It was 7:28. Blaine said he was coming over at seven. Kurt wasn't exactly worried yet, but he was frustrated. He had rushed around to get ready and help Carole cook dinner, and Blaine hadn't even shown up. His phone calls were unanswered, and his texts got no reply. He was afraid he had stood him up on purpose.

"Honey, he's just running late," Carole tried to tell him. "Don't worry, he'll be here." Kurt crossed his arms, still unsure.

After waiting fifteen more minutes, he was positive Blaine wasn't going to show up. The rest of his family had already begun eating their dinner, but Kurt still had a little piece of hope left, so he waited, even though he was forty-five minutes late.

"He stood me up," Kurt said out loud. It sounded worse when it came out of his mouth. "I don't know what I did, but he stood me up. He's probably going to break up with me." He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Not in front of Carole and Finn.

"He wouldn't do that, kiddo," his dad said. "There's a reason he's not here. He wouldn't just skip out on dinner for no reason."

"Can I be excused?" Kurt asked. "I don't feel like eating." He put his plate of food in the fridge and went into the living room. He sat on the couch, calling him over and over again. Finally, he heard a click, and someone had answered. "Blaine? Blaine, where are you?"

"This isn't Blaine," a woman's voice said. Kurt held the phone away from him, surprised and scared. "My name is Amanda, and I'm a paramedic. Blaine was in a car wreck, and we're taking him to the hospital. He kept telling us to call someone named Kurt. I assume you're him?"

Kurt couldn't speak. Words wouldn't come out of his mouth. Blaine. Car wreck. Blaine was in a car wreck.

"Is he o-okay?" he stammered. Kurt jumped as the couch cushion sank down beneath him. His dad had sat down by him and put his hand on his back. Kurt's hands were beginning to shake. It's my fault. It's all my fault. If I hadn't have called him so much he wouldn't have gotten distracted.

"He should be just fine," she assured him. "It looks like he's got a concussion, but just a minor one. He's bleeding a little, but with a few stitches he'll be okay. He's mostly just kind of banged up. He'll be sore and bruised for a little while. We're taking him to Lima Memorial Hospital is you want to-" Kurt hung up the phone and choked a little. He caused Blaine to get in a wreck.

"Kurt-" his dad began.

"It's all my fault," he mumbled, drawing his knees up to his chest. "Blaine's hurt. I made him get in an accident." His dad wrapped his arms around him. Kurt tried to break away, but he wouldn't let him.

"Kurt, you know that's not true," he said to him in a low voice. "None of it is your fault. Take a breath. You've got to breathe, or else you'll go into a panic attack.

Burt Kurt couldn't breathe. What if I had killed him? He didn't want to think about it. He'd only had one panic attack before; when he found out his dad was in the hospital. He tried not to think about it, and he definitely didn't want to have another one.

"He's gonna be okay, buddy," he heard his dad say. But what if he wasn't okay? Kurt's chest hurt. He couldn't take a deep breath. He laid his head on his dad's shoulder and his eyes blurred with tears.

"He's h-hurt," he choked out. He pulled away from his dad and wiped his sweaty hands on his pants. "He's g-gonna hate m-me." Blaine would no doubt dump him. His throat felt tight, and it was had for him to come up with words to say. His dad grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to look at him.

"You listen to me. Blaine doesn't hate you," he said. Kurt opened his mouth to argue, but he kept on talking. "You didn't cause him to get in a wreck. It's not your fault at all, and he's going to be just fine. Come on, I'll take you to the hospital. You can see for yourself that he's okay." The thought of seeing Blaine made Kurt more upset. He didn't want him to dump him. His head was hurting from crying and worrying so much. His hands were still shaking, and he seriously doubted he would be able to make it through a trip to the hospital. His dad got him to his feet and made him walk out to the truck.

"No," he pleaded. "I don't want to go."

"It's gonna be okay, kiddo. There's nothing wrong with him, and it wasn't your fault," he repeated. "You just need to breathe. He's not going to break up with you." Kurt folded his hands in his lap and stared out the window, trying to clear his head.

By the time they got to the hospital he was a little more relaxed, but still nervous to see his boyfriend. His dad kept his hand on his back as they walked inside and went up the elevator. Kurt wasn't sure what to expect when he saw him. He could only hope he wasn't hurt badly.

After his dad checked with a nurse about where Blaine was, Kurt followed him down a corridor. They stopped in front of a door and his dad looked him in the eye. He was getting more and more nervous again.

"Don't start panicking," he told him. "It's okay, I promise. He's gonna be glad to see you. Okay?" Kurt nodded and twisted the door handle.

It was a little room, with just a bed, a counter and cabinet, and two chairs. Blaine was sitting up in the bed, and smiled at Kurt when he came in. He looked just fine. He wasn't even in a hospital gown. He had stitches at the bottom of his neck and had an IV in his hand, but that was it.

"Hey," he said. "You got here fast." Kurt smiled a little, still fearing the worst. At least he looked okay. Kurt didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to." Blaine frowned.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "You didn't do anything wrong. Sit down, tell me what's the matter." Kurt told himself not to cry. Blaine was fine. The last thing he needed was him breaking down. He sat down next to him, and Blaine took his hand.

"You were late and I kept texting you and calling you and it was my fault you crashed," he blurted out. He looked down at the floor.

"No, Kurt," Blaine said. "It wasn't your fault. I got rear-ended. I was on my way to your house and I stopped at the intersection by your neighborhood and the person behind me hit me. None of it is your fault. Were you worried about that?"

He nodded. "So you're not mad at me?" Blaine squeezed his hand and Kurt finally looked at him.

"Of course I'm not mad. I'd still come home for dinner, but I think my mom is going to take me home. I get to leave as soon as she gets here. Do you want to stay here until then?" he offered. Kurt nodded again. He felt embarrassed and silly for freaking out so bad. But besides his dad, Blaine was all he had. He was just glad nothing serious was wrong. He scooted closer to him and waited with him for his parents to arrive.

Author's Notes:

I was supposed to post this yesterday but I guess I accidentally deleted it so here it is written for the third time! I've never experienced a panic attack so I apologize if you don't like how I wrote it. I just googled 'signs of a panic attack' and went from there. So if you have any feedback let me know because I'm planning on writing a chapter similar to this so I want to improve from now to them.