Question 25: Make 3 true "we" statements each. For instance, "we are both in this room feeling..."

"Here you are, Mr. Hummel. Enjoy your flight."

Kurt thanked the lady of the air company and took his carry on with one hand, and Blaine's hand with the other. They found their sits; Kurt adjusted his suitcase on the luggage compartment and took his phone from his pocket to turn it off. He saw a couple of unanswered calls from his dad and a text message. He texted back saying they were already on the plane and turned to Blaine, who was looking out the window.

"Why is my father calling me so much ever since we left his house to visit your mother?"

Blaine tensed up in his chair and stuttered:

"I… I don't… How would I know?"

Kurt took his hand and started massaging it with his thumb:

"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?"

"I… I'm not."

Kurt smirked at him:

"You are, honey. But I won't push it."

Blaine sighed, licked his lower lip and looked in his eyes:

"I'm scared of flying."

Kurt thought of kissing his boyfriend's cheek, but they were still in Ohio and maybe that could make Blaine even more nervous. He continued to just stroke his thumb on the back of Blaine's hand.

"You were calmer in the flight coming here."

Blaine blinked hard:

"I know."

The pilot announced their take off and Blaine stiffened in his chair. Kurt started rubbing comforting circles in his hand. Soon, Blaine was hyperventilating, with unshed tears in his eyes and his whole body tense. Blaine was having a panic attack. They have mentioned it before, he had told Kurt he used to have lots of these, but Kurt had never witnessed one.

Blaine was gasping for air, each gasp louder than the before and they were beginning to attract unwanted attention, which only made Blaine's panic increase. Kurt tried to remember their previous conversations and how to make his boyfriend feel better. Something about grounding. How was it anyhow?

"Blaine, dear, can you listen to my voice?"

Blaine stopped in his track of moving back and forward. He was listening. Kurt took a reassuring breath to calm himself. It was working somehow.

"Blaine, I'm here for you and I really love you."

The shorter boy's gasps weren't as loud as before and he reached one hand to Kurt, who took it.

"My love, you are having a panic attack but it's okay; I'm here for you and I'll always be."

Nothing changed this time but Blaine seemed to be listening. Kurt lightly squeezed his boyfriend's hand.

"You told me your therapist says you need to ground yourself in these moments. I never done this before, but I'll try my best. I'll say some affirmations and I want you to repeat them."

In a gulp of air, Blaine emitted one word:

"Can't"

Kurt took another calming breath and leaned towards Blaine, which seemed to help somehow.

"It's okay, Blee, then just listen to my voice. Can you do that? For me?"

The tears had started running down Blaine's cheek. He nodded to Kurt, who took it as a good sign.

"We're together and you're holding my hand. Can you feel my hand?"

Blaine nodded again.

"We're in a plane and we are very safe. We'll land soon in New York and go to our home."

Feebly Blaine repeated the last words:

"Our home…"

He also squeezed Kurt's hand back. His gasps were softer.

"Yes, honey; our home. We live together and we love each other very much."

Blaine breathing was back and he could inhale and exhale with much less difficult. He was still crying. He raised the armrest between them and hugged Kurt, who welcomed the hug. He sniffed Blaine's raspberry hair gel and felt himself getting grounded too. Blaine kept tightening the hug. Kurt couldn't contain a smile: his boyfriend was back - a little shaken - but back.

They stayed that way until they were no longer the in-flight entrainment. When Kurt was one hundred percent sure no one else was looking at them, he slowly broke the embrace to look in Blaine's eyes.

"Feeling better, hon?"

Blaine smiled at him with wet eyes:

"Better."

"Is it too soon or too triggering to talk about what caused you to panic?"

"Too soon."

Later that night, the two of them were home in New York and on the same bed, under the same sheets. Kurt started to rub his feet on Blaine's calf. He moved a little uncomfortable under Kurt's touch.

"Gorgeous, if you don't mind, I'm in no mood for sex. My head is still shaken."

Kurt rested his hand on the other boy's chest:

"It wasn't a move to start sex, I wanted to start a conversation with you. You scared the hell out of me on that plane."

"I'm sorry."

Kurt cleaned a tear forming in Blaine's eye:

"No need to apologize, Blee. Your wellbeing is never a reason to apologize."

Blaine stuttered when he answered, his voice heavy with tears:

"You get me so well."

Kurt grinned and kissed his cheek:

"It's because I love you so much."

"I love you too."

Kurt tried shyly:

"It wasn't the flight, was it?"

Blaine shook his head while looking down.

"Was it something I did?"

Blaine was kick to answer, cupping his boyfriend's head between his hands:

"No. You are perfect. Do you understand? I never felt so protected and cared for as in that plane with you."

"Oh, Blaine."

Kurt was finally allowing himself to feel weak like he wanted to in their flight. He could feel some tears forming. Blaine was quick to reassure him:

"It wasn't you; I swear. It was your dad."

Kurt got confused. Blaine went on:

"I mean, he didn't do anything. It's just… I asked him something while we were there and he texting you reminded me of that. Kurt… I… I need to ask you something."

Kurt nodded eagerly. Blaine took a deep breath and beamed.

"First, I need to grab something on by bag."

OH! MY! GAGA! Was Blaine about to propose?