(A/N): Why hello there! What a nice surprise it is to see you! :D

Sorry, my head hurts. :/ Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's definitely the longest so far; maybe a little less than double what last chapter was. So, yay for me?

Also, I apologize in advance for the wording of some sentences. We've been doing Shakespeare in Lit class and my brain has been wired for Shakespearean syntax. :(

Oh, and I'm answering a question someone asked me in the bottom A/N, so check there if ya want. :)

This also would've been posted about 2 or 3 hours earlier, but Microsoft Word decided to be a poopface and almost not save this file. :O And then the internet was like "Yeah, I'm not going to work quickly. DEAL!"

Yeah.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, it would NEVER end and NO ONE would EVER leave and it would go on FOREVER. (I'm really upset about this, if you can't tell).

Chapter 5:

Just a Migraine

-:-Blaine-:-

Kurt really was wonderful.

It was really surprising how fast we became friends, seeing how closed off he is to basically anyone else. He doesn't really talk to people, or even meet their eyes. Those beautiful eyes are too often downcast, which lessens the time I spend falling into their depths. It also lessens the chance of him noticing. Anyways, Kurt's just shy. But there's really more to him than his cold exterior.

I mean, Kurt's the most amazing friend ever. He's there for you when you need him, yet he's not overbearing. He can give you good advice without sounding like a know-it-all. But best of all, he's just there for me to talk to. That's all I've really needed. I know I have Wes and David, or even Nick and Jeff if I wanted to talk to those who 'understood', but something just felt right with him. With Kurt. Whether it be a serious conversation or playful banter.

Like now. We were discussing, or more like arguing. Who was better: Lady Gaga or Katy Perry?

"Gaga all the way!" Kurt said as we sat down to lunch, lifting one hand up with a smirk.

"Katy Perry!" I protested. "She's done things no one could dream of doing."

Kurt chuckled breathily. "Yeah, except the woman herself: Gaga."

I sighed, shaking my head. "No Kurt, you don't understand…" And then I launched into a positively riveting tale of Katy Perry and her many achievements. "And she—"

"Uh, Blaine," Kurt interjected, smirking. "Your fangirl is showing."

I swatted at him playfully, my eyebrows creasing slightly when I noticed the way he tensed up just in the slightest. I brushed those thoughts away, playing it off as an eye trick. He seemed fine now, after all.

Our care-free chat continued on for the next ten minutes, Kurt supporting Gaga while I steadfastly backed Katy Perry. She is a legend, in the end.

Then Kurt suddenly looked away from me, blinking rapidly. He reached his hand up to rub at his eyes, an irritated sigh escaping his lips.

"Kurt?" I asked. "Is everything okay?"

"Headache." He grunted, but he still wouldn't stop pressing his hands against his eyes. He then stood up suddenly and walked away, muttering something about the nurse's office.

My eyebrows furrowed. I hoped he would be okay. I watched as he expertly weaved in and out of the crowds of people, his hand still mostly covering his eyes, until he disappeared behind the heavy wooden cafeteria doors. Huh. He was good at that.

I sighed. Well, I was alone now. I let my eyes wonder, simply roving around the familiar décor. My eyes came to rest on the table in front of me. Oh. Kurt never ate any of his lunch. His salad sat untouched on the opposite end of the table. That worried me even more. He really should have gotten some food into him. He was already so tiny.

My thoughts then drifted to what had just happened. It was so sudden. Kurt hadn't shown any signs of discomfort before that, unless I had just overlooked them. That could be the case, because I could be so oblivious sometimes. But still, something felt out of place.

He also seemed kind of… stiff today. Sore, almost. He breathed a bit shallower. Maybe he hurt himself while practicing for dance? I quickly convinced myself that of course, that made perfect sense. What else could have happened, anyways?

I was broken out of my thoughts when the dull roar of voices lifted into a crescendo. Time to go already?

I cleared up the table and headed to my next class, hoping to see Kurt there, having just taken an ibuprofen or Advil or something and smiling as I sat down.

