AN:/ Okay, so I wasn't expecting any kind of response with this. I only posted it so I could show a friend something that was playing through my head for the past few days. I'd love to continue this, if there are people interested in reading. So if I should continue, leave a review or something letting me know there's someone reading this :P I've done research on what I want to happen here, and I think I can make this a really entertaining story. But also my first. I have no Beta, so please excuse all mistakes.

"Blaine!" Kurt screamed, dropping to his knees on the ground next to Blaine's body. What am I supposed to do? What's happening? His eyes darted across Blaine's limp form, looking for some clue as to what he was supposed to do now.

He sat back on his knees and put his hands over his face, taking deep breaths to calm himself down, shooing away the tears that threatened to form in his eyes. Kurt knew that he would get nothing done if he wasn't thinking straight and freaking out over Blaine's fainting was helping in no way. He thought back to all the weekends that he followed Carol to work before he had met Blaine, desperate for something to do. He thought back to all the mindless information he spewed at him each day he went, searching the back of his head for something helpful.

"I like to work in the nursing ward. The older people are always so kind, and if you ask nicely enough you can get a good story out of one of them!" Carol chirped, leading Kurt through the halls of the hospital.

"Right, but aren't they a bit more fragile?" Kurt asked, images of old women struggling to walk up some stairs, clutching on to Life Alerts flashing through his mind.

Carol sighed, her mood dropping a bit. "You're right about that. You have to be careful doing anything that involves movement when it comes to them. They can even faint sometimes if they get up out of bed too quickly."

Kurt, who was not himself a morning person, understood the gratitude that comes from getting out of bed slowly, very slowly. "What are you supposed to do then? If they faint?"

Leading Kurt down yet another hall and stopping outside a window Carol, looked through it amiably. "Well it depends, really."

Kurt turned to look out the window, noticing that it was a room filled with older patients. This must be the nursing ward. "Then just give me a good old step by step of what to do if someone faints! You never know, one day we could be at home and you'll have inhaled one too many rounds of freshly baked cookie fumes. I'll be there to save you then, and you'll be glad I asked for the knowledge now."

"Alright, since you seem to have my best interest in mind." She smiled at Kurt and put a hand on the small of his back from where she was standing side to side with him, moving up then down again before pulling away. It was a touch of comfort, a motherly touch. Something Kurt had been missing out on for 10 years. He was usually very strict on who could touch him and where but Kurt honestly adored Carol and although he knew nobody could ever replace his mother, he still took solace in the fact that Carol accepted that and didn't push him yet he still had a motherly figure to look up to. "Okay, so what you're going to want to do is—I'm assuming they're lying on the ground right now."

Kurt laughed, "Of course."

Carol raised an eyebrow at him. Kurt, catching onto the look, stifled his laughter and made hand motions for her to continue.

"You're going to check their pulse and make sure they're still breathing. Then you'll want to position them on their back, and prop their feet up, to make them positioned higher than their head. That way the blood can flow back to their head. Then turn their head to the side."

"Turn their head? Why?"

"Because you can choke on your own tongue."

Kurt looked at her skeptically, eyes wide and jaw dropped. "Really?"

"No, not really you goof. Well in a way, yes. But their tongue can block their air way and there is a possibility that they could throw up and we don't want them choking on that, so just to be sure turn their head to the side."

Kurt looked like he was mentally soaking the information up. He had always found things like this interesting, medical facts and procedures. He even told himself at some point that if fashion and theater didn't call to him like a lost lover he might have considered joining the medical branch. "Okay, what next?"

"If you can, grab a washcloth and wet it with cool water. Set it on their forehead or neck. If they feel cold to the touch, grab a blanket and drape it over them." She stopped, looking over at Kurt with a small smile on her face.

"And then..?"

"Then you play a special little game I like to call, Wait."

"You can't do anything more?"

"Not really, no. Don't leave them alone. Unless I've got cookies in the oven, then you better got make sure they don't burn. Don't let my efforts go out in vain."

Kurt hung his head and chuckled. Carol did have a great sense of humor. "Okay, then what am I to do when you wake up?"

"I think I'll have enough sense not to, but don't let me get up so soon. Make me stay down for a while and keep my feet elevated. After a few minutes, let me sit up. After a few more minutes, let me try standing up, but be there for me because I could faint again." She said, with a roll of her eyes. "It sounds very cinematic, I know, but it happens all the time. They're up. They look fine, but as soon as they try standing, they're out cold and you're back at step one."

Kurt looked down at Blaine's crumpled form. He was on his side, lying down in a fetal sort of position. Kurt slowly and gently pushed him onto his back, leaning over his face, ear above Blaine's mouth. He could feel the warm breath ghosting over the skin and he shivered, more from how shallow it sounded than the actual heat of it affecting him. But he sounded a bit better than when we were conscious and over the phone. He wasn't wheezing anymore, and that was always a good sign.

It was obvious to Kurt that Blaine had fainted because of hyperventilation. He didn't know what had gotten him so worked up that he started in the first place, but if the broken coffee cup on the floor in the kitchen was any implication, it had started back there. Blaine wasn't one to have a terrible temper, so Kurt doubted that Blaine had purposely let the cup break.

