So You Think You Can Dance is starting soon.

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    Blaine leaned down to kiss Jeff’s forehead. “Feeling any better?”

    Jeff shook his head, closing his eyes again..

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      “Morning, sleepy head,” Blaine whispered.

      “Hi,” Jeff mumbled.

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         Blaine watched Jeff sleep, tracing shapes into his husband’s arm.

        After a few hours, Jeff woke up, groaning. 

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          Blaine nodded. “Try to sleep, baby.”

          Jeff nodded, making himself sleep.

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            Blaine reached forward and got the bottle, taking two out and handing them to Jeff.

            “Thank you,” Jeff said after popping the pills.

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              Blaine frowned at that. “Did you take anything?”

              “The Advil is too far away,” Jeff said, shaking his head.

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                “Why not?” Blaine asked.

                “My brain is pummeling my skull,” Jeff mumbled. 

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                  “Sleep,” Blaine whispered. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

                  “I can’t,” Jeff muttered.

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                    “I love you,” Blaine whispered, tracing a finger over Jeff’s side.

                    “I love you too,” Jeff said, closing his eyes again.