Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I owned Glee, I don't.
They'd just lost Regionals. That was the only thought going through Kurts head as Blaine wrapped an arm around the slender soprano. Kurt took a few shallow breaths and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. He was still really breathless from their routine and could feel Blaine's hand on his back, telling him to take deep breaths. Blaine locked eyes with Wes and nodded for them to go backstage, still speaking softly to Kurt. The soprano shuffled along next to Blaine and plopped down on the couch in the room their stuff was in. Kurts shaky hands were loosening his tie and unbuttoning the first few buttons on the dress shirt before his right hand rested on his tight chest as he wheezed heavily.
"Wes, get me his bag. Kurt, baby. Did you bring your inhaler?"Blaine asked softy, running his hand up and down Kurts back gently as he waited for a reply, but the small shake of Kurts head made him pale. Blaine gently turned Kurt so that the sopranos back was against his chest and set his chin on Kurts shoulder, softly whispering for the male to breathe. He ran his hand lightly over Kurts arm, feeling the males shaking speed up under his lithe touch as Kurts harsh wheezes increased.
"Someone, call an ambulance. Tell them that he's having a moderate asthma attack, but it's on it's way to getting severe,"Blaine spoke calmly, shushing the soprano softly when he tried to speak as if to say it wasn't necessary, when, it clearly was to the other teenage guys in the room. Kurts eyes were squeezed shut as the soprano tried to breathe in and out the best that he could manage.
"The ambulance is on it's way. They said just to keep Kurt sitting up and keep him as calm as you can,"David said as he watched nervously with the other Warblers. Sure, the attack at practice scared the bejezus out of them, but this was much worse, especially since the soprano didn't have his inhaler with him like he needed to. That guaranteed that the brunettes attack would just keep getting worse until he got the help he required.
"Thad, go find New Directions and get Kurts step-brother Finn in here. He'll need to call Kurts dad. Hon? Kurt, sweetie, look at me. C'mon, in through your nose...out through your mouth. Breathe,"Blaine whispered softly as he put his hand over Kurts chest gently, trying to slow his chests heaving pace down.
The brunette locked eyes with Blaine and coughed heavily, hearing Finn run into the room as well. Kurt let Blaine's gentle hands move to the tie around his neck to fully relieve the slender male of its choke hold.
"The ambulance is here. Your dad is gonna meet us at the ER...hang in there Kurt,"Finn said, crouching down next to the two males as the paramedics entered the backstage room with a gurney. The nearest one helped lift Kurt onto the rolling bed to get to the hospital, placing an oxygen mask over the slender teens nose and mouth.
Kurt greedily gasped in the oxygen, his knuckles turning white from gripping his shirt so tightly. But then Blaine was at his side again, holding his hand as they rode with Finn in the ambulance to the ER.
~~~~~~~An ambulance ride later~~~~~~~
Luckily, the emergency room was fairly empty as the paramedics helped get the rapidly wheezing countertenor into an exam room where he was promptly set up with a nebulizer by mask, which was a machine that turned liquid medication into a breathable mist.
The mask hissed and let out the cool mist each time Kurt exhaled heavily. His shoulders had definitely relaxed though by the time they'd gotten to the ER and even though he was still holding onto Blaine's hand for dear life, it seemed as if the brunette was out of the woods for a while. That made Blaine relax himself since he'd been freaking out on the inside over his boyfriends most recent attack.
"Relax. He'll be alright. But we are going to need to keep him overnight for observations, purely to make sure his lungs are calmed down. You did good kiddo,"the doctor told Blaine as he patted the teens shoulder and the darker haired male nodded, finally letting a few tears fall until a porcelain hand reached out and wiped the males tears away.
"Don't cry, please. I'm sorry. I really thought that I had it in my bag. It's always there. I should've double checked,"came the wheezy voice from behind the still hissing mask.
"It's fine now Kurt. You're okay. And safe. I might just start carrying around a spare inhaler for you in case it happens again. I never want to see you get caught short again. Got it? Please though, next time, give me a sign that something is wrong,"Blaine breathed and kissed Kurts forehead gently, stroking the males cheek gently before the door opened, revealing a worried Burt, Carole, Finn, and all of New Directions and the Warblers.
Review please! And should there be a sequel? ^_^