Perceived As A Problem (Klaine/Kurt Hummel)

Chapter Four

Kurt got up the next morning, yawning. He checked the clock.

Time for my meds, he thought glumly. Really, it was much better than letting his mental health problems rule his life, but it got quite tedious.

He grabbed his clothes for the day and walked into the bathroom. He got ready for the day before unzipping the bag with his medicine in it.

He looked in it, shocked. He closed his eyes, opening them slowly as if the pill bottles would appear.

They were gone. The bag was empty.

He frantically searched the bathroom, seeing if they had gotten put in a cupboard or something.

Take a deep breath, Kurt. Just call in some more. It will take a while to wear off. He told himself.

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Kurt woke up the day after. He checked the clock- it was Saturday. His pharmacy was closed on Sundays, and since his prescription wouldn't be ready today, he would have to wait to pick it up until next weekend.

He shakily walked to the bathroom to get ready, trying to clear the thoughts of how he would make it that long.

The bag was still empty- he checked it rather obsessively since he found out that it was empty.

He could feel the effects of it wearing off. He needed to take it, he'd be a mess today.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He had Blaine. Blaine wouldn't leave him alone for too long. Blaine would understand.

He got ready for the day, walking down to breakfast.

When he reached the table, he was the only one there. He just waited for Blaine, having lost his appetite.

He did get a mug of tea- caffeine free, of course- to try to calm himself. His leg was bouncing anxiously under the table.

He felt like laughing in pure exasperation. Look how bad he already was; imagine what he'd be like by next weekend.

The next person down was Wes. He was always quite punctual; it was no surprise.

"Kurt, are you okay? You look pale." He asked, sitting down with his food.

"I'm fine. Just a bit of a headache." Kurt lied. He wasn't fine, but he did have a killer headache.

Wes nodded sympathetically.

Kurt sipped his tea, waiting for the others.

Soon David, Thad, and Nick came down.

Kurt perked up when he saw them. "Nick! Is Blaine awake? Is he asleep? Did you wake him up? Did he wake you up?" He asked fast and anxiously, tapping his fingers on the table.

The others were a bit taken aback by his behavior. "Um, Blaine's awake. He was gelling his hair." Nick answered.

Kurt nodded, taking in the information, and fixed his eyes on the doorway.

When Blaine finally came down, the others saw Kurt relax exponentially.

"Blaine." He said. He still seemed a bit on edge, but much less worried in his presence.

Blaine smiled. "Hey, Kurt! Excited for the weekend?"

Kurt didn't really know how to answer this. He couldn't lie to Blaine- but he was excited for the weekend. Next weekend.

"Yeah. You?"

"Definitely."

Blaine got food and sat down next to Kurt. "Did you already eat?"

Kurt shook his head. "Um, I'm not hungry."

Blaine looked alarmed at this. He gently took Kurt by the hand. "Come on, you have to eat."

"I said I'm not hungry, Blaine." Kurt argued.

"Kurt, you have to eat breakfast." Blaine persisted.

"I'm. Not. Hungry."

Blaine's persistence turned to pleading. "Kurt, please? For me?"

"Fine." Kurt stood up to follow him. However, his head spun at the sudden movement.

He got dizzy and almost fell, but Blaine caught him. He just held him until his head stopped spinning.

"Thank you." Kurt said.

"You good?" Blaine asked. When Kurt nodded they went to get him food.