"It feels good to get away from Dalton," Kurt confessed. "Midterms were way more stressful than they were at McKinley." Blaine opened the car door for him and put the picnic basket on the floorboard behind his seat. Seeing how stressed out Kurt had been, he decided to surprise him with a little picnic to celebrate spring break.
There was the courtyard at Dalton, but Blaine wanted to get away from the school, and he was sure he could say the same for Kurt. Blaine packed them a lunch of egg salad sandwiches, fruit salad, double chocolate brownies, and diet Coke for them to drink. He was proud that he made everything all by himself. Blaine had never excelled in cooking.
He drove to the park a couple of miles away from the school. It was beautiful and sunny out, but a little cold, so there weren't very many kids on the playground.
"I brought a blanket so we can sit on the ground, but we can sit at the picnic tables if you want," Blaine told him.
"Tables. It rained last night," Kurt reminded him. There were a few little kids screaming and running around on the jungle gym, and some birds chirped loudly in the trees. Blaine was glad to get to spend some alone time with Kurt. He'd gone back home every weekend for the last month, so they didn't get a chance to hang out a lot. And ever since the kiss before regionals, Blaine had been itching to take him out on a proper date. He couldn't afford to take him out to a nice restaurant, but he knew Kurt would like a picnic.
They talked about school and the Warblers a little bit, and Blaine was curious to hear about his family back in Lima. He let Kurt do a lot of the talking, until he started eating his food. Blaine asked him questions and tried to keep him engaged, but Kurt was unusually quiet. Blaine let him be, and they finished their food in silence. He hoped he hadn't made things awkward. Ever since he and Kurt kissed, he assumed they were dating. Was he wrong? Was that why Kurt was so quiet? Blaine felt embarrassed and silly, but he didn't say anything to Kurt about it.
"There's a bike trail down by the woods. Do you want to go walk around a little?" Blaine offered. Kurt smiled for a second, and then nodded.
"Okay," he said meekly. They got up, and Blaine reached out for his hand experimentally. Kurt linked his fingers through his, and Blaine smiled as they walked.
But something wasn't right. Kurt still wasn't talking, and even though Blaine wasn't going very fast at all, Kurt couldn't keep up with him.
"Is everything okay?" he asked him. He stood in front of him so he couldn't just keep walking.
"I'm fine," Kurt mumbled. "Come on." He tried to take a step, but Blaine put his hand on Kurt's chest.
"Tell me," he ordered. Kurt looked like he was about to cry. He pressed his hand over his mouth and his eyes watered up. "Kurt?" Kurt started suddenly, and doubled over, arms wrapped around his stomach. Blaine panicked and grabbed him by the shoulders to make sure he didn't fall over. "Whoa, it's okay, stand up. Kurt, tell me what's wrong."
He stood Kurt up straight again, and he really was crying by then. He looked pale as a ghost, and his breathing sounded kind of funny.
"It's nothing," Kurt said. "Can we go back to Dalton, please? I don't want to walk anymore." It was clear Kurt wasn't going to spill whatever was wrong with him, so Blaine sighed and led him back to his car. Kurt curled up in the passenger seat, still and silent. Blaine kept holding his hand, and he felt awful when Kurt squeezed it and moaned in pain.
"Can you tell me what's wrong now?" he asked him gently. Kurt closed his eyes and swallowed.
"'m 'llergic," he mumbled. "Eggs." It was a little hard to understand what he said, but then Blaine got it. He pulled over onto the side of the road and stared at Kurt, his eyes wide.
"Eggs? Oh gosh, we had egg salad. Kurt, why didn't you say something?" he asked. "Do you need to go to the emergency room? Are you going to be sick? Talk to me, I need to know so I can help you."
"I'm fine," he said, his head bobbing unsteadily. Blaine held it back against the headrest, growing more and more concerned. "It's not severe. No hospital. I just feel sick. Throat hurts. I can't breathe through my nose. 'll be okay." Blaine rubbed his upper arm and tried to figure out how to help him.
"What do you need? Do you need me to call your dad? Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" Kurt nodded and moaned again.
