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[jacobsorbust.livejournal.com]

[ Has a fever, doing homework. ] M'fine.

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[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[Burt totally let her in.] You sure? I could get you some soup and orange juice.

[jacobsorbust.livejournal.com]

[ He's ignoring the fact that he can't concentrate on her, or the way the words on the page are all blurring together. ] Seeing as I am perfectly fine...

[adrenalinelead.livejournal.com]

Right. Because working yourself to exhaustion will so be good for your voice.

[jacobsorbust.livejournal.com]

[ He closes his eyes, trying to ignore the way his temple is throbbing, and he swallows thickly. He doesn't get sick. ] I'm not working myself to exhaustion. I'm fine.

[adrenalinelead.livejournal.com]

Fine. But I brought Chicago and Cabaret and soup. [Holds up the bag.] See. Tempting right?

[jacobsorbust.livejournal.com]

[ Dammit. Kurt looks over at him, and that is so tempting. ] You make it very difficult to hate you, sometimes, Jesse St. James.

[newestoutsider.livejournal.com]

You sure?

[jacobsorbust.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [ He swallows thickly, and no. No, the words are blending together on the page. He's not imagining it. ] Perfectly sure.

[newestoutsider.livejournal.com]

[Teddy's just going to frown now, before leaning over the desk and placing his hand against his head]

Dude! Your burning up!

[jacobsorbust.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, wow. The touch on his head is a little cool, and his eyes slip shut. That feels nice. ] It's just a little stuffy in here.

[warbler-on.livejournal.com]

[Nick puts a hand to his forehead and tsks him.] No you're not. Come here. Time for bed.

[jacobsorbust.livejournal.com]

[ Nick's hand feels great against his skin, and he closes his eyes for a moment, taking comfort in it. But he's opening them seconds later, putting pen to paper, and ignoring the way he can't write straight. ] I've got two more paragraphs...

[warbler-on.livejournal.com]

And they can wait until morning. [Well, since Kurt's being stubborn, Nick will just pick him up into his arms.]

[jacobsorbust.livejournal.com]

[ He makes a sound of protest, but the moment he's in Nick's arms. Well. He's wrapping his own around him, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. Being moved just highlights how dizzy he is. ] It's just a little warm in here.

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[Burt totally let her in.] You sure? I could get you some soup and orange juice.

[jacobsorbust.livejournal.com]

[ He's ignoring the fact that he can't concentrate on her, or the way the words on the page are all blurring together. ] Seeing as I am perfectly fine...

[adrenalinelead.livejournal.com]

Right. Because working yourself to exhaustion will so be good for your voice.

[jacobsorbust.livejournal.com]

[ He closes his eyes, trying to ignore the way his temple is throbbing, and he swallows thickly. He doesn't get sick. ] I'm not working myself to exhaustion. I'm fine.

[adrenalinelead.livejournal.com]

Fine. But I brought Chicago and Cabaret and soup. [Holds up the bag.] See. Tempting right?

[newestoutsider.livejournal.com]

You sure?

[jacobsorbust.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [ He swallows thickly, and no. No, the words are blending together on the page. He's not imagining it. ] Perfectly sure.

[newestoutsider.livejournal.com]

[Teddy's just going to frown now, before leaning over the desk and placing his hand against his head]

Dude! Your burning up!

[warbler-on.livejournal.com]

[Nick puts a hand to his forehead and tsks him.] No you're not. Come here. Time for bed.

[jacobsorbust.livejournal.com]

[ Nick's hand feels great against his skin, and he closes his eyes for a moment, taking comfort in it. But he's opening them seconds later, putting pen to paper, and ignoring the way he can't write straight. ] I've got two more paragraphs...

[warbler-on.livejournal.com]

And they can wait until morning. [Well, since Kurt's being stubborn, Nick will just pick him up into his arms.]