Kurt took a deep breath as he tapped on the door to Blaine's room. He hadn't invited him to come over, but all evening at Warblers rehearsal he'd been talking about how much homework he had to get done and how stressed he was. So, Kurt decided to surprise him and try to help him out with some of it. It was the least he could do. Blaine had spent a lot of time with him to help him get caught up in all his classes. Dalton was ahead of McKinley in academics, so Kurt was totally lost his first week in class. He was lucky to have Blaine to help him.

After knocking he waited several seconds for Blaine to answer. "Come in!" was all he got. Kurt twisted the doorknob and stepped inside slowly. Blaine's roommate was never there, but the dorm was a mess. Blaine's bed was made, but his roommate's side of the room looked horrible. Blaine sat at his desk against the wall, hunched over whatever he was working on. As he stepped closer Kurt realized it was a poster about World War II.

"Hey," Blaine said, looking up at him. "I'm really busy right now. I don't know if I can help you with anything tonight. I'm really sorry, but I'm just so swamped."

"No," Kurt began, "I don't need anything… I came to help you. You seemed pretty stressed out at rehearsal. Is there anything I can help you with?" Blaine looked surprised that he had offered. He ran his fingers through his curly hair.

"Um, I don't know." He began to sort through a stack of papers on the corner of the desk. "I have to finish this poster, study for the midterm, finish a rough draft of my English essay, do a chemistry worksheet, and I need to start looking over the songs for regionals. I don't want you to do everything for me, that wouldn't be right." Kurt could tell he was really overloaded with all his work.

"I can help with your poster," he offered. "You might get points for creativity." Blaine was shaking his head.

"No, there's no way I'm going to get all this done. I can't fail, Kurt, if I get anything less than A's or B's then my parents will get upset with me." He stood up, pacing across the room. "This is too much work. I won't get all of it done, and then I'll fail the classes." Kurt tried to get him to sit down, but Blaine wouldn't do it. He was getting more and more worked up.

"You don't have to practice for regionals tonight. Let's focus on what you need to get done. If you'll work on your essay or worksheet then I'll do the rest of your poster. I've finished all my homework so I can do as much as you need," Kurt told him. He wasn't willing to do just anyone's homework, but he owed Blaine.

"No, I can't do it." Blaine was panicking by then. "You can't do my work for me, that's cheating." He grabbed Kurt's shoulders. "I can't fail out of school, Kurt. This is too much, though. I'll be up till midnight." It was like he wasn't even hearing what Kurt was offering to do. He moved his hands off of his shoulders and made him look him in the eye.

"Listen to me. It's not cheating if I'm just helping. You're not going to fail, you're the smartest person I know. You've just got to relax, it's gonna be okay. This is the most stressful part of the year," he said. Blaine grabbed the back of his desk chair. He had worried himself so much he almost looked sick. He didn't say anything back to him, but he swayed unsteadily. "Blaine?" before Kurt had a chance to act, Blaine's eyes rolled back in his head, and his body crumpled to the floor in a heap.

Kurt was in shock. He'd never seen Blaine act that way before, and he had certainly never passed out in front of him. Panic flooded him and he bent down next to him, instinctively checking for a pulse on his neck. It was normal, but his breathing was quick and light.

"Wake up," he pleaded. "Please wake up." He patted his cheeks and shook his shoulders. Anything to bring him to consciousness again. He saw him fall to the ground and thankfully he hadn't hit his head, so Kurt wasn't worried about him having a concussion. He was more concerned with the fact that he had fainted for no apparent reason. Kurt considered calling 911, but he didn't have his phone and he wasn't sure where Blaine kept his. He also debated getting the nurse, but he didn't want to leave his side.

Right as he was struggling to decide what to do, Blaine's eyelids fluttered open. Kurt sighed in relief, but was still deeply concerned for him. What is he hadn't been there and he just laid on the floor unconscious?

"Kurt?" Blaine mumbled, blinking several times and rubbing his eyes. "Why'm I on the ground?" he tried to sit up, but Kurt pushed him back. He didn't want him losing consciousness again on him.

"You were getting really worried about all the homework you had to do. Then you just kind of passed out," he explained. "Do you not remember?" Blaine stared off into space for a few seconds, not answering him, but then his eyes widened.

"Oh my gosh," he said, putting his hand over his mouth.

"What?" Kurt panicked. Blaine pushed himself up so he was sitting against his bed.

"I…I have anxiety. It's like a disorder. You and Wes and my roommate are the only ones here that know, besides the teachers and headmaster. I normally take pills for it, but I ran out today. I was supposed to go get more but I got swamped with all this work, and it was stressing me out. The reason I collapsed was from hyperventilating."

Kurt looked at him sympathetically. It must be pretty bad if he had to be on medication for it.

"Do you think you could grab me a bottle of water from the mini fridge?" Kurt got up and got him a drink.

"Is there anything I need to do? Do you need to go to the nurse? I think the pharmacy in town is closed but she might have something she could give you until you get your medicine tomorrow," he said. Blaine shook his head.

"No, it's okay," he told him. "I'm okay, really. I'd tell you if I weren't. I just need to finish all this work now. I've wasted too much time." Kurt wasn't so sure he should jump right back into schoolwork.

"I think you ought to rest," he suggested. "Tomorrow is Friday. You can get all your work done then and get your medicine refilled. It's almost ten o'clock, and I'm gonna have to go back to my room soon." Blaine stood up and sat back at his desk.

"I'll talk to my mom and see what she says. Thanks, Kurt, for helping me and being understanding about it. Just do me a favor and don't tell anyone about what's wrong with me, okay?" Kurt nodded hastily.

"Yeah, no, I won't tell," he stammered. "Let me know if you need anything else, okay?" Blaine nodded and thanked him again. Kurt left him alone to give him some privacy and talk to his mom. He didn't feel comfortable leaving him, but he felt like Blaine just wanted to be alone. Hopefully he would follow his advice and not go to class the next day. Sometimes it seemed like teachers purposefully assigned everything on the same night, and Kurt understood how stressful it could be. Blaine just handed it differently than he did. At least now that he was aware of his disorder he could be there to support him.

Author's Notes:

Like I said in one of my earlier chapters, I'm not very good at writing characters having panic attacks. I just don't know what it's like. So any critiques or criticism you have is fine!

But yeah, Blaine has an anxiety disorder and an irrational fear of failure. It's cute when he gets flustered, but Kurt didn't realize how bad it was until he actually collapsed.