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M'kay, I should point out that this is a bad reaction to pot, which will likely be exaggerated for literary purposes. Also I had to research this, because, whilst a similar thing has happened to me (food being spiked) I'm pretty sure it wasn't with pot. So feel free to let me know if there are any glaring inaccuracies. I'm just going by information from google ^_^ Also, Dalton is totally a boarding school in my mind. Look at it, just... how is it not?

"Finn...?"

The barely there whimper tore through Puck's words like a razor as Finn immediately darted into the kitchen to see to the source of the obviously distressed voice.

He was horrified by the sight that met him as he skidded round the door, clinging onto the frame to stop his socks from sliding him further forward on the cool linoleum floor. Kurt was clutching the marble of the kitchen counter as if it were the one thing in the world grounding him, his eyes wide and bloodshot, fixed firmly on the floor as if memorising its decorative motif. Kurt never had liked that floor, Finn found himself thinking distractedly.

He was snapped out of his reverie as Kurt's higher-than-normal-pitched voice quietly collided with his ears, "What did you do to me?" his voice was soft, yet accusing and hurt, as if he couldn't quite believe his brother would deliberately hurt him.

Finn stepped cautiously closer, fighting back the instinctive need to defend his own honour, despite the obvious state Kurt was in. He always did manage to bring out his defensive side, perhaps because he realised he couldn't stand it when Kurt was angry at him. But he quickly pushed those thoughts aside as he become conscious of the delicate tears cascading down his step-brother's face as he finally lifted his large, unfocused and disturbingly red eyes to rest uneasily upon him.

"Oh, God, Kurt." Finn gushed, rushing towards him, sliding again slightly but catching himself before he could barrel into him, making things ten times worse than they already were. It was as Kurt pulled away from him, losing his balance and sliding to the cold, unforgiving kitchen floor with his hands covering his ears, that Finn fully appreciated that Kurt wasn't angry. No, this was worse. It was betrayal. He wasn't in control anymore. And Finn knew that if there was one thing that made Kurt uncomfortable, it was a lack of control in...anything. Whether it was over the new interior designing of the kitchen (of which Kurt still stood by the opinion that it was absolutely horrendous) or his father's health (which he had established some control over by planning his diet with military precision and execution), Kurt found comfort in knowing that he could do something about it if it made him uncomfortable.

And Finn had allowed this to be taken from him.

He gaped down at his brother in shock, not honestly knowing what to do about the whole situation, as Kurt seemed to become more and more unhinged, rocking against the cupboard with his eyes screwed shut and his ears covered by his trembling hands, "The room's spinning...make it stop! Make it stop!" he was whimpering. Finn covered his mouth with his own shaking palm and turned to look as footsteps hurried through the door behind him.

"Shit!" he heard Sam swear at the sight of Kurt, huddled in the corner of two counter islands, still shaking and sobbing. He hurried past Finn who had apparently frozen in horror at the sight in front of him and gently lifted Kurt's face away from his knees where he had curled himself into an upright ball, "Kurt?"

Kurt was trying to pull his face away, losing his balance more than once and relying on Sam to pull him back upright, "Where's my dad?" he begged, still trying to pull away, his eyes rolling lazily across the length of the kitchen, not really focusing on anything, "Everything looks weird. Where's my dad?" he was growing more panicked with every word, "Where am I? Oh, God."

Sam released his face and allowed Kurt to bury his face back in his knees. He backed away slowly and turned back to Mike, Artie and Puck who were waiting cautiously in the doorway, "Someone needs to call Burt."

"No way!" Finn and Puck protested at the same time.

"Are you serious right now?" Artie demanded incredulously, rolling further into the kitchen, "Look at him."

"Dude, his dad will murder us, like, seriously, murder us." Puck argued, looking at Kurt with wide eyes, "'Sides, it was supposed to loosen him up. Who the hell has a pot cookie and loses it like this?"

"But he wants his dad, you guys." Sam retorted, looking back at Kurt, frowning, "Actually, at this rate, I think we should call an ambulance before calling Mr. Hummel."

