All Kurt understood at the moment was that he was falling. The wind that blowing past his ear silenced everything that surrounded him, even Blaine screaming his name. He reached his arms out for Blaine to grab him or vice versa but there was nothing but air. It was air not wind, he was rushing through the air that silenced everything, not wind. He felt heavier and his eyes were forced shut. Maybe if he fell asleep he wouldn't feel the pain. It was over; when he reached the bottom everything would end. He wasn't sure if that would be a good or bad thing. He wondered if he would see his mother and father after. He didn't believe in a god or heaven but he wasn't positive about the after life. Was this only chance he had at life or was there more for him later?
As his shirt and arm were grabbed and forced upward his head snapped back and then foreword again finally resting into a shoulder. Arms were wound tightly around him, squeezing and refusing to let go. A breathy voice repeating, "You're okay. I've got you," over and over as if he was speaking to both of them.
Their hearts were both racing, he could feel it, and they were both breathing heard desperate for more air. It took him a minute to figure out who held him in place, and had kept him from falling, from hitting the ground, mostly because he refused to open his eyes. He relaxed feeling safe and content, allowing Blaine to carry his full weight. Blaine, who always helped him, saved him. Blaine, who always caught him and pulled him back up.