-:-Kurt-:-

It was such a nice conversation. I was enjoying myself for once. And then my eyes had to go and ruin it.

We were debating the pros and cons of Katy Perry versus Lady Gaga. It was so lighthearted, so simple, so mindless. I didn't have to think too much into it. I didn't have to worry about messing everything up again. I could just be.

But then I felt the subtle twitch of my eyelid, warning me of its intended actions. Hoping it was just a one time little thing, I continued talking. Then it got worse. And suddenly the dull lighting in the cafeteria was blinding.

I turned my head away, pressing my hands against my eyes. Damn it! I let out an irritated sigh as the muscles in my stupid eyes got worked up, twitching with spasms.

I faintly heard Blaine ask if I was alright. I didn't want him to get too suspicious, so I grumbled something about a headache and headed for the nurse's office.

I walked through the corridors as quickly as I could. Lunch was nearing its end, and the sooner I got the meds in me, the sooner they would work and I would be perfectly fine when I walked into the French room.

I pushed opened the door to the nurse's office. A pretty young lady looked up from where she was filling out some paperwork at a desk. "Can I help you?"

Rubbing my eyes one last time, I squinted down at her through the harsh lighting. "Yes, I'm Kurt Hummel. You should have medication on file for me?"

She shot me a small smile and a "Hold on one second, please." as she rifled through a drawer in a file cabinet on her left.

My hands went back to my eyes, trying to block out the light that was causing spots in my vision. My head pounded mercilessly, making it hard for me to focus and halting my racing train of thought. I started my little routine to help calm the twitching muscles. I massaged my temples, widening the pressure until it spanned out over my forehead and down to the corners of my eyes. I swiped my fingers across my eyelids, pressing for a second, before pushing at the bridge of my nose. Calming. Soothing. Breathing.

She gave a little noise of assent when she found it, which quickly turned to confusion as she turned the empty bottle over in her hands. "It seems were out, dear."

Calming exercises forgotten, my head shot up. "What?" I demanded, before my face crumpled into a grimace. Damned light.

"We're out of the medication for you." She repeated, holding up the empty bottle. "I'm sorry."

"God damn it!" I burst out, turning away from her frightened face. She opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off. "I'm sorry! I…I'm sorry." I said with a tight lipped smile. Yelling thay loudly really really hurt my ribs. "I need that medication and that's not the best news I could have gotten at the moment. " I apologized.

She nodded sympathetically. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" She asked.

"No, thanks." I said, before turning on my head and leaving, my eyes still spazzing, my head pounding, and the lights overwhelming.

I hoped with everything I had left in me that this problem would miraculously disappear by the time my feet reached the threshold of the French classroom. But I had no such luck.

I held back a groan. The lights in this room were even brighter than the ones in the hall. Curse this school's abundant funding. I covered my eyes to dull the searing pain in my retinas.

I squinted behind the cover of my hand as I made my way to Ms. Belle's desk. She looked up at me, her pleasant smile quickly changing to one of concern. "Kurt! Sont ce que ça va?" ("Kurt, are you alright?")

I shook my head as I replied in a whisper. My head was about to explode. "Non, mes yeux…" ("No, my eyes…")

She gently placed a hand on my shoulder, and I had to keep myself from stiffening at her touch. I liked her, I reminded myself; she was my favorite teacher. She wouldn't hurt me.

You never thought you father would, either! A voice in my head hissed. I shook my head to clear it of these thoughts. I didn't need to linger on things like that.

I almost missed her reply. "D'accord, je comprends. Voulez-vous poser votre tête sur le bureau pendant la classe?" ("Okay, I understand. Would you like to lay your head down on the desk during class?")

"Oui. Merci beaucoup." I replied, sliding gratefully into my seat and resting my head into the crook of my arms. I adjusted myself until the sounds were muffled and the light was blocked. There; peace.

Until I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I gasped in surprise as my head jerked up. I choked back a moan at the instant return of the beating in my head and the blazing burn in my eyes. Not the mention the blinding, sharp jab of pain from my ribs, causing spots in my vision. When my vision cleared, I saw Blaine looking at me with creased eyebrows.