Recalling the next step, he turned Blaine's head to the side, away from the bed. That way he could get clean, fresh air instead of whatever was under their bed. Doing that, he could hear Blaine's breathing volume grow. By now, he had forgotten all about his own feelings and thrown himself into making sure Blaine was okay. Kurt's face was the definition of calm, his features relaxed and in control. Blaine's going to be fine.

By then he realized he had skipped a step in his earlier haste, standing up and snatching every single pillow off of their bed. Kurt had some infatuation with pillows, or decor in general, so there were quite a few on the bed. He piled them up by Blaine's feet and lifted his legs so they were propped up on the pile. Then moving to the bathroom to get and wet a washcloth, bringing it back to Blaine and laying it across his forehead. Blaine didn't feel cold to the touch, so he just left him like that.

Kurt sunk down to the ground and leaned over Blaine again, kissing both of his closed eyelids and whispering sweetly "Wake up, Blaine."

"Look at you. You're pathetic. So you see what you do? Do you see why nobody wants you? You don't deserve Kurt. He could do so much better than you." There was that voice again.

"Just leave me alone!" Blaine internally screamed at himself. Was he really unconscious? Did Kurt really come home for him?

"Why wouldn't he come home? A grown man impersonating a baby called him, unable to even speak in complete sentences. I'd go the fuck home too. To kick your ass though for bothering me, for being a pain that's all you've ever been is a pain, Blaine."

"That rhyming made it a bit less hurtful, just so you know." Blaine had had enough of this voice harassing him.

"Fuck you," the voice sneered at him, its tone seeping venom.

"If you hate me so much, why are you here?"

"Stop talking to yourself, you fucking nitwit."

"Wake up, Blaine," it was Kurt's voice. He could hear it echoing throughout the depths of his mind.

Blaine had to wake up. He couldn't stand to be trapped inside his own mind in black darkness, stuck arguing with himself? No. He fought for control of his body, for control of his eyes, wishing he could pry them open to get a view of those beautiful glasz ones he could stare into forever. Those eyes that he could feel searching his soul, knocking over every wall Blaine had built up and securing himself there in trust from Blaine.

He fought and used as much force as he could muster. Slowly he felt his eyes flutter as he took in what he could, his eyes focusing in the room that was near void of light, what little there was, floating in through the window from the moon. His breath hitched and he let out a short cough.

"Oh thank god," that familiar voice breathed, sounding more relieved. "I was going to call 911 again if you didn't wake up soon."

"911?"

"Yes, 911. You've been out for some time now. I was starting to get worried. I had already called once after I set this up," he said, gesturing to the pillow pile and the washcloth still draped across Blaine's forehead. "But they said to just give you time, that there wasn't really anything they could do after I told them your condition."

"Oh." He didn't know what to say. What are you supposed to say when you have to force your boyfriend to leave work early so he could rush home to watch you pass out on their bedroom floor? Thank you? "Thank you."

"What do you mean thank you?" Kurt seemed more than confused.

"Thank you. For being here? For helping me…" Blaine was getting nervous, and uncomfortable. He knew it was selfish of him to call Kurt. This wasn't his problem. Blaine was a grown man that should be able to take care of himself. But it was clear that he couldn't. He wrapped his arms around himself self-consciously, trying to shield himself from the impending sneer or taunt that was sure to be sent his way, avoiding all eye contact with Kurt.

"Oh Blaine," Kurt sighed.

"I'm so-" Blaine started, about to go off on a list of things that he knew Kurt should be upset with him for.

"No, Blaine. I'm not hearing any of that," Kurt cut him off, a small smile on his face. "This isn't your fault. None of this is your fault. And if you're upset that you had to call, don't be! Just don't. You needed me and you're more important than some stupid job. I was more than ready to come home, anyway. Jessica's been a pain in my ass all day," he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a bit. It worked. Blaine looked up and smiled at him, sending his thanks through eye contact.

Blaine looked over to the clock on the nightstand that his phone was on top of. The bright blue lights displayed 10:46.

"Oh god, I've been out for two hours?"

Kurt only looked at him while he slowly nodded. "Do you think you're up for sitting up?"

"Yes, please," Blaine said moving to sit up before Kurt's hands moved under his arms.

"Alright easy now. Don't move too quickly and try to keep your feet elevated." He chastised and slowly helped Blaine to sit up, back against the side of their bed.

Here comes Nurse Kurt. He made special appearances when Blaine was under serious stress, sick, or just having a bad day. Blaine loved all the extra care and affection, he really did, but he couldn't stand the feeling that he was somehow imposing. The last thing he wanted to do was bother Kurt. That didn't stop him from pecking Kurt on the cheek before he pulled away after helping Blaine, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

Kurt smiled down at him before moving to pull the comforter off of their bed and wrap it around their bodies, snuggling in close to Blaine with his head under Blaine's chin.

"So how was work?" Kurt knew not to delve straight into questions about what happened with Blaine, he knew that he needed to wait for Blaine to tell him what happened and caused him to have an attack so intense to have him pass out, and for that Blaine was more than thankful. So Kurt dove into the subject of today's work on the job, not sparing any of the small little details, with Blaine hanging on his every word.