Apparently oblivious to everything else being said, the word 'ambulance' seemed to cut through Kurt's drug induced haze of screaming lights and bright sounds, as his already erratic breathing sped up even further, "No!" he shrieked, making all the boys in the room jump and spin back towards him, "No hospital. Just want my dad. Please don't hurt me. My dad will stop it. Please."

The only sound in the room for a long moment was Kurt's sobbing laced with incoherent babbling as he gazed around the room straight past the New Directions and at various sights and sounds in the room that only he could see, eyes squinting past the heavy dryness that made him want to close his lids. Only, as some vaguely logical part of his brain told him, if this is what he could see and taste in the kitchen, God only knew what was hiding behind and inside his eyelids. There would be no escape then.

"Blaine." Finn suddenly said, snapping his fingers. "He won't let me near him and I'm his brother. Blaine'll know what to do."

Blaine Anderson was having a pretty crap day. Like, seriously. It was one of those days where everything that could go wrong went wrong. One of those days when one says to themselves, "Well at least things can't get any worse" to a previously blue sky before a thundercloud suddenly formats above them and drenching them with a random, freezing downpour of the most unwelcome rain since... well ever. He couldn't even be bothered to come up with some clever simile to describe how crap the rain had been. Because that had happened to him.

It had all started at exactly 9:52 that morning. Blaine had just rolled out of bed and was reaching for his cell phone to double check his reservations at Breadstix he had made to surprise Kurt on their two month anniversary (a little precocious maybe, but he couldn't help but spoil his boyfriend) when Jeff had torn into his room, crying not so delicately and sniffing in a rather disgusting manner whilst attempting to wipe at his nose with his sleeve. Blaine couldn't help but grimace at the sight of him, before he was being pulled into a messy hug, with his friend sobbing noisily (and wetly) into his bare shoulder. Of all the days not to wear a t-shirt to bed.

But still, concern had overcome his personal hygiene and he sat Jeff down on his bed, gripped his hands in what he hoped was a comforting, grounding manner and asked him, very sincerely, what was wrong. He didn't even bother finding a shirt to make himself more decent. Whatever had Jeff this upset was obviously more important than him covering up his chest.

As it had turned out, Jeff's girlfriend had just dumped him. By text. For a girl. Blaine winced as Jeff told him that part, knowing it had to sting, especially as Jeff had concluded in a sad and lost little voice, "I was just her... beard" which would have been fairly amusing in its adorableness has Jeff's face not screwed up once more as he buried his face back in Blaine's shoulder.

They had sat there for a few minutes, with Blaine's thumb rubbing soothingly in Jeff's blonde hair until he calmed down enough so that only a few sniffled escaped every so often when... disaster.

His door had burst open once more (he seriously needed to remember to lock the stupid thing) revealing Kurt who was wearing a huge beam as he happily proclaimed, "Surprise!" before taking in the scene in front of him with a "Blaine?" in a tone that rivalled Jeff's own.

And suddenly Blaine realised how this had to look. His shirtless boyfriend with a blonde boy wrapped around him, on his bed, on a Saturday when Kurt was usually back in Lima.

An impressive amount of expressions passed Kurt's face in a matter of seconds – shock, sadness, anger, betrayal – before he turned on his heel without another word, dropping an envelope in the doorway as he stormed quickly away down the corridor.

Blaine cursed uncharacteristically and unwrapped himself from Jeff who was looking after Kurt with a shocked and guilty expression as Blaine ran after him, frantically.

"Kurt!" he panted as he drew nearer, "Kurt. It wasn't what you-"

"Wasn't what I thought?" he snapped as he spun round on his booted heel. Blaine nodded helplessly, "Oh and what was I supposed to think? Seeing you in there, half naked with a boy who I'm still fairly convinced dyes his hair and is most likely gay. And on our anniversa-" he was cut off by an involuntary sob, "I thought I meant more than that, Blaine."

And with that he ran out the entrance to the school with Blaine following quickly, but not quite fast enough as Kurt pulled out of the parking lot and onto the busy road beyond. Blaine groaned in frustration and threw his head back to look at the sky as he allowed the feeling to wash over him.

