Kurt decided as he waited for Blaine to finish fixing his hair that school was hell. It was the kind of hell that parents didn't want to tell you about because you 'needed' it. Kurt taught himself how to speak French fluently, he didn't 'need' people to teach him anything. He could have taught himself History, which was redundant since you learned the exact same thing every single year. He could have taught himself Algebra, Geometry, and Trigonometry. Hell, he could have taught himself Chemistry, and yeah, sure the Chemistry kit his Dad had gotten him had mysteriously blown up but it wasn't Kurt's fault okay!
"Ready to get this over with?" Blaine asked, leaning against the door frame.
"I guess we should." Kurt said, straightening his tie.
Blaine took Kurt's hand and led them out of their dorm. A smile was on Kurt's lips before they reached their first period. The day went by surprisingly well until after seventh period. Alexander Wellington came up, his face twisted in anger.
"How's our favorite victim doing?"
Blaine's hand tightened around Kurt's.
"Alex, fuck off before I make you." Blaine snapped, "I'm not dealing with any bull today."
"Not talking to you Anderson, I'm talking to your fuck toy. Although I guess he isn't your fuck toy since someone else already screwed him." Alexander growled.
Blaine's hand fell from Kurt's as he shoved the other boy away.
"What is your problem?"
"My problem is how blatantly the Warbler Council favors you two." He snapped, "It isn't fair that you get a freaking solo every single time. And then here comes your stupid boyfriend with his unnaturally high voice and there goes any other chance for a solo because he's a fucking countertenor. Who the hell actually cares about countertenors anymore? Oh wait, that guy that fucked him liked him enough for that."
Blaine felt more than saw Kurt panic before it happened.
"Leave, now if you value your life." Blaine sneered.
"Or wha-"
Blaine couldn't stop his fist as it plunged into Alexander's face. It felt bone shift and break as well as wetness on his hand as blood gushed from the boy's nose.
"What the fuck Anderson?" Alexander's voice squeaked as he held his face.
Blaine turned to Kurt who was leaning against the wall in pure panic. His eyes had glazed over and when Blaine tried to touch him, Kurt flinched and almost screamed before moving away.
"Kurt, baby, it's me. Look at me!" Blaine said, turning to Wellington, "I'm going to make sure you're fucking expelled you dingbat."
He heard footsteps behind him as he tried to calm Kurt down.
"Don't touch me!" Kurt screamed.
Blaine's face paled as he realized that Kurt wasn't having a panic attack at all. He was having a flashback.
"Kurt, baby boy, it's Blaine. You're safe." Blaine said, trying to hold Kurt's hand.
The boy screamed loud enough to wake the dead before he moved into the wall more.
"Kurt!" Blaine said, feeling nauseous.
"Don't hurt me. Get off of me."
"Kurt!" Blaine called, "Fuck!"
The soloist turned to see Wes and David staring at him. He yanked his phone out and dialed Burroughs as fast as he could. Thankful that he got the number from the man.
"This is Doctor Burroughs."
"This is Blaine Anderson, I'm Kurt Hummel-"
"I know who you are. Why are you calling?"
Blaine was worried that the doctor sounded worried.
"K-Kurt's having a flashback. I don't know how to pull him out of it." Blaine told him, "I was always having the flashback and I never learned how-"
"Have you tried explaining to him that he's okay. He's at Dalton and not at his home?"
Blaine's heart stopped when Kurt stopped breathing after a horrible choke.
"Oh my God….fuck!" Blaine dropped his phone and went to Kurt, "Kurt! Baby boy, breathe!"
Blaine's hands shook as he gently touched Kurt. The boy's heartbeat was fast and thundering. Blaine didn't know what to do as he looked at his friends. Wes and David were both sheet white.
"Kurt!" Blaine's voice was a terrified shriek, "You're safe! Isaac is in prison! You're okay baby boy! You're at Dalton, you aren't at your house! Eli is fucking dead! Please breathe!"
