"Remind me again why we agreed to this?" Kurt said when Blaine answered the door.
Sam had eagerly suggested that he, Quinn, Kurt and Blaine should all go on a double date one day in Glee Club, and Kurt had reluctantly agreed to speak to Blaine about it - who, typically, thought it was a great idea.
"Because S-S-S-S-Sam is m-m-my b-b-b-best f-f-friend," Blaine said. "And it'll b-b-b-be f-f-f-f-fun."
Kurt sighed. "Whatever you say," He said, smiling a little at his boyfriend. "You look amazing, by the way."
"Thank y-y-you," Blaine smiled, finally leaving the house and closing the door behind him. "S-s-so d-d-do y-you."
Kurt smiled, pressing a kiss to Blaine's lips. "Come on," He said, holding his hand out for Blaine. "Let's get this over with."
They made their way to Breadstix and found Quinn and Sam already sitting at a booth. Blaine slid in next to Sam while Kurt sat next to Quinn, his foot brushing against Blaine's under the table. Blaine and Quinn had already met at the picnic, so Blaine wasn't as nervous as he usually would be, but it was still obvious that he needed to get comfortable.
"So, you guys have literally been best friends since birth?" Quinn asked.
"Pretty much," Sam smiled. "Our moms have been friends since they were kids, so we were kind of brought up together."
"W-w-we used t-t-t-t-to h-h-hide in S-S-Sam's t-t-t-t-t-treehouse and our m-moms would g-g-get m-m-mad at us." Blaine laughed.
"That's so cute." Kurt laughed.
"Do you remember the time you slipped down the ladder and landed in that huge pile of mud?" Sam asked, eliciting laughter from Kurt and Quinn and groan from Blaine.
"S-s-s-stop it."
"Blaine, honey, you fell in a lake and my dad had to carry you out - I think we're well past the point of you getting embarrassed in front of me."
"Y-y-you g-guys s-s-s-s-s-suck." Blaine pouted.
The waitress came over a while later to take their orders. Everybody ordered what they wanted and then it was Blaine's turn...
"Um...t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t -" Blaine could feel his throat closing up and tears welling in his eyes. He clenched his eyes shut and gripped onto the menu as hard as he possibly could.
Worriedly, Kurt reached out and held his hand as best he could, running his thumb over his knuckles, when he saw a tear fall from Blaine's eye.
"Could you give us a minute, please?" Sam asked the waitress, rubbing Blaine's back gently. She nodded and walked away, giving the teens some space.
"Is he okay?" Kurt asked Sam, who was prying the menu out of Blaine's hands.
"He's having a panic attack," Sam said, just as Blaine burst into tears and his breathing became frantic. "Hey, hey, hey," Sam said gently. "Shh, you're okay." He continued, rubbing Blaine's back.
"Should I get help or something?" Quinn asked.
Sam shook his head. "That'll just make him worse," He replied. "Shh, Blaine. Look at me," He said, trying to lift his head a little. Blaine scrunched his face up and turned his head away, his hands fisting into the material of his shirt. "Look at me," He said gently. Blaine finally gave in and turned his head a little, opening his eyes as much as he could with tears pouring out. "You need to breathe, okay? Deep breaths," He said, breathing deeply as an example. Blaine began to copy his friend, his tears stopping and his breathing evening out. "Here." He said, giving Blaine his water. Blaine lowered the glass after a few sips and brought a shaky hand up to wipe his eyes.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, all but freaking out.
Blaine nodded, putting the glass back on the table and sinking into the embrace of his best friend. Kurt smiled a little as Sam wrapped his arm around Blaine and allowed him to lean against him. Sam picked up a menu and showed it to Blaine, quietly asking him what he wanted to order. Blaine pointed to something and Sam nodded, putting the menu back on the table, ordering for him when the waitress came back.
Blaine was still silent as Kurt drove him home later that evening, until he pulled up outside Blaine's house and he unplugged his seatbelt, leaning across to hug the blue-eyed teen.
"I'm s-s-s-s-s-s-sorry," Blaine mumbled. "I know I f-f-freaked y-y-you out t-t-t-t-t-tonight."
"It's okay," Kurt replied, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. "It's not your fault anyway. I'm just glad you're okay."
Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's lips, staying there for a few moments before pulling away and rubbing his nose against his boyfriends'. "I love y-y-y-y-you."
"I love you too," Kurt smiled. "You should get inside. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay." Blaine replied, pressing one last kiss to Kurt's lips before leaving the car, giving Kurt a cute little wave when he reached his front door. Kurt waved back and waited until Blaine was inside before making his way home.