Prompt: Blaine had severe separation anxiety.
As a child, Blaine never went on sleepovers to his friend's houses. His parents always asked if he wanted to and Blaine just told him that he had other things to do. In reality, Blaine really just didn't want to be away from home or his family. Home was safe and family was safe. Things were familiar there and he could control what he wanted to do and when he wanted to do it. It began when he was about six or seven. Cooper got very sick. He had pneumonia in both of his lungs, a double ear infection, as well as strep throat. He was in the hospital for a week. Their mother, Lila stayed with him, while Blaine stayed with their father. Blaine got to visit Cooper and his mother once, but the doctor's told them that because Cooper was contagious that he wasn't allowed to visit anymore. So, for that whole week he wasn't in contact with either one of them. He was six; it wasn't like he had a cell phone at the ready to use. Friends tried to help out and take Blaine to fun places, but it didn't help. One day, he had planned to go get ice cream with his friend and his mom, but his mother decided to leave the hospital to come home and shower. He just wanted to be with her. He had missed her so much. When his friend showed up, he began to cry and begged to stay with his mom. In the end his friend went home and Blaine was ice creamless, but it was worth it. After a week, Cooper was out of the hospital and everything was back to normal, or so it seemed. Blaine still felt so lonely and clung to his mother's side where ever she went.
Over the years that fear took root deep inside him. It attacked whenever he tried to stay anywhere away from home. When his friends asked him to sleep over, he made up lies to get out of it. That, in turn, proved to be an effective method of keeping close friends away. So, Blaine didn't have very many friends, he could trust. School trips were a nightmare. Months before he would feel the anxiety and the panic would be too much. The thoughts of being away from home clouded his every thought and the panic never left. It just ate away at his days and turned them miserable. When the trip finally approached the panic would always be strong. Every moment he felt like the dam would burst and tears would never stop. Sometimes it would make him even feel sick. On a school camping trip he felt like he was going to throw up. His body and his face felt lot and his stomach rolled with waves of nausea. He told his friend and they told the teacher. She had him sit outside and breathe in the fresh air. She had hoped that the air would cool his off and make his stomach stop rolling, but it couldn't, because all of his symptoms were psychological. The panic was doing this. The panic was making his feel sick. Eventually Blaine calmed down enough to go back inside his cabin and go to sleep. By morning, he felt a lot better, but the thoughts were still there always clawing at the back of his mind. Once the trip ended it was like all the panic had never happened. All he could remember was the fun moments that he had. The first time that he had stayed over at Kurt's house was a nightmare. They had stayed up late watching a movie and by the end of the movie it was one in the morning.
"I better get home." Blaine said with a yawn.
"Why don't you just stay?" Kurt said. "It's really late. I don't want you falling asleep on your drive home."
"No, I'll be fine. I promise." Blaine stammered.
"Come on. You don't have to worry about anything. My dad won't be mad. You just have to sleep on the couch." Kurt said with a laugh.
"No I can't stay here. I need to go home." Blaine said as he started to breathe heavily.
"Calm down, Blaine it's okay." Kurt said as he rubbed Blaine's back.
"I can't stay here. I just need to go." Blaine sobbed as he struggled to breathe.
"Okay, shh. Deep breaths just breathe in and out for me okay." Kurt soothed. Gradually, Blaine's breathing evened out and his tears stopped flowing. "Do you want to tell me what that was about?"
"It's just something I've been dealing with." Blaine said.
"For how long? How long have you been dealing with these feelings? I'm pretty sure you just had a panic attack." Kurt replied.
"Since I was six" Blaine said softly.
"Oh baby, that's so long." Kurt said. "Have you gone to someone, like a therapist to help you?"
"No, I don't need a therapist. I couldn't even explain these feelings if I tried. It's like when, I'm away from home over night I just panic. My heartbeat quickens and I get this deep constant pain in my stomach. I feel like crying every single moment when these feelings start." Blaine said. "Sometimes, I just can't control these feeling and I break down. I have a… I guess a panic attack."
"That's got to be hard." Kurt said. "Is it every time you're away from home?"
"Every field trip and sleep over, not that there were many of them. Friends are hard to keep when you refuse to sleepover at their houses and when you do, you have a panic attack and scare the crap out of them." He replied.
"I really think you should see someone." Kurt said. "When my mom died, I had a lot of problems with grief. I didn't know how to deal or explain my feels, but my therapist helped and I was able to overcome my fear."
"I guess you're right. I need to make this problem go away." Blaine said. "I'm tired of dealing with it by myself."
"I'll be there for you, every step of the way." Kurt said. "Come on, I'll drive you home. I don't want to worry about you." He said as he pressed a kiss to his lips. Then he helped Blaine up and they went out to the cars and drove him home.