Months passed and so did the stress and tension of exams. Students were sharing their holiday plans and packing to leave for the long break ahead. This was not the case with Blaine, instead he just stayed in his room, having already said goodbye to the friends that were leaving. It had been hard saying goodbye to Kurt, wishing him a good holiday and promising to call. It had been even harder for him to say goodbye when he knew that Kurt was actually looking forward to leaving. Leaving Dalton and leaving him. But he had smiled as he waved at the cab driving hastily away, not letting Kurt see the longing in his eyes or the ache in his heart.
He hated holidays. He hated the fact the he had to spend an extended amount of time with his parents, who worried too much and caused him to feel like some hopeless being that had to be looked after 24/7. He hated how he lived so far away from everyone, so there was no-where he could escape to. And he hated how he just had to endure everything because, after all, his parents were the ones who paid for the very things that kept him alive. That's why he was so ecstatic when he got the call to say he was to stay at the school for the summer, because his mother and father had finally listened to his advice and were going away to Europe somewhere for a holiday. They had sent everything Blaine needed to the school, which should arrive within the next few days.
The only time Blaine had been this happy was when he had joined the Warblers, a place where he had finally fit in. Now he was able to get a break from the usual concern and endless negative outlook of his parents and could actually enjoy himself. To him, life couldn't get any better.
Well, he knew it could, he could suddenly not be dying, but that wasn't going to happen so he wasn't going to dwell on that thought. Then, instead of letting his mood be ruined, he got up and began dancing around his room in his boxers. He skipped over to the stereo and pressed play, letting whatever CD was in there play at a volume that was probably forbidden. But he didn't care, he just sang along, fist raised as if he was holding a microphone and belted out notes that probably weren't even right.
While Blaine was up in his room celebrating, Kurt was answering a call of his own. His father Burt was on the other end, speaking hurriedly and excitedly and Kurt had to strain his ears to understand what he was saying. What he understood was that they had won some kind of lottery and he and Carole were going on an immediate trip to some exotic island. They were offering for Kurt to stay at home with Finn, or he could stay at school for the summer. Kurt, not able to even bear the thought of spending an entire summer with his sloth step-brother, promptly told his father that he would be staying at school, and to enjoy himself on his holiday. After hanging up, he told the cab driver to turn around. In truth, he wasn't disappointed at all that he couldn't spend time with his family, he'd done that all his life, instead he was glad he'd get to hang out with Blaine.
As Kurt stopped outside the door of his room, his suitcase behind him full of everything he would need to unpack, couldn't understand what the noise was that he could hear coming from behind the door. It sounded like one of his CDs, but he couldn't tell because there was someone else singing the wrong words to the wrong tune. Turning the handle and swinging the door open, he was shocked when he saw Blaine standing there with his back to him, his hair gel-free and body still damp as if he had just showered. He was swinging his head from side to side, stepping all over the place and not paying attention to what he was doing. That's why Kurt couldn't hold back his laughter when Blaine tripped over his own feet and fell to the floor.
As soon as he heard the laughter, Blaine stiffened from his position on the ground, wondering who could be in his room. He pushed himself up to see Kurt standing in the doorway, wiping a tear from his eye and trying to remain serious, which wasn't working seeing that every time he looked at Blaine he had to suppress a chortle of laughter. Blaine couldn't help himself as he broke down into a fit of giggles too and went to the door to help Kurt with his bag. As he began to stand up though, he felt pain shoot through his chest like a laser and collapsed back onto the ground, his face contorted in agony. The pain increased and he felt an involuntary whimper escape his lips. His vision began to waver and it was getting harder and harder to breath. His chest felt tighter and tighter and soon it was a struggle to draw every breath. By now, Kurt was keeling by his side, and the tears in his eyes were no longer those of joy. He was saying something, Blaine could tell because his lips were moving, but he couldn't hear a word. Another exceptionally strong bolt of pain coursed through his whole body and he convulsed, his vision now almost completely gone.
Kurt didn't know what to do. He was trying to keep Blaine still, stop him from hurting himself. He vaguely remembered being told that if someone was having a fit, you had to leave them alone because it was dangerous to be close to them. Kurt didn't care though, Blaine was the one in danger and he needed to help him.