"I'm sure. I'll call my dad at Dalton. I just feel sick. It'll go away tomorrow," he said. Blaine took the blanket they were going to use for the picnic and draped it over him.
"There you go. Let me know if you think you're gonna be sick. I'll pull over," he told him. Kurt nodded again, and Blaine started to drive. He felt awful. He hadn't known, or else he obviously would've avoided the eggs. He still felt guilty, though, like he should've recognized that he was having an allergic reaction earlier. But it was too late. It had happened, and the only thing he could do was take him back to Dalton and help him get better.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt. I should've known," Blaine stammered out an apology. "I didn't know. How long will this last?"
"It's okay," Kurt murmured, his mouth barely moving. "I'll be better tomorrow. It's not your fault. I didn't want to make it awkward." Blaine frowned as he ran his thumb over the back of Kurt's hand.
"Kurt, a food allergy is serious, not awkward," he told him. "I would've understood if you would have just told me." Kurt kept apologizing for not saying anything and reassuring Blaine that it wasn't his fault that he didn't know, but he eventually fell silent about a mile away from the school. After what felt like forever, he pulled into the Dalton parking lot. He got as close as he could to Kurt's dorm so he wouldn't have to walk very far.
"Kurt, we're here," he said softly, unsure is he was asleep or not. Kurt moaned and opened his eyes. He looked sick and paler than before. He pressed his hand over his mouth and started breathing heavily. "What's wrong?" Kurt choked, and threw up. Blaine got worried, and he tried to help him however he could. "Oh. Oh, it's okay. You're okay, Kurt." Since he had the blanket over him it didn't get on his clothes. Blaine brushed his hair back with his fingers and tossed the blanket aside once he was done.
"Sorry," he huffed. "I'm sorry." Blaine could tell he was about to start crying. Even though he'd known Kurt for a few months, he still couldn't handle him crying.
"No no, it's okay. You don't feel good. Come on, you just have to walk back to your dorm," Blaine told him. "Sit tight. I'll help you." Blaine got out of the car and came around to Kurt's side. He helped him out and wrapped his arm around him as they walked. Kurt stayed doubled over, and threw up a second time in the grass. But finally, he got Kurt inside his room again. He took him over to his bed to lay down first.
"What do you need? Do you have medicine or something? Do you think you're going to throw up again?" he asked. Kurt was sweating, and his breathing was sounding worse.
"Benadryl," he said quickly. "Bathroom cabinet. Trashcan. Feel sick. Water?" Blaine felt his heart beating quickly, and he was seriously debating just taking Kurt to the hospital. But he went into the bathroom and got his medicine and the trashcan.
"Here you go," he said to him, setting the trashcan down. "It's right here if you think you'll be sick. I'll get you some water so you can take the medicine." Kurt nodded and curled up on his side. Blaine opened him a bottle of water and helped him sit up. "Come on, you can go to sleep once you take this." Kurt swallowed the pills and laid back down, completely exhausted. Blaine opened up his dresser drawers until he found his pajamas. "Can you change your clothes? Or do you just want to sleep?" Kurt let out a low whine and opened his eyes. "You can sleep after you change, I promise." Blaine went back out to his car to give Kurt some privacy while he changed his clothes, and he grabbed his phone and key to his room.
When he got back, Kurt was changed into his pajamas, and his clothes were strewn across the floor carelessly. Blaine tucked him in and sat on the bed with him until he started to snore. He knew he would be out for a while, so he scribbled him a note and left it on his nightstand. Blaine still wanted to keep an eye on him, so he put Kurt's phone by the note and told him in the note to call him when he woke up. Before he left, he pressed a kiss to the side of his head, and silently apologized to him one last time.
Author's Notes:
I love Klaine when they first start dating. Like, they have no clue what they're doing or what they're about to get into, but they're just so sweet and cute and they love each other so much.
And I'm well aware of the fact that I don't write allergic reactions very well at all. That and panic attacks. Like, I just can't. No matter how hard I try it comes out awkward and, well, bad. Please don't hate me, guys.