It would be fine, he was frantically re-assuring himself, everything would be fine once Kurt had got it out of his system. After getting home, giving everyone there the cold shoulder and a patented bitch glare and maybe self-indulgently eat something sugary that he would normally avoid, almost as an act of defiance. Then he'd sit down and think it through and call, or at least answer one, of what would probably be many, of Blaine's calls.

"It's not even our anniversary 'til tomorrow!" he told the clouds angrily. They had responded with an ear-splitting clap of thunder and a shot of freezing cold rain. "Really?" he had growled up at them before running back inside the school and trudging dejectedly back to his room, almost stepping on the envelope left on the floor as Jeff stood stock still, exactly where he had left him. He sighed at him, before bending over and picking up whatever Kurt had left on the floor.

He opened it with shaky fingers and finally let out a slightly panicked sob as he realised what had happened. Inside was a card for their anniversary. Either he or Kurt had gotten the date wrong – he was under the impression it was the next day and Kurt had obviously figured it was today, driving up to Dalton without making plans in order to surprise him, just as Blaine had done with his dinner reservations. And he had walked in, happy as anything and excited to see and surprise him, maybe wake him up with feather sweet kisses across his cheek – or a pillow to the face, depending on his mood – only to see what he most likely thought was his boyfriend cheating on him. On what was possibly their anniversary.

This time Blaine found himself burrowing into Jeff's shoulders as if seeking a way out of the mess that had become his life by 10:01 on a Saturday morning.

It was about to get much messier by 12:43, when he was finally dressed and sitting miserably on the edge of his bed, staring sadly at the card that Kurt had left, re-reading the message inside for what had to be around the five hundred and thirty sixth time.

Blaine,
You probably think it's kind of weird that I'm making such a fuss over us being together two months, but you deserve the attention. You make me so happy, Blaine. I never thought I ever could be again, but then you came along and became my teenage dream. I sound like a complete sap, but I only hope one day I can make you as happy as you make me.

So here's to our two month anniversary (I even feel silly writing that). Here's to many more of them!
Kurt x

P.S: Keep 8:00 free, I've made reservations somewhere that's totally not Breadstix. Actually, this is Lima, I can't even pretend there's anywhere else to go.

Oh, Kurt, Blaine had thought, fighting back the urge to release more tears, You already have made me so happy.

He was struck with the sudden realisation that unless he fixed this, Kurt really would think he had cheated on him and he'd lose him before he ever truly had him.

His arm shot out lightening fast to grip his phone and call the number he already knew off by heart only to stop, fumbling, halfway through dialling as he was interrupted by an incoming call. His heart leapt at the caller I.D: Kurt.

"Kurt!" he answered after the first ring, almost dropping the phone in his haste, "Kurt, thank God you called. I'm so..."

"Blaine?"

He frowned. That wasn't his Kurt. Kurt's voice was high and melodious and made Blaine's heart flutter pathetically every single time he heard it, especially when he said his name with that loving, almost dreamlike tone, almost as if he couldn't quite believe he was talking to him, "Who is this?"

"It's Finn..."

Blaine's frown deepened. Finn? Why was Kurt's step-brother calling him? Unless... his heart constricted with panic, his blood running cold and his cheeks burning, "Is Kurt ok? What's happened?"

He could practically sense Finn rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he pieced together how to tell Blaine what was going on. As for Blaine, he found himself perched on the edge of his mattress, like some odd parody of Pavarotti (God rest his tiny, tiny, little soul) fighting the urge to nibble on the skin around his fingers in anticipation. Just as he was about to snap and tell Finn to get on with it, Finn finally spoke.

"Kurt needs you, dude. Can you get down here?"

Blaine didn't need asking twice.

According to my google search of awesome, symptoms of someone reacting badly to pot include: Feeling "stoned",distorted perception, vivid sights, vivid sounds, dry mouth, dry eyes, clumsiness, poor co-ordination, lack of awareness of time passing, anxiety, fear of dying, panic attack, hallucinations, paranoia, confusion, vomiting, psychosis, red eyes. I'll apologise now for any inaccuracies (: (And that includes spelling and grammar too. No beta!)