nothing’s gonna harm you.

he feels faint, knees weak, head heavy. because he can’t control his breathing,
and with each passerby walking behind or in front of him, he begins to feel
surrounded. like the walls are closing and there’s no direct exit. so he’s
trapped, not only in his mind, but physically too. in order to protect himself, he
closes his eyes. tries to block out the world in order to focus on him — to
focus on blaine and his voice. tries to assure himself that blaine’s nearby
and that he’s SAFE, even though drifting in the fog of his mind, he’s certain
he’s not. despite no one touching him. despite no one acknowledging he’s
there, he still feels crowded. he feels claustrophobic.

❛ i’m … ❜ his voice sounds light, as if breathless. ❛ i’m on a street corner.
near angry dave’s convenience store. i can’t — i’m just a block away from
my apartment. ❜

“I’m coming.  I’m almost there.  Breathe for me, Kurt.  Remember? Tell me
five things you can see right now.  I want to know every detail, okay? Open
your eyes if they’re closed and tell me what you see.”

Oh God–this was killing him. Blaine’s heart rushed the blood through his
body in deafening thuds with each step he took. After having a destination
to go to, Blaine bounded off in a full out run weaving through shoulders and
backs or anything else that got in his way.  Including a car that barely missed
him as he bolted across Kurt’s street with a slew of curses being thrown at
his back from a pissed off driver.  Blaine could barely breathe by the time he
saw Kurt and bolted to his side careful not to touch him.  “Kurt?  Kurt, honey,”
his lungs fought for air between his soft, breathless words. “It’s me. Blaine.
I’m here.”  His eyes burned and his heart broke seeing Kurt like this and not
being able to fix it all.  Right now.  “You’re safe.  I promise.”