Kurt glanced over at the clock. 2:00. It was only 2:00. They still had hours before the morning sirens, and Kurt chewed on his lip anxiously. He reached down to run Blaine's arms where they were wrapped around his waist.

Blaine hadn't slept at all, had he?

"Blaine," Kurt whispered. "I'm feeling a bit better. I'm going to make you something to eat and drink, okay?" He felt bad about lying, but he needed to get out of bed. There was no way he could go back to sleep, not now.