This started out as a one-shot, however the story stuck with me, so it has become a multi-chapter story. It follows Kurt and Blaine as they discover that they cannot always run from the past, no matter how hard they try.

Kurt and Blaine were sat at their usual table in the Lima Bean, just enjoying being together. Blaine was talking animatedly about the Warblers latest impromptu performance, while Kurt sat gazing at him, resting his head on his hand.

"And then, David did this amazing back flip. The Warblers are really loosening up, and it's so great for morale right now." Kurt smiled at him. Blaine, gazing back at him, took Kurt's hands in his over the table.

"I really miss you though." He said simply. Kurt rubbed his thumbs over Blaine's hands.

"I'm right here."

"I know. You know what I mean."

"I miss you too." Blaine squeezed Kurt's hands in his. Kurt looked down at their connected fingers, grinning, then looked up back at his face. However, the expression on Blaine's face had changed. A minute ago he had been smiling, but suddenly all the colour had drained from his olive skin. His knuckles had turned white as he clutched Kurt's hands. He looked like he was going to faint.

"Blaine? Are you ok?" Kurt asked, concerned. Blaine didn't answer him. It seemed that Blaine had totally zoned out, but the look on his face was one of pure terror.

"Blaine, honey?" Blaine was looking over Kurt's shoulder, so Kurt turned to look behind him out of the window. All he could see were the bustling crowds of customers. He tried to focus his concentration until the seas of shoppers parted, revealing a boy who seemed to be staring directly at them. At first Kurt thought it was his imagination, but as the boy continued to stare, he soon realised that Blaine knew him.

He turned back around to face Blaine. Finally, Blaine spoke.

"Kurt, we need to leave, now."

Kurt was alarmed by the assertive, fearful tone in Blaine's voice, but he complied. They both stood up together, and exited the Lima Bean. Blaine took Kurt's hand in his and pulled him through the crowds, further and further away from the strange boy. Kurt chanced a look behind him, and saw that the boy was still staring at them. Kurt turned his head back again, attempting to keep up with Blaine. Blaine was charging forward. He was leading him towards the car park.

Adrenaline pumped through Blaine's veins. He had to keep moving, had to get away from the mall. How had he found him? Two years had passed since Blaine had last seen him. Why did he have to see him with Kurt? Blaine's mind was fizzing with all these questions, but his main priority was keeping Kurt as far away from his old life as possible…

They reached Blaine's car, and Blaine quickly got them onto the main road. They tore down the highway, speeding further and further from the mall, and from the strange boy. Kurt glanced over at Blaine from the passenger's seat. Blaine's hands were clamped to the wheel, and his knuckles were even whiter than they had been in the Lima Bean. Blaine was staring ahead, not taking his eyes off the road. He kept blinking, and his staccato breaths filled the silent car. Kurt could tell Blaine was tense and anxious. He leaned towards Blaine and placed a reassuring hand on his thigh. Blaine's breathing relaxed slightly, but he didn't unclamp his hands from the wheel.

"Blaine, do you want me to drive?" Blaine shook his head, still staring ahead at the road. Kurt, still not convinced that Blaine was well enough to drive, softly said;

"Ok, how about you pull over, and explain to me why you're so frightened?" Blaine finally looked at Kurt, terror radiating off him.

"Ok" was all he said. He indicated to the right and pulled off the road, stopping in a vacant parking space. He turned off the ignition and placed his hands in his lap. He glanced down at the floor of the car, breathing deeply. Kurt leaned into Blaine, trying to get into his eye line

"Blaine? Who was he?"

Kurt asked, trying to get Blaine to talk. Blaine glanced at Kurt's hand, which was still firmly placed on his leg. Still looking down, he whispered;

"That-that was…N-Nathan." He stuttered out. Kurt's eyes widened in shock, but tried to keep his face as calm as possible. Blaine looked up to gauge his reaction. Kurt could see the panic in Blaine's eyes, so he reached over and took one of his hands in his, squeezing tightly.

"Do-do you know why he was there?" Kurt asked, trying to understand the situation. Blaine shook his head, before stating;

"Did you see the way he was staring at me? At us? He knew I would be-be at the L-lima Bean. I don't know h-how he f-f-found out, or why he was there, or w-what he wants. But we m-moved away. We didn't tell t-the school or a-a-anyone where we went. How c-could he have found out? I only k-kept in c-contact with a f-few people!" Blaine began to ramble as he stuttered. His breathing had become shallow as he began to panic.

Kurt, recognising the signs of a panic attack, moved closer to Blaine and placed a hand on his boyfriend's chest, pushing in and out with the pace of Blaine's breathing.

"Blaine, it's ok, you're safe. Deep breaths." Blaine made an attempt to take a deep breath, but instead he broke out into sharper breaths. His chest felt so tight, like it was folding in on itself and was tying itself in knots. The lack of oxygen heightened the pain in his chest as it numbed his thinking patterns. The dizziness fogged his eyesight. He felt like he was dying.

"Kurt, I think I'm having a heart attack!" Blaine's voice rose in alarm, as the pain engulfed him. Kurt had never seen Blaine in such terror. Tears pricked in his eyes, but he blinked them away.

"Blaine, you're not having a heart attack. Trust me, I know what a panic attack feels like. I need you to breathe with me. You're not alone Blaine. Take a deep breath, count to three and release. I'll do it with you."

He kept his hand on Blaine's chest, rubbing small, soothing circles. Kurt inhaled deeply, encouraging Blaine to do the same. Together they released their breaths, and attempted the same exercise again. It took several tries to get Blaine's breathing aligned with Kurt's. With the reassurance of Kurt's hand on him, combined with their matching breathing rates, Blaine's heart rate slowed down. Kurt continued to soothe Blaine. The pain was still there, coiled in the pit of his chest, but had dulled considerably by the time his breathing had calmed.

"Blaine, honey, are you all right?"

"Yeah, I think so." Kurt released his hand from Blaine's chest and ran it slowly over Blaine's cheek.

"Do you want me to drive?" Blaine nodded, meeting Kurt's eyes.

"Yes please." Kurt placed his hand over Blaine's, clutched it in his for a moment, then moved to exit the car.

Nathan watched as Blaine's car sped away from the vacant lay-by. He followed, slowly making his way to confront his once-best friend-turned-victim, to let him know how things really stood since their last encounter…