"Kurt, are you okay?"

"M' fine." I responded half-heartedly, dropping my head back into my hands and resigning myself to a long day.

-:-Blaine-:-

I simply could not focus. At all.

How could I? My best friend was in obvious pain next to me, and here I was, forced to conjugate irregular verbs when I could be figuring out what was wrong and doing everything I could to help. Because that's what friends do.

I forced myself to try to read the words on the page in front of me. I racked my brain as I translated the directions. Conjugate the given verb… blah, blah, finish the sentence. Okay, whatever.

Just as I picked up my pencil, my eyes strayed to Kurt. Poor Kurt. His head was tucked into his arms that formed a sort of cocoon around his head. He had hardly moved from this position since I had entered the room and class began. Ms. Belle seemed to know what was going on, because she didn't comment.

After her short lecture, she stopped by Kurt and leant over to whisper to him. He gave a tiny nod in response, as well as a whispered "Merci."

She rested her hand gently on his shoulder with a small smile and returned to her desk. My eyes went back to the tiny boy, whose pale skin shone in the fluorescent lighting. I wanted so badly to reach over, hug him, hold him, pet his hair until it was all better, kiss all the pain away…

I halted my thoughts there. Whoa. Uncharted territory, that was. I forced my brain back on French, and worked until the bell rang for the end of class… I promise, I did. I did not keep stealing glances at him, or let my thoughts drift to memories of that lithe body moving gracefully in dance, those eyes sparkling those few times he smiled. No, not at all.

When the bell did finally ring, I sighed and packed up my things. I looked over; Kurt hadn't moved. The room was almost half empty. He looked like he was sleeping, but I couldn't be sure. Just as I was debating whether or not to wake him, he lifted his head with a small groan and a grimace.

"Kurt?" I asked hesitantly. "Are you… are you sure you're okay enough to go to classes?"

He sucked in a slow breath, covering his eyes with his hands yet again. "Y-yeah, I'm fine."

I was still worried, but there wasn't anything else I could do. So I just kept a closer eye on him as we made our way to our math lesson. I walked close enough to him that our arms brushed, just in case. He seemed to sway on his feet a bit, like he was about to fall over. "Kurt?" I demanded.

"Dizzy." He whispered as he rubbed furiously at his temples. "Just dizzy." He sighed.

I made sure he was settled into his seat before I even though of anything else. I looked around the room for Mr. Keller, seeing him standing dauntingly at the door. I glanced back over to Kurt. He had his head back down. I frowned. Something didn't feel right.

"Alright, class." Mr. Keller said briskly as he closed the door the second the bell rang, locking it with a sharp click. "Trigonometric functions." He wrote the words on the board. "How many are there, Mr. Anderson?"

"Six." I replied, not completely focused on him. My eyes darted to the side once, checking on Kurt. His head was still down. The teacher followed my gaze. Oops.

"Mr. Hummel." Mr. Keller said pompously. "Am I boring you already?"

"N-no, sir." He replied, lifting his head a little bit.

"Then why don't you lift your head?" He snapped, turning back towards the board. "So, Hummel. Can you name the six functions?"

Kurt sighed, and sat up fully, his forehead creased in pain, his eyes squinting, and his mouth in a tight line. "Sine, Cosine, Tangent, Cosecant, Secant, and Cotangent." He recited before covering his eyes.

"So, to find the sine of a right triangle, you…" Mr. Keller launched into his lecture, but I wasn't paying any attention. Kurt had immediately put his head back into the crook of his arms. To say the least, that wasn't the best idea. Not in Mr. Keller's class. He would only get picked on more.

My hypothesis turned out to be true. "Hummel!" He snapped striding over to wrap his knuckles on Kurt's desk. He winced and flinched as he slowly lifted his head with a grimace.

"Yes, Mr. Keller?" He said, ever the polite one.

