A/N: I will admit it. I am utterly, madly, wholeheartedly in love with Klaine and Santitanny. This is Klaine-centric though.

Kurt shook Blaine's shoulder for what he thought was the fifth time in an hour. To be fair, It was the fifth time in an hour.

"Blaine?" Kurt's smooth voice was gentle and questioning.

"Oh, sorry..." Blaine's voice was out of focus and showed a hint of croakiness.

"Blaine, are you okay?" Kurt looked at Blaine, who just nodded and looked at his hands. Kurt disagreed, "That was a rhetorical question, B, I know you're not okay." Kurt was still looking at Blaine, who now looked up at him with a little bit of shock in his eyes.

"I can stay until the end of school, Kurt." Blaine's voice was tired; it was missing it's usual flair.

"You sure?" Kurt was uneasy - if Blaine wasn't well, he should be at home, asleep.

Blaine just nodded.

"C'mon then, after Glee, you'll only have periods five and six to go."

"Mmoonnaaii..." Blaine's voice was undeniably muffled and, to be brutally honest, quite funny to hear, thus why Kurt giggled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." Kurt's eyebrows were raised in amusment.

Blaine groaned, "Don't wanna sing..." His voice was almost a whine, and it made Kurt's facial expression soften pretty much immediately.

"Okay, I'll make excuses if you're asked to sing." Kurt put a hand on Blaine's shoulder and began to absent-mindedly stroke him with his thumb.

Blaine gave a slightly pained grunt and moved closer to Kurt. Kurt gave a little sympathetic moan and asked Blaine if he was sure he wanted to stay at school. Blaine, of course, nodded.

Once the oh-so-bonebreaking journey to the choir room had been finished, it became clear to Blaine just how obvious the fact that he was ill was.

Puck's voice yelled out from somewhere at the back of the room, "Dude, you look like hell!"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "While I agree, I marvel at your inability to think up anything less generic."

Puck frowned, "Hey, chill out, this isn't an English class!"

Quinn chose this point to break in, "Puck, could you be any more stupid? Blaine is pretty much clinging to Kurt to stay standing - stop delaying their sitting down time!"

Kurt looked towards the blonde with an expression of gratefulness before hustling himself and Blaine seats somewhere near to Finn and Rachel. Kurt winced in empathy as he watched Blaine whimper as he dropped into his seat.

"You sure you wanna do this?"

Blaine nodded and waited for Kurt to sit down before nuzzling into his shoulder.

"Is there a reason why you don't want to go home?" Kurt enquired.

Blaine shook his head; the sensation of it against Kurt's shoulder felt suprisingly nice.

"Can you look me in the eye and say that?"

Another shake from Blaine.

"Okay, why don't you want to go?"

Blaine opened his mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by Mr. Schuester's energetic burst into the room.

"Okay! So-" It was Mr. Schuester's turn to be interrupted by Kurt.

"Mr. Schue, could I have a word?"

"Sure."

Kurt ushered Mr. Schuester to a corner of the room, wading through the tension of the nervous silence. The only sounds to be heard were of Santana and Brittany making out, which, to be honest, was something that everyone had heard at one point or another.

"Guys, talk about something, we're in a corner for a reason!"

The speech started with a murmur from Rachel and a whisper from Quinn before it escalated into a spread of whispers, slowly escalating into a spread of teenage chatter. It came from everyone except Blaine, who sat there in a slouched position, hugging himself and shivering, only responding to the occaisional touch on the shoulder from Rachel or worried tap from Rory.

"Mr. Schue, I'm sure you've gathered that Blaine's not feeling well. Could you let Finn or Puck stand in for him today?"

Mr. Schue frowned before smiling and patting Kurt on the shoulder, "Sure, Kurt. I'm gonna assume for your sake, that you've tried to get him home."

Kurt nodded before thanking Mr. Schue and walking, head held high, back to his seat. He put a comforting hand on Blaine's back, running a slow and careful hand down his spine and helping him sit up. It helped that Mr. Schue was letting the chatter run on a little bit; it gave Kurt enough time to ask Blaine if he was okay, if he was sure he wanted to stay - all that stuff that's necesarry but annoying. Then, out of nowhere, a wild Santana's voice appeared.

"Hey, Virgin,"

Finn, Rachel, Kurt and Blaine all looked up simultaneously.

Santana sighed, "The pale virgin."

Finn and Kurt stayed looking up.

