AN:/ Well I'm just going along with this. I had an idea, and I'm posting it. I've never posted anything before so please go easy on me! With that being said, I don't have a Beta and this was written pretty late at night, so please excuse any spelling mistakes or missing words. :) I'll continue this for sure, but I don't know when I'll have another chapter out, soon. No more than a few days.

It all happened at once.

No signs.

No signals.

No warnings.

Blaine was sitting at the table drinking coffee, just letting his mind wander. The cozy apartment he shared with Kurt was quiet, with nothing but the sounds of a low volume television and the ticking of the clock on the wall to be heard. Kurt wasn't home; he had to stay late to work. He had called home a couple of hours ago to let Blaine know he wouldn't be back until around 10. It was 8:26 now, and Blaine was lonely. Blaine was just thinking about how he had papers to do for some classes, and their due dates which were steadily approaching.

Blaine was good with his school work. He was usually the favored student in his classes and his teachers and peers never had anything but kind words to say to or about Blaine. He never had to worry about his grades; they always came out great with little to no effort on Blaine's part.

Blaine was letting his mind wander.

He knew it wasn't the best idea. He knew what often happened when he let his mind wander.

He started thinking about back home, of his parents. Would they approve of his work? Would they approve of his grades? Blaine's parents had wanted him to major in law. "It's the family business, Blaine. Music is a risky business and we can't have you ruining the family name so you can chase those foolish ungodly expectations of the world." Well Blaine had held his head high at his father's words. He didn't need either of his parents' approval. He wanted it; sure, it would put him much more at ease every day. But it seemed that he wouldn't be getting that for the time being. He didn't know if his parents would come around some day or not, and his happiness was much more important to him. He refused to waste his life away trying to be something he wasn't trying to satisfy someone else. Blaine wasn't a lawyer and he never intended to be. Besides, Kurt told him to do what he wanted. Kurt said that he can be whatever he wants to be. Blaine didn't need his parents' money, colleges were begging for Blaine to come to them, throwing scholarships to and fro like they were rocks. So it was obvious that Blaine wouldn't need to hang on his parents' every word in hopes that they would fund the path to his dreams.

But that didn't mean it didn't hurt to not have their approval. That didn't mean that it made him invincible to the pain behind being seen as a failure, when Blaine saw himself as nothing but. It stung. It pierced his heart like nothing else before. He was unable to count the number of times Kurt has had to hold him, whispering words of love into his ear until he cried himself to sleep on his hands.

Blaine's hold tightened on his cup. The all too familiar feeling of unsought, useless, worthless filled him. He could feel it sinking into his bones like a bucket of hot water slowly being tipped over him.

Kurt made everything better. As long as I have Kurt to support me, I'll be fine. If anybody knows what's best for me it's Kurt. Kurt always made Blaine feel loved and cherished, and as if he had a reason to stick around and be himself. He was always the one person Blaine would turn to with even the simplest of problems, and Kurt would do the same. They had an open, trusting, loving relationship that both of them cherished more than anything ever before.

But Kurt wasn't here now. Blaine was alone and vulnerable to his thoughts.

There was always this voice in Blaine's head. It wasn't always around, but when it was, it seemed its sole mission was to make Blaine feel nothing but inadequate and hate himself. He tried to ignore it, he really tried. But it's just so loud, and overpowering, when it spoke, that's all Blaine could hear. It would wait for Blaine to be open and vulnerable for attack and it would take the advantage to strike. Kurt wasn't here, and there wasn't a single thing Blaine could think to do when he hear that familiar voice now. "Oh, poor Blaine. Mommy and Daddy don't love you. Whatever shall you do? They hate you, you know? They have every reason to do so, too. Who would want a stupid, worthless excuse of a person for a son? You can't do anything on your own. You need Kurt for everything. He thinks you're pathetic, you know? Having to take care of you like you're some kind of child. Get ahold of yourself, Blaine. Grow up, Blaine. Nobody wants you, Blaine. Nobody will ever want you"

Blaine shook his head, wishing the voice away, his breathing quickening. He could swear the room just became several degrees warmer. "Just calm down," he told himself. "I just need to calm down."

But it was too late. Blaine had let it go on for too far. He listened to that voice and now he doubted everything he had been working to make himself believe, his feeling of safety fell like a coin in water. He could feel himself begin to shake. "Why don't they love me? I'm something to be proud of, aren't I?"

"Of course you aren't who would ever tell you something like that?"