He only scoffed. "If you're so confident in this material that you can sleep in my class, why don't you go up to the board and find the missing angle measures and side lengths using the Law of Cosines?"

Kurt sighed softly but pulled himself out of his chair. I was worried. My arms lifted on instinct to help him. He didn't seem at all steady on his feet. But, he was a trooper. While his hand gripped the desk so tight his knuckles were white, he squared he shoulders and made his way up to the board.

He shakily lifted the piece of chalk, surveying the problem. As he was writing, I kept a cautious eye on him. I was worried something was going to go wrong.

Well, I was right. He started to sway dangerously on his feet just as he was writing the last numbers. I jumped out of my seat, catching him in my arms before he could hit the ground. I slowly lowered him down until we rested against the wall under the chalkboard. "Kurt, are you alright?"

He had his head in his hands and his knees drawn up to his chest. His breathing was shallow and he was curled into himself like he was being stabbed in the gut.

"Kurt!" I demanded gently. I knelt in front of him, resting my hands on his shoulders. "Come on, breathe." I prompted.

The rest of the class just stared on, frozen, as he started to speak. "My… my head." He ground out. He said something more, but I couldn't tell what it was because the words were muffled by his arms.

Mr. Keller looked down at Kurt with something akin to… sympathy? That didn't make sense at all. Mr. Keller was the most heartless person I've ever met. His soul was like a black hole of death. If he even had one.

My thoughts were snapped back to the present when Kurt let out a small whimper and a shuddering breath. "Take him to the nurse." Mr. Keller said softly. "You're both excused for the rest of class."

I just looked up at him in shock. Who was this man and what did he do with our devil spawn of a math teacher? "Go!" he snapped. Ah, there he was.

Kurt struggled to get his feet under him. "Can you—?" I started to ask.

"Yes, I'm fine." He insisted, but he didn't refuse my arm when I offered it to him for support. I hoped he didn't notice how my breath hitched when he wrapped his arm around my neck. I clasped his hand in mine (for support only, I told myself), and helped him walk unsteadily through the classroom and towards the door. All eyes were still trained on us.

We were almost to the door when Kurt's foot caught on somebody's backpack. He stumbled, sucking in a sharp breath. I caught him, hugging him to my chest. "Alright, screw this," I whispered. "Hold on," I said louder as I swept him up into my arms, bridal style, and cradled him to my chest.

His breaths were quick and panicky for a second before he looked up at me. His eyes weren't even all the way opened, just barely squinting through the light, but our eyes met and he calmed. I exited the classroom, away from prying eyes.

The door shut quietly behind me, and I could hear Mr. Keller attempt to restart his lesson. I looked down at Kurt as I started walking. "What the hell, Kurt?" I asked gently with a chuckle.

He groaned. "Don't make fun of me. And I don't need to be carried." He insisted, yet at the same time he wound his arm around my neck and snuggled his head into the crook of my shoulder.

I just held him closer. "Says the one who collapsed after standing for a full sixty seconds." I retorted, as I kicked open the door to the nurse's office.

"Oh my!" She gasped when she took in the scene.

"I'm back," Kurt said meekly.

"I'm so sorry, honey. If only we'd had your medication…" She fretted, wringing her hands as he bustled around, setting up and little bed for him in the back room.

"Medication?" I asked Kurt in a whisper.

"Yeah," He admitted with a sigh. "For migraines. This isn't the first time."

I nodded as I set him down on the bed, drawing my arms out slowly, secretly reveling in the short time I had left before we were parted once again.

-:-Kurt-:-

Great. Just great.

I thought back to the horrible incident that had just occurred to me as I responded mindlessly to the nurse. Sure, collapsing in front of the entire class was humiliating and I never want to have to go through that again. And yeah, the whole eyes-that-suck-at-being-eyes thing isn't all that excellent either. Not to mention what Blaine must think. The worst part was the pity.

I could see it the minute I went down, Mr. Keller's eyes just flooded with it. Of course, I knew all the teachers had been informed. But it's not6 like I enjoy having my life story tossed around like it was nothing. Sure, it was, but still.

