Hey guys. I apologise for the obscenely long time this took to update. I don't really have an excuse other than I got kind of terrified of writing Kurt and getting it wrong, so I hid for a while...Also, just a question: There was less response to the previous chapter than the first chapter and whilst I'm not really fussed over the numbers (Ten's my happy number and you guys exceeded that), I'm just worried maybe you guys didn't enjoy it as much? Seriously, let me know how I improve the story for you, the readers

ALSO: Apologies for the pagebreak failure that is my life. I'm going to start putting x's in as a pagebreak as much as it kills me because SUCKS AND REMOVES SYMBOLS. Also, I spelt sporadic wrong. Yeah. I cringe seeing it. There are also a few stupid mistakes in the previous chapter, but as I said, working alone here, so I'll apologise for that too, because I know how irritating it is and the effect it has on the 'flow' of the prose. I'll do better this time (hopefully). Aaand I'm guessing you guys go by km/h rather than mph when driving, right? Because if Blaine were going 100mph… well, I doubt his car even could do 100mph, tbh.

EDIT: I came up with an excuse as to why this took so long! I saw Glee Live and Darren Criss at the Garage (where I totally met Joe Walker) and my mind was too blown to write! There!)

xxx (sob)

It took Blaine just under an hour to make the normally two hour drive from Westerville to Lima. Looking back, he would be amazed at how he got away with that many traffic violations without losing his license/being arrested/killing something as he skipped every red light he could with relative safety, and his speed dial flirting constantly with triple digits as he sped towards the Hudmel household. He mentally cursed Finn yet again for not telling him what was actually going on, but if it were that bad and Kurt were hurt in some way, surely for all his shortcomings in intelligence, Finn would think to at least call an ambulance right? And Blaine was currently speeding towards his house, not a hospital. That had to be a good sign, right? He nibbled his lip as he pulled into the driveway.

"Kurt? Finn?" he yelled as he banged on the front door relentlessly until someone he vaguely recognised from New Directions at Rachel's party opened it. That night really was just a blur.

"Blaine, right?" The blonde boy asked, looking a little grim, "Er, I'm Sam. Come in."

Blaine practically steamrolled past him, removing his scarf and throwing it at the foot of the stairs, "Kurt?" he called frantically, "Sam, what's going on?"

Sam nervously rubbed the back of his neck, "Um. Kurt's in the kitchen. Don't freak out, okay."

Blaine almost freaked out at that statement alone, "What do you mean, don't freak out? What's wrong with him?"

Sam was silent, still looking incredibly awkward, and maybe a little wary that Blaine was about to start throwing punches. Blaine ignored him and skidded round the kitchen doorframe to find the rest of the New Directions' boys scattered around the kitchen, keeping a safe distance from Kurt who still hadn't moved from his corner. Finn came up to greet him, looking as nervous as Sam.

"Finn, what's wrong?" Blaine asked quietly, alarmed at the state of his boyfriend who was attempting to hide in his knees.

Finn looked at him a little desperately, "I told them not to, I swear!" he babbled in a panic, "But Puck said it would make him loosen up and…"

Blaine cut him off, eyes wide, "What did you give him?"

"It was Puck…"

"What did you give him?" Blaine interrupted fiercely, holding up a hand to stop Finn's attempt to excuse himself.

A muscular looking guy with a mohawk stepped forward, his hands slung casually in his jeans pockets. He too was at Rachel's party. This had to be Puck. "It's no big deal," he shrugged, looking a little weirded out at all the drama, "It's just pot. He's so freaking uptight."

Blaine's eyes widened, "Marijuana? And you didn't think to just ask him just exactly why he was so uptight instead of getting him high?"

"He said he was upset about you, man," Puck retorted defensively, "So don't go acting like you're some hero in all this."

Blaine ignored the fleeting stab of guilt, before kneeling carefully in front of Kurt, hesitantly cupping his chin in his hands, peering intently into his misty, bloodshot eyes, "How much did you give him?" he demanded, looking rather horrified, jumping up to face Puck properly.

Puck shrugged, looking at the floor and shuffling a booted foot to and fro on the tiles, "I dunno. More than normal, I guess. We just wanted to get more buzzed."

Finn looked a little disgusted, "And you were gonna feed that to all of us?"

Puck shrugged again, "It's no big deal."

"No big deal?" Blaine exclaimed, "Look at him."

"Everyone gets buzzed at som..."

He was cut off by Blaine's fist connecting with the side of his mouth. It was more of a reflex from Blaine's anger than meant to cause real damage, as Puck barely flinched away, but did automatically square up to the shorter boy defensively before Sam pulled him back, dragging him out into the hallway.

"Blaine?"

Blaine skidded back to his knees in front of his boyfriend as Kurt's voice caught his undivided attention once more. Gently cupping his face in his hand like before, Blaine peered intently into his eyes, willing for him to find at least some semblance of reality in his eyes, "Kurt? Sweetheart, are you with me?"

Kurt locked eyes with him momentarily before his blue irises wandered once more, focusing on some point over Blaine's shoulder at some point near the wall.

"Kurt," Blaine pressed, rubbing a thumb across his tear-stained cheek, "I need to get you-"

Blaine was cut off by an ear-piercing shriek as Kurt's already wide eyes further enlarged dramatically, still staring at the spot of nothing straight ahead of him, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no..." he muttered frantically, eyes still ever-growing, "No, no, no, leave me alone! Go away!"