The soloist grabbed Kurt who looked blankly ahead as Blaine laid him down. He tried breathing into Kurt's mouth. Not even trying to push on his chest. His heart was beating, he just wasn't breathing.
"Kurt! Come on! You're alright, please breathe!" Blaine said, tears falling from his face.
It felt like it had been hours but it'd only been seconds…minutes maybe. Blaine remembered Burroughs was on his cell phone and snatched it up. They had attracted a crowd, all of them looking nauseated. Wellington looked frightened and Blaine almost growled at him.
"He isn't breathing! What do I do?" Blaine asked, his voice high pitched and cracking.
"Bite down on his carotid artery. Now!"
Blaine didn't even hesitate, dropping his phone before he was biting down on his boyfriend's neck. Kurt's entire body jerked and almost shook but he breathed and that was all Blaine needed. The soloist drew Kurt into his arms and held him close.
"You're okay Kurt. You're here with me at Dalton and I won't let Isaac hurt you ever again. I love you so much." Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear.
He watched as the glazed over look slowly left his boyfriend's eyes.
"What happened?" Kurt's voice sounded tired.
"Flashback, a very bad flashback." Blaine said, picking his phone up.
"I'm on my way to you boys. Keep him calm and don't make him do anything physical. That includes walking Blaine, he won't be up for it after going nearly two and half minutes without breathing. His body will go into overdrive and he'll end up falling. Get him to eat something and to drink something. Get him comfortable Blaine."
"Two hours right?"
"Yes and I'll inform Burt about what happened and explain that he doesn't need to come. I'll see you in two hours."
Blaine shut his phone and all but glared at their audience. He dug into his pocket, getting his dorm key out and tossing it to Wes.
"Go and open our dorm room. I need to get him there to rest." Blaine ordered, "He can't do anything physical and we have to keep him calm."
Wes nodded his head dutifully and took off running.
"David." Blaine watched his friend almost snap into place, "I need you to get something for Kurt to eat and something to drink."
David took off running as Blaine got Kurt's bag and tossed it over his shoulder.
"I know you hate me picking you up bridal style but Burroughs told me not to make you walk. You went two and half minutes without breathing and your body won't support you until it realizes it's breathing again." Blaine explained to Kurt, who only nodded at him.
It spoke volumes that the boy was too tired to argue. Blaine scooped him up carefully and glared at Alexander.
"I'm going to make sure you're expelled douchebag." Blaine snapped, moving through worried teachers and scared students as he climbed the stairs.
When he reached their dorm, Wes opened the door wide, letting Blaine move in. He laid Kurt down on the bed and then kissed his forehead.
"I'm going to make sure David is making something you'll actually eat okay?"
Kurt nodded again as Blaine and Wes left.
"I'm only going to say this once." Blaine said, as they went downstairs, "Anyone who talks to Kurt has to have a solid talking to about what not to say. He was doing better Wes. He didn't have any flashbacks and he didn't have any panic attacks until Alexander fucking Wellington made crude remarks about Isaac raping him. How the fuck did he find out?"
Wes paled, "A-Alexis found out because we told him. He wanted to do some kind of bonding trust thing where two of us would sleep in a sleeping bag together. We explained that it wouldn't be okay with Kurt's situation. He might have heard, but we didn't tell anyone Blaine."
The soloist glared at his friend, "One, that was Kurt's business to tell. Two, you should have done it in the safety of a dorm room. Three, the next time something like this happens and you know someone hates us this much, you better run interference Wesley."
"You're mad." David said, holding a tray.
"No I'm furious that this happened. I don't even know how far that set Kurt back. If it was a lot I'm going to make sure Finn and Puck help me beat the hell out of Alexander." Blaine growled, "I'll see you two tomorrow."
Blaine took the tray and went back upstairs. The food shook with Blaine's hands as a tell tale that the boy was mad.