Okay so this is a little random, but I've been having a crap few days so the mood is very appropriate. This is quite personal to me so its not the easiest thing in the world to post, but hey. If there are any typos, I wrote this entire thing in the span of about ten minutes on my phone so I'll correct them on my laptop if I find any. Also, everything I've written is out of personal experience so if you see something that you don't necessarily agree with or have experienced yourself, then I'm sorry! Please review :)
People. They were everywhere. No air. Lack of oxygen. I can't escape. I need to escape. I push my way through the never ending stream of people, letting out a long breath when I finally make my way through.
I lean against the wall, trying frantically and desperately to catch my breath. I close my eyes. Breathe in, and out. Slowly. Deeply.
"Blaine?"
I hear a familiar voice call my name in concern, but I can't bring myself to open my eyes; to acknowledge him.
"Baby? Look at me,"
Slowly, I open my eyes, but my vision is quickly blurred with tears. My heart is pounding in my chest like a wild animal trying to escape its cage. I feel dizzy.
"Get the nurse," the voice says next, reaching down to hold my sweaty, shaking hand.
A soft kiss is pressed to the side of my head. Safety. Comfort.
"Panic attack," I choke out quietly.
"Its okay," he says. "You're okay."
It feels like a century has passed when I feel gentle arms wrapping around me, carefully guiding me away from the wall.
"Sit down, sweetheart," an unfamiliar female voice says, causing my heart to jump in my chest.
I hear quiet murmurings around me. Panic attack. I'm not sure. I had no idea. Okay.
"Baby," he says softly, placing a gentle hand on my back. "Here, drink this."
I open my eyes. My hand clutches weakly at the plastic cup full of water being handed to me. I take slow sips, struggling to swallow.
I feel my jacket being gently removed from my body, the cold air that hits me an instant relief. I blink my eyes open again, concerned blue eyes staring back at me softly.
"Kurt," I breathe, still trying to catch my breath but feeling much more aware.
"I'm right here," he replies softly, reaching out to cup my cheek, his thumb gently brushing back and forth over the warm skin.
"I'm sorry," I hear myself say, a tear rolling down my cheek.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," he assures me, leaning forward to kiss my forehead before wiping my tears away.
I lean my head against his shoulder for a few minutes, closing my eyes as the fear slowly washes out of my body.
"Feeling better?" He asks softly as I sit back up.
I nod timidly, grateful for the reassuring hand still placed gently on my back.
"I should've told you," I say regretfully, looking up at him sadly.
"It doesn't matter, okay?" He says truthfully. "I know now, that's all that's important."
"I love you,"
"I love you too," he replies, wrapping me up in a hug.
Safe.