Blaine forced Kurt's chin back towards him, wrenching his eye line back to his own, their faces mere millimetres from one another. Blaine repeated Kurt's name in a level tone until his eyes stopped wandering back to whatever horror he thought he was seeing and remained locked upon his own.

"Kurt, listen to me." Blaine said firmly, once again jerking Kurt's chin back to face him, "Listen. Whatever you're seeing isn't real. I promise. It'll go away soon."

Kurt gave a choked off sob and let his head fall into the crook of Blaine's neck and began to compulsively grip at the back of his shoulders, as if he were trying to hide away once more. It wasn't until Blaine heard Kurt's choked sobs turn into full-on choking and borderline hyperventilation as he struggled to get enough air in that he realised his fear was turning into a full blown panic attack. This way getting way too out of hand.

"Everybody out." Blaine hissed, gesturing with his free hand behind him in order to avoid startling or dislodging Kurt.

Judging by the trudging sound of reluctant footsteps, Blaine had liked to have thought that they all respected his wishes and Kurt's well-being enough to leave them to it.

Blaine gently pushed Kurt back to lean against the counter behind him, returning his hands to his face, ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach at the feel of Kurt's clammy skin and trembling hands that sprung up to clutch at his arms.

"Kurt, listen to me, baby," Blaine tried and failed somewhat at keeping his voice calm and level, the tremor in his own voice betraying how scared he truly was, "Kurt, it's okay. It's just a drug, it'll go away soon, I promise."

But his words seemed to pass through with no effect. Kurt was shaking his head fiercely, his grip on Blaine's arms tightening still as he struggled to draw in more than a few choked off wheezes for air, his eyes massive with panic as he realised he couldn't breathe.

"Kurt," Blaine took to stroking Kurt's cheeks in a rhythmic motion, attempting to ground him somewhat, "Focus on my voice, okay? Breathe in."

It took several repetitions of that simple request before Kurt began to comply, his overwhelming need to draw breath outweighing the overwhelming sense of roar fear.

"Ok, good, and out."

Blaine continued these instructions, thumbs stroking away his boyfriend's tears in time with his instructions to breathe in and out until Kurt's breaths finally began to even out and his head began to lower itself back to Blaine's shoulder out of sheer exhaustion and in an attempt to sought out some comforting presence through the haze of drugs and leftover fear.

Blaine felt Kurt's hands leave his arms and he raised one of his own hands to brush lightly at the back of his head, before cupping it firmly, rubbing his thumb through the short strands as he pressed closer, trying to swallow down his own panic. He vaguely recognised the uncomfortable tear tracks upon his own cheeks, drying into Kurt's already sweat matted hair.

"It's going to be okay," he muttered into Kurt's ear, rocking him gently, "You're going to be okay."

xxx

Anon: Thank you! Here you go!
januaryfreeze92: Thank you so much! And that sucks D: I'm sorry that happened to you too. I might incorporate it actually if you're willing and up for it. The worst off out of my friends happened to be someone who threw up at three in the morning and three of us lost our voice for some reason. Personally, I was ridiculously hungry with a weird craving for Pot Noodle. Yeah. I don't even like Pot Noodle that much. But yeah, I love the idea of Blaine having him sleep it off (SNUGGLEZ!) and Kurt still freaking out a little. You are awesome. :D And yes! Poor Jeff! He's honestly one of my favourites, and definitely my favourite Warbler, excluding Blaine. I think he's only had one line? ('Six'). He needs his own show.
ilovehappiness: LOL thank you! Happy dances are awesome. I'm glad this fic deserved one :P
VirginiaGiver: Oh I figured that it was, you didn't say either way :P But no, I meant it sounded similar in the sense that you had issues with the bushes, I had issues with the doorway of a tent :P But you're welcome anyway lol thanks for reviewing.
Spice Of Life: Man, that sounds… frightening o.O You know, thank you for sharing that because I'm beginning to think maybe I didn't quite get the reaction just quite intense enough – I tried to convey a sense of detachment from reality with the idea of mixing his senses and being reluctant to close his eyes, but I never really realised just how intense it can be, especially as I'm told actually eating it makes it more intense than smoking it .Like you said, thoughts literally becoming branches of a tree. It's quite difficult to imagine really, but I hope I'm doing okay :P And the pot's laced? With what? Oh my naivety….
TranquilityofPassion: Thank you so much! Apologies for the wait! I had my final AS paper on tuesday which I knew literally nothing about, so this had to go a little on hold! Here's more :P
bree tennyson: Thanks for reviewing! Here's more (:
NikiGrace: Thank you! And, erm, if I see it around, I'll give it a go :P
Kurtsiegirl: Ahh! Thank you!
iHamster: Thank you! Sorry about the obscenely long wait for this chapter. This doesn't really have weak!Kurt per se, but we will have sleepy, still-a-little-high, not-mad-but-sad-at-Blaine!Kurt in the next chapter with D:!Blaine!
XxTypoMasterxX: I know right :/
lily: Trololol nice and to the point there :D Here's an update for you

Not massively happy with this chapter, but the next one should be better. One word: SNUGGLEZ.