It started out with a headache of all things. Wonderful way to start of his senior year… Kurt leaned heavily against the bank of lockers, pleased to feel the cool metal seeping through his clothes and cooling his warm skin. He closed his burning eyes, pressing the tips of his fingers along his eyebrows, trying in vain to stave off the pounding behind his skull.

"Hey, you." A warm voice greeted. Kurt knew immediately who this voice belonged to. His best friend, and secret crush, Blaine Anderson. Opening his eyes, he saw Blaine's hazel eyes darken with worry as his triangular brows started to pull down, "Are you alright?" He wondered aloud, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Kurt felt as if his hand was sinking though his skin, the pressure mounting until he started to sink down the row of lockers in an attempt to pull away, but he hadn't the strength to move. Instead, he let his limbs give out under him, his body collapsing on the grimy floor. He thought he could hear someone calling out to him, but there was a white noise clouding his hearing, making every sound static in the background of his focus. Kurt blinked his eyes down to the floor, staring in wonder at the complexity of the pattern of the tile. Each individual square was an off-white color, flecks of dove grey and dots of brilliant white spotted the floor. Kurt let his finger trace a pattern through the dirt, watching as the digit made ruts in the layer of film covering the floor. Two tanned hands gripped his and Kurt couldn't help but notice the extreme temperature difference between their touching skin. The once all consuming pounding in his head had diminished into a dull throb, though his hearing hadn't faired any better. Blaine was kneeling beside him, his hands fluttering uselessly around him, upsetting the dust motes in the air. Kurt felt Blaine take his face in his hands, giving his head a shake to try and gain Kurt's attention. He finally let his eyes roll up to see Blaine, staring down at him with panic at the forefront of the emotions he could see in his eyes.

The honey golden beads burst around his onyx pupil and melded into the deep forest green that seemed to layer over a deep, burnt-cinnamon brown. To say that he was stunning would be a gross understatement. It wasn't that he'd never noticed Blaine before. He'd have to be blind to not see him. But with everything in such sharp focus, his beauty was absolutely undeniable. His lips were moving, but Kurt was only able to hear the blood rushing through his ears along with the unexplainable background noise that only he could hear. Kurt tried to say something to him, but he couldn't be sure if his message came out or not. His mouth and tongue worked in unison, and he could feel his vocal chords vibrating, but he wasn't able to hear his voice.

The once dream-like state he was in started to ebb away, bringing with it fear. He had no clue what was going on with him. Not even an inkling as to why whatever was happening to him was occurring.

As if a switch were being flicked, his hearing cut back on. Though the second it happened, Kurt wished he was able to turn it right back off. The second the noise came back on, so did the awful pain behind his eyes, threatening to push his eyeballs from their sockets.

"-me what's wrong!" Blaine's voice rose above all of the other chatter around him. A few students stopped to watch Kurt as if he were some sort of side show attraction while the rest ignored him and went on their way as they usually did.

"Blaine-" Kurt's eyes rolled behind his lids as he promptly passed out.

Kurt couldn't be sure how long he was out, but he started to become aware of the fact that he was no longer in the dingy hallway. There was an uncomfortable, stiff foam mattress underneath him that arched up at his head for support. He shifted slightly hearing the crinkle of the thin paper beneath him. The unnatural stench of antiseptic and cleaner burned his nostrils as he took in a deep breath.

Kurt blinked his eyes open to stare at the ceiling, everything still in absolute clear focus. He moved to sit up, feeling each muscle tense to do the job. Kurt looked down at his arm and clenched his fist, seeing the sinewy muscles roll underneath his stark skin. There was a certain strength that seemed to flow through him that felt foreign.

"Oh, thank god you're up." Kurt let his eyes flicker over to Blaine who had relief painted over his face. He quickly made his way over to him, sitting on the side of the bed, "What the hell happened?" He questioned.

Kurt tried to think back to before he'd gotten to school, but everything from that day before his headache started seemed like a distant memory. He could remember everything else perfectly fine, but just the few hours after he woke up that day until… until whatever happened, happened, was foggy. "I honestly have no idea." He said shakily, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, "How long have I been out?" He asked, looking over at another student lying out on a bed in the school clinic.

"About an hour." Blaine told him just as the bell rang, signaling first block was over, "I was able to get out of my first class to stay here."

"You shouldn't have skipped class just to sit here with me." Kurt admonished, feeling bad that he'd caused Blaine to skip class.

Blaine just shrugged, "It's no big deal. I missed French, and since you're fluent, you can owe me one by tutoring me." He winked cheekily.

Kurt rolled his eyes, starting to feel closer to normal though he was still a little off, "I think I'm going to call my Dad to see if he'll let me come home."

Blaine nodded, "I'll get the nurse to call for you. Just make sure you text or call me later."

"Alright." Kurt started to get up and gather his things, "Thanks for helping me out, Blaine."

Blaine smiled one of his brilliant smiles before heading around the corner to speak to the school nurse. Even in another room, Kurt could still hear his voice clear as day. "Kurt said he should probably go home. I don't know if you need to call his Dad or-"

The nurse cut him off, her high pitched voice grating, "No, dear. He's eighteen so he can sign himself out."

"Okay, I'll let him know." A second later, Blaine returned, "The nurse said you could-"

"Sign myself out." Kurt finished his sentence, "I heard."

Blaine cocked his head to the side, "How could you hear us?"

Kurt just shrugged, heaving his school bag onto his shoulder, "I don't know," He admitted, "I just… I just need to get home." Kurt pressed past Blaine, "I'll call you later." With that, he immediately went to the front desk and signed himself out before going to his car.

He let himself into his empty house, making his way straight to his room. His entire frame was vibrating, his muscles tightening with spasms. Frustrated with what he could not understand, Kurt kicked out. His foot connected with his desk chair, sending the object soaring across the room without much effort. Kurt was able to pinpoint each individual splinter of wood as the chair collided with the wall. He stood there dumbstruck for a moment before cautiously walking over to the destroyed piece of furniture. Kurt traced the crack in the wall, letting his finger dip into the dent that had been caused by the impact of the chair.

"Impossible," He murmured to himself, his brows twitching with thought. Kurt blinked several times, waiting for the evidence to disappear and for everything to fall back into place. For normalcy and reality to take over… but it didn't.

Kurt stumbled back and fell onto his bed, not able to keep his wide eyes off of his wall. Blaine's earlier words rang through his head. What the hell happened? Kurt laid back, staring at the brush strokes of paint on his ceiling, "I don't know." Kurt whispered into the silence.

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This is my new fic! I hope that you all like it. :) Don't worry, I'm still working on 'Word of Mouth'.

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