Santana made a tiny grunt of frustration, "Hudson, are you stupid or something-"

Finn opened his mouth to object but was cut off by Santana's continuation.

"I'ma take that mouth opening as a yes. Anyway, you're not even a virgin, Chubbs. I meant your brother."

"Yes, Santana?"

"Keep control of your hobbit. Take him home before we all get the plague or whatever he has."

Britanny chose that very moment to break in.

"Do all teachers have the plague? They all have them on their desks..."

Kurt allowed his face to screw up in exasperation as Santana giggled wildly.

"Britt, that's a plaque."

Santana giggled even more when Britney made some sort of obscure, misinformed reference to dentistry.

"Baby, you have no idea how much I love you," Santana dropped her head onto her girlfriend's shoulder and snuggled up to her.

"Do you love Lord Tubbington too? He says he wants a threesome."

Somewhere across the room, Rory raised a disturbed eyebrow and Mr. Schue wished that he'd started the lesson a little sooner.

"Yeah, I love Lord Tubbington,"

Brittany's face lit up and Mr. Schue started the lesson.

"Okay! So, I was thinking, I always assign you to sing songs of a type, and you always choose the song. I decided to try something a little different. I'm assigning you all songs based on what I think is going to be the most interesting in accordance with your voice."

There was a murmur of confused objection throughout the room.

"Blaine and Mercedes, you two are going to be singing 'Go Google It.'"

Artie was the only person who'd heard of it and he just suppressed hysterical laughter at the thought of Blaine singing it. Blaine, as should be clear, was not having a good day. At all.

"Quinn, you'll be singing 'Daughter of Evil."

"Rory, you'll be singing Servant of Evil with Quinn on the backup.'"

"Rachel, 'Last Night, Good Night.'"

"Santana and Brittany, Circle you, Circle you. Brittany as Miku, Santana as Luka. Oh, Santana, see me after."

"Finn, Then She Found Out I was-"

Blaine leant over to Kurt and whispered to him, panicked. "K, I think I'm gonna be sick..."

Kurt's eyes widened and his hand shot up as Blaine clamped a clammy hand over his mouth and suppressed several gags. Santana gave a disgusted look and turned her face towards Brittany.

"Kurt, Rotten G-. Kurt?"

"Blaine's going to be sick."

Mr. Schue's expression was a mix of squeamishness and sympathy and, although he'd rather avoid it, it was a situation that he had to deal with.

"Can you make it to the Nurse's office, Blaine?"

Blaine shook his head, trying not to cry, throw up, or both. The rest of the room, save Kurt and Puck, (the latter of whom watched people throw up on youtube like, all the time) averted their visions. Some, like Rachel, buried their heads in their lover's shoulders and others, like Mike, discreetly dropped their heads to the floor or became incredibly interested in Rachel's kitten-printed sweater. No really, she could feel those kittens become terrified under the eye pressure of everyone in the room. Brittany even poked one of them. Apparently, it was Lord Tubbington and she was trying to get rid of his conjunctivitis, because that's when you need to help someone move a joint and then everything is fine.

Mr. Schuester shook his head at them all and ushered Blaine to the trashcan, nodding in approval when Kurt stood up with his boyfriend and kept one hand on Blaine's shoulder while the other held a bottle of water.

Once Blaine reached the trashcan, he didn't know what had hit him, all he was conscious of was a hand on his back, the stomach pain, and the fact that it was horrible for everyone to watch, not just him to feel.

"Sorry." Was all that Blaine could choke out once he was done, and that was answered by Kurt shushing him, handing him the water bottle, and telling him that it would help when all that he did was turn it over and over in his shaking hands.

"Dude, that was epic!" Puck had no tact. Or shame. Kurt looked at him questioningly.

"Really, Puckerman? That's all you have to say?"

"It's true, don't you ever-"

He was cut off halfway through. "No, I don't. Excuse me now, I'm taking Blaine to the Nurse's office."

Kurt looked to Mr. Schue for approval and, of course, that was what he got.

As Kurt walked out of the hallway slowly, comforting Blaine like he just knew that headstrong 'I-suffer-in-silence-until-I-have-a-breakdown Blaine' needed the comfort that he was getting. Kurt murmured into Blaine's ear in a slow, soft voice.

"We're gonna get you home, Baby, you'll be home soon."

And that was when Blaine began to cry.

A/N: I think this is the 100th Klaine fanfic. I think.