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Soon the lunch bell rang and Sebastian left, wanting to get away from the complete stranger that he was now living with.

He sat down at his usual table, where he could just avoid joining conversation and eat in peace.

However, it looked like he couldn't today. Almost as soon as he sat down, Blaine had walked over and sat across from him.

People didn't just chose different spots. When anyone moved, especially someone popular, it attracted attention.

Blaine happened to be the most popular guy in school, so everyone was looking at them.

"Hey, do you know why Kurt ran from me?" Blaine asked quietly, so nobody would hear.

I'd say he doesn't want to talk to you. Sebastian tried to say the words but ended up a stammering mess. Eventually he just shut up.

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "You speak English, right?"

Sebastian nodded, eyes flickering around at everyone looking at them. If he left he'd draw more attention to himself, but if he didn't he'd start having a panic attack here and now.

Blaine seemed to hear his breathing speed up. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, setting his hand on Sebastian's arm that was resting on the table.

Sebastian went absolutely still. He was being touched. Someone was touching him. He couldn't focus on anything else.

Then he wasn't still. Then he was shaking. Then his breathing was even faster. Then his heart was beating erratically.

He pulled his arm away from Blaine, standing up and leaving the room as quickly as he could. He could feel everyone looking at him.

He didn't even make it close to his dorm before he was shaking too badly to walk any further. He leaned against the wall, attempting to steady his breathing. He only ended up hyperventilating.

His breathing was too shallow and too quick. He couldn't get enough oxygen.

The hall began to spin and he steadied himself on the wall so he didn't fall over.

He just needed to wait it out. He'd be fine.

Or he could just pass out. That worked too.

When Sebastian woke up, there was something cold resting on his forehead. Confused, he reached up and touched it, realizing it was an ice pack.

The second thing he noticed was that he wasn't in the hall. He was lying on his bed in his dorm.

He sat up carefully, realizing he had a pounding headache. He groaned, looking around. He saw a glass of water on the nightstand, two aspirin pills next to it.

He glanced up at Kurt, who looked absorbed in his book. Did he do this?

He took the aspirin, glancing out the window. He must have missed dinner.

Figuring it was the best thing to do, he changed and fell asleep.

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