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Kurt didn’t take the time to knock on the door and simply made his way into Ram’s house. The two had been friends since kindergarten, they were practically family, well aside from the fact that Kurt was hopelessly in love with him. Ram had called this morning asking Kurt to tell Coach he was sick, so Kurt figured he would bring over some soup from the local overly priced cafe. Ram’s parents were out of town for the week so Ram was all alone, which was another reason Kurt figured he should come over.
Kurt stopped by the kitchen, leaving the soup for later before headed up to Ram’s room. He took a moment to take in the scene, the dark room, Ram’s huddled form under the blankets, the smell of medicine in the air. Kurt approached the bed, on the nightstand was a half empty bottle on Nyquil, great he had already drugged himself, that saved Kurt from trying to force it down him.
“Hey dude, it’s me, there’s soup in the kitchen when you wake up.” Kurt softly rubbed where he assumed Ram’s shoulder was, but as he was turning away he felt a tightness around his waist and before he knew it he was engulfed by the bed. How could he have forgotten, a sick, drugged Ram is a cuddly Ram.
“Stay~” Ram’s sleepy and coarse voice sounded from under the blankets. There was no use trying to fight it, as if Kurt wanted to fight it, Ram was far stronger than Kurt and could easily hold or pin him down.It was this reason why everyone around Ram always caught whatever illness he caught. Ram was almost unbearably clingy when sick.
Kurt shifted, slipping his shoes off and getting under the covers, if he was stuck he might as well get comfortable. Ram nuzzled into him. Kurt could hear his stuffy breathing and felt bad. Ram was a tough guy, and he didn’t get sick often, but when he did, it was always the worst. Ram laid his head on Kurt’s chest, coughing all over him.
“You good bud?” Kurt wrapped his arms around Ram, holding him. Last time Ram got sick he ended up needing to go to the hospital because he had pneumonia. Ram hated how much everyone babied him, but he let Kurt do it when they were alone, one of the small joys Kurt could take from Ram being sick, well that and getting free cuddles.
“It huuuurrrrrtttssss. I can’t stop coughing and my throat burns.” A soft whimper sounded from the sick body atop Kurt. Kurt smiled softly to himself, it wasn’t everyday he got to see this side of Ram, it was nice to see a less serious asshole side of him.
“I know, do you need more Nyquil? When did you last take it?” Rubbing Ram’s head Kurt picked up the bottle of Nyquil, checking the instructions.
“No… no more of that crap. It’s nasty.”
“I know, I know, but you need to take some to feel better, trust me it’ll help.” Ram looked up at him with a pout, pleading with his eyes to not take anymore medicine. “Please? Can’t you take it, for me?”
“Fiiiiinnneee.” Ram sat up and took a swig straight from the bottle, gagging at the taste. He looked at Kurt with betrayal, as if Kurt was the reason he was sick to begin with.
“I know you don’t like it but it will help.”
Ram buried his face in Kurt’s chest, muffling his voice. “It’d help if you just kissed me already…”
“What?!” Kurt froze, did he hear that right? Why would Ram want to kiss? It’s not like Kurt was opposed to the idea, even with Ram being sick, but why would Ram ask something like that. “Can you repeat that buddy, I couldn’t quite hear you.”
“nothing…” Kurt sighed, whatever he thought Ram said, it was pointless, Ram always pouted like a child after being forced to take medicine, but just in case… Kurt leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Ram’s forehead.
“That better bud?” Ram hummed and nuzzled deeper into Ram’s chest. He didn’t seem to mind the kiss.
Kurt sat silently. At least this time things seemed less serious than last time. Kurt was still terrified after how close they genuinely came to losing him last time. He wasn’t sure what he’d do without Ram. They’d been each other’s rock for years. It was part of why Kurt refused to confess to Ram, he was scared of losing his best friend.
“Another one…” Ram looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. How did such a big guy manage to be so cute and pitiful when sick?
“Ah… what do you say…?”
“Please…?”
“That’s better.” Kurt leaned down and kissed Ram on the nose, causing the other to giggle and bury their face in his chest again. This was the first time Ram had ever asked for kisses when sick. Sure they’d drunkenly kissed when dared to, but clingy Ram had never been kissy before. “What’s with the sudden obsession with kisses buddy?”
“Kisses make me feel better… They make the boo boos go away…”
“Hmm… since when? You’ve never asked for kisses before.”
“Well I didn’t like you before.”
“Oh? And you do now?”
“Yeah… I kinda like you.” Ram’s voice was soft and Kurt could just barely glimpse the top of his ears turning red.
“Oh yeah… Like me how.” Kurt’s heart was pounding, he knew he should just let Ram sleep, but if Ram meant it how Kurt hoped…
“I like you in the way I wanna kiss you and… and…” Ram nuzzled into Kurt, refusing to go on.
“Well… anytime you want a kiss, just ask okay?”
“Okay…”