaine as he put him through his paces.

"I thought I talked you out of being a doctor," he joked, breaking into a hacking cough afterward.

"I'm just making sure we don't need to take you to a professional," Blaine said, voice light but eyes full of concern. "That cough really doesn't sound good."

"It doesn't particularly feel good, either," Kurt muttered, giving one last weak cough. "God, did this really need to happen right before finals week?"

"Can you open your mouth and say ahh?" Blaine asked, ignoring Kurt's (admittedly rhetorical) question. "I wanna make sure you don't have anything coating your throat."

"Ahh," Kurt said. "You know, I think most doctors don't use the flash on their iPhones as their light source."

"Shh," Blaine said, giving Kurt a teasing glare. "Resting your voice will help you get better faster."

"Uh huh," Kurt said, skeptical. "That's totally the reason you want me to stop talki- ack! Blaine!" He started laughing amidst his coughs as Blaine ran his fingers over Kurt's ticklish sides. "Stoooop!"

"Are you gonna listen to my advice now?" Blaine said, stopping his tickles when Kurt nodded. "Good, because I have my official diagnosis."

"Am I going to live, doctor?" Kurt asked, batting his eyelashes melodramatically.

"I think you have a severe case of Being-A-Total-Cutie-itis, with a minor cold on the side," Blaine said solemnly, though Kurt noticed his eyes sparkling with glee.

"Oh really," Kurt said drily. "Can you prescribe me anything?"

"For the cold, I recommend chicken soup and Sudafed," Blaine said, putting a hand on Kurt's knee. "Your other condition can only be mitigated by a lot of kisses."

"Will you provide those, doctor? I can only trust a trained medical professional to give me such a delicate prescription," Kurt said, deciding to just play along with Blaine's ridiculous diagnosis. His fiance was weird, but it was a cute kind of weird.

"Gladly," Blaine said, leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to Kurt's lips. "You'll need one of these multiple times a day to stay healthy."

"Such a hardship," Kurt teased. "Is there any way I can thank you for helping me out?

"You might have to marry me," Blaine said, grinning. "I'm devoting so much time to your case that it's really only fair."

"Well, if I have to," Kurt said, smiling and twisting his hand so his ring flashed in the light.

"I love you so much," Blaine said, suddenly sincere.

"I love you too." Kurt leaned in for another kiss before hoisting himself up from the couch. "I'm gonna go hop in the shower, see if the steam helps drain my head some."

"I'll heat you some soup and pull up A Cinderella Story on Netflix," Blaine said, pushing himself up as well.

"You're the best."

"I know." Blaine shot Kurt a wink as he walked over to the kitchen and started rustling through the cabinets.

Kurt just shook his head in fond exasperation before hauling off to the shower. Blaine may be a goofball, but he was Kurt's goofball, and that was the most important thing.