"Kurt."

"Well Kurt's a fucking liar. He isn't proud of you either."

"Why would he lie to me? He loves me."

"You and I both know that Kurt doesn't love you. When you cry yourself to sleep in your arms, I bet he complains on and on about how terrible of a person you are. So weak."

There was a hitch in his throat as he tried to breathe. His blood was rushing, his head was pounding, and he felt as though he was being burned alive. He needed to calm down and get help now before he started hyperventilating and quite possibly passed out. "I need to call Kurt."

"Running back to Kurt again? When are you going to grow up and stop being so dependent on someone that doesn't even want you?"

"Shut up!" He called out aloud to the voice. He was panicking. Losing the grip on the wheel that was his mind.

He unsteadily stood up from his seat, swaying to and fro, trying to maintain his balance and not do anything that would provoke his breathing to speed up even more. He took a few steps from the table, and lost his balance, causing him to stumble back into the table, knocking his cup off of it, sending it to the ground to shatter.

"Can't you do anything right?"

"Leave me alone!" He shouted again, but he sounded hysterical, nothing at all like himself.

"You can't even walk a few steps without breaking something."

"Please." His voice broke, as he tried again to walk in the direction of his and Kurt bedroom where he has left his phone on the nightstand.

"This is why nobody will ever want you."

But Blaine convinced himself to ignore the voice; he didn't have the oxygen to waste on a reply anyway. He reached the hallway, meaning he only had to get to their door that the end of it to get to his phone. To help.

It should have been easy, really, taking a few simple steps to a door. But Blaine felt detached from his body. His breathing was ragged and his swaying had caused him to brace the walls for support. He concentrated on getting where he needed to be, ignoring the voice and its constant screams of ridiculous, pathetic, and worthless.

He finally reached the door. It was ajar, so a simple push opened it fully and left Blaine a sight of his phone exactly where he had last left it.

He let himself sink to the floor, opting to crawl to it. It wouldn't do him any good to fall and hurt himself on the way there.

He managed to move more quickly now that he had better balance, making it to the nightstand without having to stop. He grabbed the phone and didn't bother to unlock the screen. He tapped EMERGENCY button on the bottom of the screen and tapped 5-8-7-8, which was actually K-U-R-T. The two decided it was best that Blaine have Kurt's number ready for emergencies. He had never needed to use the number for an actual emergency, but there's a first for everything.

He tapped call and waited, concentrating on controlling his breathing while he did. His breaths were more like short pants, and they were edging more to wheezes as time went on.

The line rang once until he heard, "Blaine?"

"Ku-" He was cut off by a coughing fit that left him with black around the edges of his vision.

"Blaine? Blaine?" He could hear the urgency behind his voice. It was a few pitches higher than it usually was. He could hear rustling and chatter going on in the background, Kurt talking to someone. He caught a few words that sounded like "have to go" and "and emergency".

So now he has to leave work? For you? You make me sick. Nobody should ever have to sacrifice anything for you.

"Please. Stop," Blaine croaked. It was all he could manage from his lack of air, which he was getting very little of.

"Blaine? Who are you talking to?" Kurt asked breathlessly, he was running. Blaine could hear the sound of the city in the background. Kurt was coming home.

"Help. Please, Kurt. Help. Can't breathe."

"I'm coming Blaine. Is anybody there with you?"

"No."

"Who were you talking to?"

"Nobody," was all he could get out.

"Okay, okay. I'm coming. I'm almost there."

Blaine didn't say anything, opting to save air.

"Stay with me, Blaine."

"Trying."

"Is it a panic attack?"

"Yes," the black ring around his vision getting thicker and covering more and more with each second that passed.

They haven't gotten this bad in a long time, Blaine. What happened?"

"Please Kurt."

"Alright, just stay with me. I'm going the stairs now."

Blaine couldn't help but simply wheeze in response.

"Blaine you need to try to take more air. I'm at the door, where are you?" Blaine heard the jingle of keys from both the other side of the front door, and the other side of the line.

"Bed… room." Blaine dropped his phone to the ground, clutching his hand to his chest as if it would alleviate his breathing issue or the lump in his throat that was all but chocking him to death.

The door opened and suddenly Kurt was running down the hall, a look of pure concern taking over his features when he saw Blaine crumpled to the floor by the bed, wheezing and coughing uncontrollably.

By the time Kurt had made it to Blaine, he had closed his eyes and let the darkness take his entire line of vision.