Kurt was glad he stayed back in Lima for regionals. It was good to see his dad again, and talking with Blaine was nice, too. Regionals were at McKinley again, so they didn't have to travel anywhere. Kurt missed getting to perform on the stage. He never really had solos, but it was still such a fun experience. He was always able to spot his dad in the audience clapping along to the music.

But those were just memories. As much as he wanted to perform with the group, it wasn't allowed, according to the Show Choir Rule Book. And up until a few days prior, his days were consumed with worrying about his dad's health. Thankfully, everything turned out okay. He was in remission, which basically meant he was cured from the cancer they had all been so worried about.

Kurt turned his focus back to the competition. Nationals were in Los Angeles, and with all the new members in the group, it was important to all of them to win. Some group called the Hoosierdaddies was up first. Kurt thought they ought to lose just because of the dumb name they had.

The minute the girl in the group started singing, Kurt got scared. Not scared of her, but scared because New Directions had no chance against her and her group of dancing boys. She was like Rachel Berry on steroids, and even that was an understatement. Kurt looked over at Blaine to see his reaction to her. He was in awe, and couldn't stop staring at her. They were some serious competition.

The rest of New Directions was in the choir room still getting ready, but Blaine and Kurt were in the wings of the stage to scope out the competition. They were amazing, to say the least.

In the middle of the song they had all these strobe lights and fancy effects. Kurt didn't care for them too much since the bright lights hurt his eyes. Some effects were okay, but strobe lights and all of that went a little too far. Kurt heard Blaine let out a little noise, and when he turned to look at him he had fallen to the ground. Kurt squatted besides him and instantly figured out what was wrong. His ex boyfriend wasn't just passed out, he was starting a seizure.

Kurt had been around him when he had one before, and he was scared out of his mind. He was at Blaine's house and they were watching a movie. Kurt had no idea what was happening to him and was about to call 911, but then his mom came in and reassured him that it was okay.

Kurt shook the memory away and focused on his ex boyfriend, who was beginning to convulse uncontrollably.

"No no, not now," he pleaded. "Please, come on, Blaine." He turned him onto his side like he was supposed to, unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt and loosened his tie.

Blaine had had photosensitive epilepsy since he was a kid, and thankfully Kurt knew learned about it after the first time so he could help him. He got seizures whenever he was around flashing lights or things like that. No one else was around backstage, but Kurt didn't need any help. It's not like anyone from New Directions knew how to treat a seizure. Besides, Blaine didn't want the rest of the glee club to know about his disorder, except for Mr. Shue.

Kurt kept his hand on his back and kept track of the time while still watching him and listening to his breathing. After witnessing one for the first time, Kurt did a lot of researched so he could be prepared for another one. An article he read said that it was only bad if it lasted for more than five minutes. Kurt tried to do his best to help him, but there wasn't much he could do. He heard Blaine breathing unevenly, and he let out a weak moan and whimpered occasionally.

Kurt didn't have any time to be scared. He was too busy watching the minutes tick by and making sure Blaine was still breathing.

"It's okay, it's okay," Kurt reassured both Blaine and himself. Blaine couldn't hear him, but he knew the seizures were scary for him. His body was stiff and rigid, and he couldn't control any of his muscles. It had been three minutes so far, and Blaine's body was slowly beginning to calm down and relax. Kurt rubbed his hand up and down his back so loosen up his muscles.

"It's okay," Kurt repeated. "Blaine? Can you hear me?" he was glad it was ending, but he still wasn't sure if he was okay. Blaine's body finally stilled and went limp. Kurt continued to rub his back and looked into his eyes as he regained consciousness.

"Kurt," he mumbled. It was hard for him to talk at first. "Did-did I black out?" Kurt moved his hand to his shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Yeah," he said gently. "You just had a little one. Three minutes. How are you feeling?" Blaine pushed himself up and Kurt helped him to his feet. He usually got over them pretty quickly.

"'m fine, he said, swaying dizzily. Kurt steadied him and kept his hand on his shoulder, just in case. "My head hurts a little. I'm okay." Kurt wasn't so sure. He definitely didn't need to be performing.

"You're gonna be okay," he told him. "Come on. We can go find your parents."

"No, I have to sing," he insisted. Kurt wasn't going to let him, and neither would Mr. Shue. Kurt took his hand and led him to the opposite side of the stage, where Mr. Shue was waiting with the group. Kurt whispered to the teacher what had happened so no one else would hear, and he agreed with Kurt. Blaine was most definitely not allowed to perform, and he told Kurt to take him to find his parents.

Blaine didn't seem to mind very much that he didn't get to sing. Kurt took him down to the auditorium and handed him off to his parents, explaining what had gone on. They were going to take him home right away, and Kurt couldn't go with him.

"Text me," Kurt told him before they walked away. "Okay? Text me after you've had some rest." Blaine nodded slowly, and looked at him funny. Kurt was glad it was over. If it had gone on any longer than five minutes, or if he hurt himself when he fell over, then there would be a problem too big for him to handle on his own.

But it was all over, and Blaine would be fine. He usually controlled his seizures with pills, but Kurt knew how bad he was at remembering to take them. He took a deep breath and went to sit by Santana to watch the New Directions perform. If he was lucky he could go see Blaine afterwards and be able to tell him that they won.

Author's Notes:

You guys I really likes the Hoosierdaddies' performance. Like they were so good.

Anyway. I tried to write this the best I could, I researched and all that stuff, so it should be pretty accurate, and you're free to correct me if it's not! I felt like the seizure itself was easy to explain and describe, it was sort of hard to write how Kurt would react. Because what would you do if your best friend dropped to the ground and passed out? That's kind of how I tried to write it.

I'm loving all the prompts I have from you guys, if you want to leave one just put it in a comment or ask me on Tumblr (gleeklaine01) and I'll write it!