"Daddy! It's Christmas! Get up! Wake up!"  Kurt laughed as he watched his son jump up  and down on top of his husband, "Come on!"

Blaine groaned and rolled over, blinking blearily up at his son and opened his mouth to speak only to have to cover his mouth to hide the deep, scratchy cough that erupted out of his lungs.

"Woah, okay." Kurt's eyes widened as he noticed how pale his husband's face was, "Come on, Hep. Why don't you go downstairs and open up your stocking?"

"Okay Papa!" The boy grinned and patted Blaine's head before jumping down and out of the room.

"You ok, honey?" Kurt smiled as he fell slowly onto the bed.

"What? Yeah." Another cough, "I'm fine. What makes you think I wouldn't be? It's Christmas!"

"Well, you're white as a ghost and that cough sounds terrible."

"What cough?"

"Come on, Blaine. You don't have to be a genius to tell how sick you are."

Blaine groaned and leaned backwards, dropping his head into his pillow.

Kurt shook his head and turned around to walk out of the room.

He came back 10 minutes later to find Blaine missing.

"Blaine?" Kurt called out, moving into their bathroom when he heard his husband.

He gasped when he saw the raven-haired man leaned over the toilet, his body shaking.

"Honey," Kurt sighed, walking forwards to place a hand on Blaine's back and pull him into his arms.

Blaine whimpered as he nuzzled his head into Kurt's chest, still shaking slightly, "I feel like shit, Kurt."

Kurt chuckled as he tightened his arms around his husband's suddenly fragile and delicate body.

"Come on, let's get you into bed." Kurt frowned when Blaine shook his head and groaned, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist.

Kurt rolled his eyes and leaned down to slip one arm under Blaine's legs and one under his neck, lifting the man up and placing him gently into the bed and pulling the duvet covers up to his chin

He pressed a kiss to Blaine's forehead and placed a bowl on the night stand next to their bed, "There's a bowl here if you need to be sick again."

And then he left to go find his son.

"Hep?"

"Yes, papa?"

"What'd Santa get you in your stocking?"

The boy grinned and ran up to grab his dad's hand and pull him to his pile of presents.

-_-_-

"Well, you did well, hey? And you haven't even opened your presents yet!"

"Yep, only my stocking." Hepburn grinned, "Where's Daddy?"

"Oh, Hep. Daddy's not feeling too well. So I was thinking that we should go get him a nice cup of coffee and let him open his presents first, yeah?"

"Yes!" The boy fist bumped the air.

-_-_-

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Hepburn sang as he bounded up the stairs, carrying a bag of presents in his hand.

"Shh, Hep. He might be sleeping."

"Oh." The boy pouted before walking carefully, edging along the wall and placing a finger against his lips.

Kurt shook his head and laughed quietly, pushing open his bedroom door and placing the cup of coffee on their night stand.

"Daddy." Hepburn whispered, cupping his hands over his mouth, "Daddy get up."

Blaine smiled up at his son, touching his face before bringing the hand back to cover his mouth as he coughed.

Hepburn frowned, "You're sick."

Blaine laughed, "Just a little bit. It doesn't matter though."

"We got you presents!" The boy handed the bag of presents over to his dad with a big smile on his face.

"Aw, thanks buddy." Blaine grinned as he pulled the bag towards him.

"Open mine first!"

"Okay, okay." Blaine laughed as a small box wrapped in gold paper was pressed into his hands.

Hmm, I'm sorry. I'm not terribly fond of Sick!Blaine or Kurt but I thought I'd give it a try anyway.

I don't think I did it very well though... it's definitely one of my least favourites.

This was my last request on my list so theres 3 chapters left if anyone has any prompts for me :)