In answer to a review, yes, my beta is Angela, and yes I used the name Angela for one of my characters. I also used it for the middle name for Kurt's dead mother... she wasn't as impressed with that one. I write her in a lot though :)

I mentioned last story that I got a heap of birthday Facebook emails and was asked why I didn't tell you guys when my birthday was. Simple answer - I wasn't on FanFiction on my birthday. I only started writing here in April... I think. And my birthday was in February. So... that would explain it ;)

To BackwardsMuffin, I'm perfectly sane in the head, thank you. I just appreciate the beauty of a relationship where it's not excessive PDA all the time. Mike and Tina kind of do enough of that by themselves... then add in Finn and whoever he's dating at the time... and Puck and his 'conquests'... and really, Kurt and Blaine holding hands is better than all of that. It really really is.

From hoza13: you should write a fic were[sic] kurts terrified of needles and the day before injections at dalton he becomes very quiet and doesnt talk a lot. He goes to warblers practice and somehow everyone ends up talking about injections and kurt runs out because he cant handle it and blaine runs after him and comforts him ect.

I'm fine with needles personally but I know a lot of girls at my old school were absolutely terrified. When our entire grade had to get the compulsory ones, I wandered in, got mine done, and walked out to the recovery area to find a couple of girls sitting there crying. So yeah.

Needle

Kurt didn't like admitting that he had flaws.

Oh, of course he wasn't perfect. Nobody was. But he took great pride in his personal appearance so people wouldn't have an excuse to look beyond the exterior and see the other things about him that the general public wasn't allowed to see - his weaknesses, vulnerabilities and fears.

But sometimes he couldn't keep things bottled inside, as much as he tried. Especially not now.

TETANUS INJECTIONS TOMORROW - COMPULSORY

The sign sat in the middle of the notice board, mocking Kurt. Around him, the other boys were groaning and complaining but Kurt was in another world, completely fixated on the board.

Because Kurt Hummel was deathly afraid of injections.

The first injection he could remember, the doctor had taken four tries to hit the vein. As a six year old, Kurt couldn't understand why someone was jabbing him repeatedly with a needle and completely lost it, despite both his parents trying to comfort him. Ever since then, all he could remember was the bruises, the feeling of the needle jabbing at him over and over again...

"Kurt, come back to us."

Kurt blinked and saw a hand waving in front of his face. Wes smirked at him. "You were a million miles away, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking." Kurt tore his eyes from the sign and turned to make his way to class, trying to keep his mind off his impending doom. Sitting next to Blaine, he attempted to smile before turning to his books, missing the frown on his boyfriend's face.

Kurt found himself drifting away from French conjunctions back to the last time he had gotten an injection. His dad had finally dragged him along to the doctor - luckily a different one - and sat him down in the chair. The first needle had come his way... and next thing he knew, he was on the floor, looking up into his dad's worried face and almost hyperventilating. Not fun.

A hand nudged into his elbow and Kurt snapped out of his daze, turning to see a piece of paper under his arm. Flicking a glance at the teacher, he unfolded the note.

I know that look. What's wrong? xx

Kurt smiled a little before grabbing his pen and writing a reply

We'll talk about it later, nothing too serious. Still on for the weekend?

Of course :)

The bell rang and Kurt quickly picked up his books, muttering a hurried goodbye to his boyfriend before heading to his next class. He knew he couldn't avoid Blaine forever, but he wasn't quite ready to be completely vulnerable yet, no matter how much he knew that Blaine wouldn't judge him

The rest of his classes seemed to pass in a blur, on the one day he didn't want them to. Before Kurt knew it, he was sitting in Warbler rehearsal waiting for Wes to arrive.

"What's keeping him?" he asked Blaine who had his legs across Kurt's lap.

Blaine shrugged. "Probably talking to someone about assignments or whatever." He shifted a little so he was looking Kurt in the eye. "So, are we going to talk about what's -"

"Hey, what do you guys think about the injections tomorrow?" Thad called out from the council table. "I'm not fussed, personally."

Kurt bit his lip as the other Warblers chimed in. "I hate injections!" Nick shook his head. "I mean, I'll do it but, you know, not happily."

Jeff seemed to agree. "There was this one time I went to get a needle and someone in the little cubicle thing next to me started throwing up - bad reaction or whatever. I mean, gross."

"I think the worst thing is that weird numb feeling through your arm. It's not like it just hurts, it spreads right through," Cameron added before taking another bite of his chocolate bar.

Kurt felt his breathing start to become shallower as the other boys began to share horror stories - bleeding, bad reactions, incompetent doctors. Blaine was leaning forward, joining the conversation and Kurt overheard David chipping in his experiences. "... and my fingers were turning blue, and that's not easy for me..."

Before he knew what he was doing, Kurt was on his feet, pushing Blaine's legs aside and bolting out of the room. As he ran down the hallway, he could only hear the sound of his frantic breathing and his heartbeat. He knew Blaine would be close behind and trying to outrun him would be pointless, but he just didn't want to be seen like this. Pushing open his bedroom door, Kurt slid to the floor beside his bed and curled his knees up to his chest, his breathing shaky and ragged. A few seconds later there were footsteps and a figure knelt next to him.

"Kurt, baby, talk to me."

