No warnings for this one, just enjoy the fluff! Prompt word was "evening."

Kurt woke up to the feeling of someone gently shaking his shoulder and calling his name.

"Kurt. Kurt, baby. Wake up," and oh, that was Blaine's voice, wasn't it?

"Blaine?" Kurt mumbled, a little discombobulated. "Whas hap'nin? Do we - oh my God, we had plans tonight!" He sat bolt upright on their bed, noticing that he was fully dressed up top but somehow only halfway into his skinny jeans and missing a sock.

"And now our plans have changed," Blaine said simply. "You're clearly still too sick to go see the tree lighting if you're napping at six pm, babe."

"I'm not sick," Kurt said before barking out a truly painful cough. He felt himself slump down the headboard as he regained his breath.

"Uh huh," Blaine said with a smirk. "And what was that, exactly? A new vocal warmup?"

"You're not nearly as funny as you think you are," Kurt said, glaring.

"Would hearing that I've already called for a pizza and queued up White Christmas on Netflix make it up to you?"

"Did you get-"

"Extra cheese and green peppers? Yes. Also an order of cheesy bread."

"I love you so much," Kurt said, making grabby hands in Blaine's general direction. When Blaine sat next to him on the bed, he pulled him in for a hug, stifling another cough into the shoulder of Blaine's sweater.

"And I love you enough to pretend you didn't just get mucus and germs all over me," Blaine teased, dodging Kurt's swat at his arm. "Now, grab your comfiest sweats and come join me on the couch. I can't watch Danny Kaye and Vera-Ellen's shenaniganry alone, can I?"

"God forbid," Kurt said, unable to keep a straight face as he rolled his eyes. "Hey. Thanks for keeping me from catching my death out there. B."

"One of us has to admit when you're sick, and it's clearly not going to be you," Blaine said, smiling warmly. "I can't have you dying on me before we've made it legal, you know. How can I be a wealthy widower without being married?"

"You expect to be wealthy after I die? Honey, we're living in the smallest loft in Manhattan right now," Kurt pointed out.

"Which is why you can't die until we've hit the big time," Blaine joked. "How else will I keep my boy toys interested?"

"Oh, I see how it is," Kurt said. "You're just practicing for the days when you can buy caviar and private performances by giving me pizza and Netflix."

"You caught me," Blaine said, mock-swooning onto Kurt's shoulder.

"And I'm keeping you," Kurt said, tightening his arms around Blaine's waist. "Once I get my germs all over you, you won't be able to leave me."

"Like I ever would," Blaine said, leaning up for a quick kiss.