Step step step turn step leap and ...

Kurt was soaring through the air. This was the best he'd done this combination in the whole hour of dance class. Hell, this was the best he'd done any dance combination ever. He felt light. The wind ruffled his hair. He didn't think to wonder why there was wind indoors in the dance studio. He was one with the wind. He was the wind. He was ...

He was staring at the ceiling all of a sudden, a ring of worried faces looking down at him in a horrifying, dizzying circle. He'd fallen. He must have landed wrong. He didn't remember landing. Oh god, he must have passed out.

"Kurt? Kurt?" It was the first time Cassandra July had ever called him by his real name.

"I'm okay," he groaned. He tried to sit up, but she put her hand on his shoulder and pinned him neatly to the floor. She was surprisingly strong, or else he was surprisingly weak right now. Probably the latter. Maybe both.

"Have you been eating?" she asked.

"Yes, of course I've been eating," Kurt said, annoyed. He wasn't anorexic like half of the dance majors were. He was just trying to get through the basic levels of dance classes enough so that he wouldn't embarrass himself onstage.

"Have you eaten anything today?"

"Um ... no," Kurt admitted. "I was running late and there was a club meeting I had to go to before my first class, and then Blaine was going to bring me a bagel but his train was delayed, so I figured I'd just get lunch right after my second class. Which is this one. Which ends in ten minutes."

"I'm going to call the nurse just in case," Cassandra said.

"No, you don't need to. I'm really fine, I'm just... please stop holding me down. I'm fine." The more Kurt came back to himself, the more embarrassing this was.

"I'll stop holding you down when you stop trying to get up," Cassandra said.

The door to the room banged open. "Let me in! Let me in! He's my husband, let me through!"

Kurt's mouth dropped open. "Blaine? God, how did you even know anything had happened?"

Blaine squatted down and held Kurt's hand. "Rachel texted me that you were unconscious. What happened? Are you okay? Do we need to take you to the hospital? I'll come with you. Where is the ambulance?"

"I don't need an ambulance!" Kurt waved off both Cassandra's and Blaine's hands, shot a nasty glare at Rachel, and then hoisted himself into a sitting position. "I'm perfectly fine, I just stupidly didn't eat breakfast and then embarrassed myself in front of everyone. Thank you so much for adding to the embarrassment level, Blaine."

Blaine looked like he'd been slapped, and Kurt immediately felt guilty.

Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Far be it from me to interrupt this little domestic quarrel, but you're going to the nurse right now whether you like it or not. Don't come back to class without a note from her."

"I'll take him down there, Miss July," Blaine said.

"Good," she said. "Okay everyone, move along, nothing to see here. And this little disruption is not getting you out of doing the dance combination one last time. Back in line, everyone." She turned back to Kurt, who was leaning on Blaine's arm as they walked slowly to the exit. "He's not really your husband, is he?"

Kurt hesitated, but Blaine answered instead. "I just wanted to get through the crowd. Sorry for barging into your class like that."

She looked quizzically back and forth between them. "Well, just don't let it happen again."

"No, ma'am, of course not." Blaine closed the door gently behind them as they left.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you," Kurt said. "I was just so embarrassed. I didn't mean to take it out on you. I'm glad you came."

Blaine smiled softly. "It's alright. Come on. Want to grab something to drink before we head down to the nurse's office?"

"That sounds like an excellent idea."