Kurt had been right. He couldn't get back to sleep. Instead he spent the entire night thinking about what had happened. He cringed when he pictured the look on Blaine's face when he first woke up. Blaine probably thought he was pathetic and gross.
He groaned as the alarm went off and slowly rolled out of bed. The pale boy got ready in record time, then left for breakfast before Blaine was even out of the shower, trying to avoid talking with his boyfriend about the previous night's incident.
When Blaine stepped out of the shower, Kurt was gone. The boy sighed, assuming that Kurt hadn't slept a wink the night before.
Kurt managed to evade Blaine most of the day, despite the fact that they had practically every class together.
When it came time for Warbler's practice, Blaine trapped Kurt on the couch, determined not to let the brunette escape him again. He smiled comfortingly at Kurt, who smiled back nervously.
In the middle of practice, Wes was giving announcements when Blaine first noticed Kurt fidget in his seat. He gave him a worried look and received an anxious nod when Blaine asked him if he was okay.
After rehearsing a few numbers, Wes had them sit down again and rest. Blaine stole a glance at Kurt, who was now sitting in a wooden chair near the window and frowned immediately. There was the boy he loved, squirming frantically in his seat with a look of desperation plastered across his flushed face. A few minutes later, Blaine stole another glance back and shot Kurt a concerned look.
Kurt's "potty dance" had become a lot more ridiculous and Blaine wondered how nobody else had noticed it.
When the bell rang, the Warblers quickly emptied into the hall until it was just Kurt and Blaine left.
"It's time to go, Babe." Blaine said as he stood up. When he didn't get a reply, he turned to face Kurt, freezing at the scene in front of him.
The boy had stopped fidgeting and had tears rolling down his tomato-red cheeks. He seemed to be shaking with relief as he stared down at the pool of urine that surrounded his chair.
"Oh, Kurt." Blaine said softly." Wes would have let you gone if you him it was an emergency." Students weren't allowed to use the bathroom during class.
"You can dump me now." Kurt whispered in a trembling voice. "I understand."
Blaine frowned and he kneeled in front of Kurt. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I would never break up with you for such a silly reason." He promised. "I love you and I'd be more than happy to help if you'd let me."
Kurt simply sighed and shifted uncomfortably in the flooded seat.
Blaine pulled out his phone and notified the janitor before taking Kurt's hand and leading him back to their dorm.
Thankfully nobody was in the hallways and Kurt tried to hide his soaked pants behind his bag. When they got back to the dorm, Blaine led Kurt to the sower once again.
Kurt waited until the shower was on so that Kurt started to cry.
What's wrong with me? Kurt wondered. It was weird, as if his bladder had decided to stop functioning and just let go.
"What must Blaine think?" He asked aloud.
Blaine pulled out a new uniform for Kurt and handed it to him whn he ecited the bathroom.
"Kurt, can we talk about this now?" Blaine asked gently.
Kurt looked up, avoiding eye contact and nodded.
"Okay then, about last night and today at practice, what happened?" Blaine asked.
Kurt blushed and dropped his gaze to the floor. "I dunno." He mumbled. "It's like my bladder just turned off."
Blaine nodded understandingly. "Has this happened before?"
Kurt nodded. "When my mom died, when my dad was in the hospital…I- I wet the bed." He whispered.
Blaine thought for a moment. "It's the Karofsky thing, isn't it?"
Kurt shrugged. "That. And the new school, harder classes, not being able to see my friends and family every day, having to make new friends." He mumbled.
Blaine wrapped Kurt in a hug. "You know what I think?" He asked.
"What?"
"I think you need to stop beating yourself up over this, because it's not your fault."
Kurt's lip wobbled, but thankfully he didn't cry. "What if it happens again?" He whimpered.
Blaine considered this for a moment. 'Well, we could always get plastic sheets for the bed, but during the day…I guess you could wear diapers or something. I think they make stuff like that for teens."
Kurt's face turned crimson at the idea. "I'm seventeen! I can't wear those!" He exclaimed.
"Well, would you rather have another accident in class?" Blaine asked.
Kurt blushed furiously and shook his head.
The soloist sighed, feeling sorry for his boyfriend. "You were lucky this time, Kurt. What if somebody had noticed you?"
Kurt buried his face in his hands." When should we go?" He whispered.
Blaine glanced at the clock. "We could go now. Everybody is still in class, so we won't get caught in the hallways. I'll just tell the teachers that you're sick and I'm taking care of you."
Kurt nodded and followed Blaine out of their dorm, into the parking lot.