Forgetting his earlier resolve to never be seen in this state, Kurt turned blindly, feeling until he found Blaine's chest and moving into it. He buried his head as the tears began to fall, and Blaine's arms wrapped around him, rubbing circles into his back soothingly. It wasn't so much that he was upset, just overwhelmed and freaked out. And as he got himself under control, Kurt realized just how drastically he had broken down, something Blaine had never seen before. Biting back his embarrassment, Kurt lifted his head to meet Blaine's eyes. His boyfriend was staring down at him, concern written across his features.

"I'm sorry," he choked out, cringing at how broken his voice sounded.

Blaine was shaking his head immediately. "Baby, no. It's okay, just - tell me what's wrong, please?"

Kurt bit his lip again before blurting it out quickly. "I'm terrified of needles."

"Oh, Kurt." Blaine pulled him in tighter. "And you sat there and listened to all that? Why didn't you just tell me, I would've made them stop."

"Because I don't want anybody's pity." Kurt grimaced at how the words sounded, but continued nonetheless. "I don't want everyone to show up tomorrow and give me those sympathetic looks and ask how I'm going and just ... just know that I'm not alright."

Blaine sighed, but it was affectionate. "Kurt, you're allowed to be upset by things. You're allowed to be afraid of things. And you're allowed to ask for comfort, you know?"

"I know - just." Kurt shook his head. "Please don't pity me."

Blaine seemed to understand immediately. "Baby, of course not. You're not going to break, I know that." He snapped his fingers, a strange sensation since he was still holding Kurt. "I know, how about I tell you something I'm afraid of?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I didn't think you were afraid of anything to be honest."

He watched with slight amusement as a blush crossed his boyfriend's face. "Well, it's kind of silly." He took a deep breath, avoiding Kurt's eyes as he spoke. "Friday the Thirteenth."

Kurt was biting his lip again, this time trying not to laugh. "I know, it's so stupid, right? There's even a name for it: Paraskavedekatriaphobia. I just always bought into that stupid superstitious stuff, you know? No, you wouldn't, it's just me and it's stupid..."

"Blaine, it's okay." Kurt couldn't help smiling, but it was more affectionate than teasing. "It's a bit irrational, but you're allowed to be afraid of things."

But of course that reminded him of what brought him to this state and his smile faltered. Blaine picked up on it immediately. "Hey, it's alright. It's not until tomorrow and - well, I can come in with you if you want. They'll let me if - you know, if that's what you want."

Blaine looked so adorably hesitant that Kurt couldn't resist reaching up to touch his cheek gently. "Baby, of course I do. That would be wonderful." There was no reply and Kurt noticed Blaine's eyes had flickered shut at his touch. And after everything that had passed between them in the last few minutes, Kurt found himself falling even more in love with his wonderful boyfriend.

So much so that he couldn't resist leaning in and touching their lips together.

He felt Blaine's breathing stutter as he kissed him, Kurt's eyes closing gently as Blaine began to respond, pressing his lips closer to Kurt's. After a few seconds he broke away and opened his eyes to see a slightly dazed looking Blaine.

"Well... wow."

Kurt laughed nervously and Blaine smiled. "I love you, you know?"

"I love you too." And now seemed like a perfect time to kiss Blaine again. So he did.

"Breathe. It's okay."

Kurt took a deep breath before letting it out slowly, nearly crushing Blaine's hand in a death grip. "I can't do this, Blaine."

"Yes, you can."

Thad's name was called and now there was just a matter of seconds before they called Kurt. He looked around frantically, trying to find some way to disappear before they -

"Kurt Hummel?"

Damn.

"Come on, it'll be alright."

Blaine gently tugged his arm, pulling him in to one of the makeshift cubicles where the school nurse was waiting. She took one look at the two boys and nodded. "Okay, Blaine we can get yours done at the same time. Kurt, how about you sit on the bed, just to be safe."

Kurt nodded, sitting down on the bed. Blaine sat in the chair next to him, keeping their hands linked. "Do you want me to get mine first, just to show you that it's okay?"

"Yeah," Kurt murmured.

The nurse prepared the needle and Kurt immediately turned away from it, a small whimper escaping his throat. Blaine's thumb was running over his hand soothingly and he focused on that instead, trying to ignore the fact that in a few minutes he was going to be the one getting the injection.

"Okay, Blaine, ready?"

Blaine nodded, turning to look at Kurt. He winced ever so slightly as the needle went in before smiling at Kurt again. "It's okay, see? All done."

Kurt examined him for a few seconds, then nodded. "Alright."

He couldn't watch as the nurse got out the second needle. He felt her wiping his arm with something and getting ready ...

"It's okay. Just look at me, baby. Right at me."

Kurt bit his lip again, almost drawing blood with the force of it as he stared into Blaine's eyes. Don't think about it, he chanted, just think about Blaine, Blaine kissing you, that was nice -

He hissed as the needle entered his skin, shutting his eyes as the numbing sensation drifted through his arm before it pulled away. "All done, Kurt."

Kurt cracked open an eye to see Blaine smiling at him. "See, you can do it."

He leant in and kissed him quickly, noticing the nurse tactfully turning away to dispose of the needle at that moment. "Thank you."

"Anytime." Blaine took his hand and they left the room, Kurt feeling like he had managed to achieve another milestone in his life, once again thanks to Blaine.

It's so... cliche!

MusicalEscape:

What happened during Blaine's The Talk:

"Blaine, I have no *beep*ing clue what gay people do when they have sex, so read these pamplets and talk to Jeff or something. I'm off to play COD."

"Thanks... Wes..."

Yes. WES gave Blaine The Talk. After reading the pamphlets, he was sick for 3 days.

Wes claims it was for his own good.