"What's wrong with you?" Finn asked, dumping his duffel bag on the small twin bed. His (sort of mostly) brother was flopped on the other, face down in hotel room blanket.

The fact that Kurt had a mouthful of possibly not very clean polyester and wasn't bitching was Finn's first clue that something wasn't right. The second clue had been Kurt sitting quietly with Matt on the bus ride back from the recital instead of in the back with Puck, celebrating their victory like everyone else (or, at least like the other couples. And Brittany and Santana, which was kind of weird)

Kurt lifted his head, staring up at Finn, his mouth pressed into a tight line.

Finn blinked.

Kurt sighed and rolled over.

"Dude. Seriously." He reached over, lifting a limp arm and letting it flop back down.

"I just don't feel good." Kurt muttered, tucking his arm out of Finn's reach.

Finn resisted the urge to check Kurt's temperature by feeling his forehead. The smaller boy really didn't like being touched unexpectedly and he had a feeling he'd used up his 'unexpected touches' already.

But Kurt was acting strange. And not panic attack strange, which was strange enough. They had just won the recital...even though technically there weren't any winners, it was obvious that they had showed up the other groups, and would totally beat them at sectionals...and that was entirely not the point. Finn wished his brain would shut up sometimes.

The point was everyone was jazzed up and putting together a mini party on the rooftop patio, and Kurt should be happy, and groping Puck...not that he wanted his brother and Puck groping each other. Instead Kurt was staring at the wall, looking like someone had run over his cat. Or ruined his shirt.

"Do you need aspirin or something? Should I get Mr. Schue" Finn stepped in front of Kurt before sitting down, and slowly reached out to touch Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt recoiled. "I'm fine."

Which was Kurt speak for 'I'm totally not fine.' Finn had gotten pretty good at decoding his brother's language.

"Is it a panic attack? Do you want Puck? I can check as see if you have Ballad."

Ballad, of course, was the purple duck that Brittany had given Kurt, and Kurt refused to admit he sometimes hugged when he wasn't feeling good.

Kurt glowered. "I did not bring that stupid duck. and I told you. I'm. Fine."

"You're not fine!" Finn replied, maybe shouting, just a little bit. But that was 2 "fine"s in less than 5 minutes.

"Will you calm down!" Kurt answered (totally shrieked) back. "I'm not having a panic attack! But I will if you keep screeching like that, you demented howler monkey!"

Finn stopped and blinked again.

Kurt sighed, picking at the headboard's chipped laminate. "Sorry. I'm fine. I just forgot to bring my meds, so I'm not feeling good and I have a headache."

The fingers stopped picking. "And if you tell anyone I will rend you limb from limb. Tell them I'm busy with my moisturizing routine."

Finn felt his chest go cold. Kurt forgot his meds? He flashed back to the panic attack that started it all, and the one about the flagpole, and the one that happened when he was at the top of a human pyramid and Coach Sylvester had to personally drag him down.

Oh no. Kurt was going to freak out. He was going to freak out, and they were hours from home, and Burt was going to kill him, because he should have remembered to pack Kurt's meds.

"I'm. Fine." Kurt growled out. "I'll just be a bitch and a drama queen and kind of emo until we get home." the smaller boy stood up and pushed at Finn until they were both in the doorway of the small hotel room. "Go have fun at the party. I'm going to just lie down and listen to Evanescence" Kurt said, swiftly shoving him the extra few inches into the hallway, and hopping back, closing the door in Finn's face and securing the chain.

Finn stared at the door, wondering what to do. Would Kurt be okay? Should he get help?

...and who the hell was Evanescence?