Okay, I told myself. Enough. Focus. I pulled my thoughts out into the real world. It wouldn't do me any good to dwell on things I could never change.

"…as soon as possible, okay?" The nurse said, shooting me a small smile.

I looked at Blaine, who was still here, giving me a hesitant smile. I pleaded for help with my eyes. He only chuckled. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked.

She laughed. "You need to bring in a new bottle of your prescription as soon as possible, so another incident like this doesn't happen again, alright?"

I sighed. "Yeah, okay." I added that onto my list of things to do. I looked around the room slowly, my eyes still twitching sporadically, though not as intensely annoying as last time. Yeah, this was more along the lines of Chinese water torture. Just as you thought it was over…

Anyways, my eyes settled on the clock. Hmm, 3:45… My head mused. It took a second to process. I stared at the blinking red numbers for a few more seconds.

"Oh my god!" I yelled as I jumped up. 3:45! I only had forty five minutes to get home, clean the house, and get started on dinner. "Crap, crap, crap!" I muttered as I looked around me wildly.

"Kurt! Kurt, what the hell? Calm down!" Blaine exclaimed, coming over to me and pushing me gently back onto the bed.

"No!" I insisted. "I'm late! I have to go! Thanks so much!" I directed the last part to the nurse as I got out of the bed. My legs wobbled a bit underneath me, but for the most part I remained steady.

I grabbed my things, glancing over my shoulder just as I opened the door. "You too, Blaine." I whispered, smiling softly.

The drive took longer than I had anticipated. Damned traffic! Plus I still had to stop by the pharmacy and pick up my pills or I would never get around to it.

Speaking of that, I was in the wrong lane. I muttered a few choice words as I switched lanes at the last second. I growled deep in my throat as the jackass behind me honked. "Deal with it!" I said to myself.

I turned into the pharmacy and headed towards the drive-thru. Oh god, not a line… I groaned and dropped my head back on the seat. Just what I needed, this is.

Then I realized something else. Well, hell! This medication isn't going to be free, do I have any cash on me? I dug through my wallet, pulling out the bills I had earned from doing odd jobs around town last month. I sighed.

I pulled up to the window. "Kurt Hummel." I said. We proceeded to go through the normal ritual of prescription exchange ("Would that be all?" "Yes, ma'am." "Sign here, please. Thank you very much!" "No problem.") and I headed home, my heart beating just a little bit faster than usual.

I pulled into the driveway and through the car into park. I glanced at the clock on the dash right before the light faded. 4:45.

"Shit," I whimpered, hurrying into the house. My hands shook as I turned the key in the lock and threw open the door. I listened quietly for any sounds of movement.

Silence.

I breathed out a sigh of relief. Good. He wasn't home yet.

I walked into the kitchen, setting my keys and prescription down on the counter and dropping my backpack to the floor with a heavy thud. Lugging that 50-pound thing around can't be good for my ribs.

A throat cleared from behind me.

I spun around. "Dad."

(A/N): Cliffhanger! WHAT IS THIS?

Love? Hate? Questions? Comments? Let me know in a review! :D

First off: I'm sorry if I butchered the French language. Blame Google translate, not me! I promise it's not intentional! But if there are any major mistakes, then I could fix them if you let me know.

Q: Who knows about Kurt's colorblindness?

A: Most people. His dad does, but he refuses to recognize it. He wants to both make Kurt's life as miserable as possible by playing with it, yet at the same time he thinks that if he ignores it it'll go away. So yeah. :/ Mercedes knows, too. The guys at Dalton (excluding teachers) don't. Sorry for those of you who were confused!

Yeah, so a lot went down this chapter. I also focused a lot (mostly all of it) on the colorblindness part of it, because I feel that it's partially been pushed aside since it was originally introduced in the prologue. I have to try to balance the two plotline-type things my head canon has going for me.

Alright, I'm done rambling! Bye!

~DFTBA and Best Wishes!