Chapter 6: The Late Night Call

AN: So, here is the next chapter you’ve been waiting for. I just want to say that even though it might seem a bit far-fetched, I did a lot of research prior to this chapter and it’s supposedly possible to have reactions like this.

“Kurt? What’s wrong?”, he inquired, his heart pounding like a maniac. Something was wrong with Kurt he was in trouble. Oh god, oh god…

“Kurt, where are you?”, he asked in a terrified voice when all he could hear was Kurt wailing, really wailing as loud as he could.

“BLAINE!!”, Kurt screamed again, as if he was being tortured.
“COME AND SAVE ME!”

Blaine dragged on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt with the help of one hand while he used the other to press the phone against his ear.

“Where are you, Kurt? What’s happening? Are you outside?”, he asked, desperate for more information. He needed to get to Kurt right away. He needed to help him more than he needed air that moment.

“At…my…apartment..”, Kurt wept frantically. That was all Blaine needed to know.

“I’ll be there in three minutes. Hang in there, Kurt”, he urged and tucked the phone in his pocket before he ran out of his apartment.

The night was calm and serene. The stars were bright in the night sky, but Blaine didn’t notice anything around him as he rushed to Kurt’s apartment. Luckily, he only lived a few blocks away.

He ran up the flight of stairs and ran into the apartment without thinking about the danger that he might meet.

The sight that met him was Kurt lying on his living room floor, clutching his chest and crying at the top of his lungs like he was burning alive. His screams were blood curdling. Blaine rushed to his side and dropped on his knees.

“Kurt? Kurt? What’s wrong?”, he asked frantically as he tried to see if he was injured anywhere.

As Blaine’s fingertips touched Kurt’s skin, the screams were replaced with broken sobs.

“Blaine.. Blaine.. I didn’t mean to.. You are so good to me..”, he cried, tears streaming down his pale cheeks. Kurt’s face was flustered and he had red marks under his eyes from crying. His lips were swollen and his bottom lip was bleeding, undoubtedly from biting it too hard.

Blaine’s heart was beating at the speed of light and he buttoned up Kurt’s shirt to see if he was hurt in the chest area seeing that he was clutching his chest as if his life depended on it. He run his fingers over his chest and his back, but he didn’t see anything alarming. Kurt’s torso was tainted with old scars and minor bruises, but nothing that could be the cause of the state Kurt was in.  Blaine was desperate and in tears when he pulled Kurt’s head on his lap and held him closely. Kurt body was warmer than usual and he was sweating like he had run a marathon. His heart rate soared to the ceiling and he was out of breath.

“What is it, Kurt?”, he asked firmly, needing the older boy to tell him what the problem was. He needed to do something, anything. What was wrong with Kurt?

“Are you in pain?”, he asked when Kurt didn’t answer him with anything else than sobs.

“Did somebody hurt you?”, Blaine continued to question him, panic evident in his voice.

“It hurts..”, Kurt sobbed into Blaine’s t-shirt. Not that Blaine cared.

“Oh Kurt.. Where does it hurt?”, Blaine asked gently, relieved that Kurt had stopped screaming. His heart was still racing, but he didn’t care. He had to find out what had happened to Kurt. 

Kurt placed his hand over the place where his heart was supposed to be.
“Here”, he sniffed with tears streaming down his face.
“It hurts so bad”

Blaine saw Kurt’s eyes for the first time since he got there. The beautiful blueish-grey eyes were almost invisible as his pupils were severely dilated. Kurt’s black pupils had taken over the place where his iris usually shone like sparkly diamonds. Then it hit Blaine. How could he be so stupid? Kurt’s hysterical screams had clouded his judgement.

Kurt was on drugs. But what had he taken to give him this effect? As far as he knew, cocaine didn’t give that kind of effect no matter how it was taken. Cocaine was not a hallucinogen. Kurt had been hallusinating.

“It’s going to be ok, Kurt”, Blaine whispered and run his fingers through Kurt’s thick, luscious hair.

Kurt sniffed back his tears.
“Is that you, Blaine?”, his voice shook.

Blaine continued to stroke through his hair.
“Yes, I’m here. I’m here for you and I’m going to take care of you. Just relax”, he whispered calmingly.
“I’m here, Kurt. I’m here”, he repeated like a mantra as it seemed to calm down the drug induced man.

He contemplated bringing Kurt to the hospital to run some tests, but he decided against it. He was obviously not overdosing, and bringing him to the hospital would cause more trouble for Kurt. And he was a doctor after all. He should be able to take care of it himself. Blaine decided to take care of the boy and make sure that he was ok and in his own mind when he left.

Blaine carried the now silent Kurt to the sofa and let him rest there while he searched the room for the mystery drug. He hoped that finding the type of drug would help him bring insight to what Kurt was going through at how to help him in the best way.

He searched frantically through a pink plastic bag, but he only found a dozen small, clear plastic pouches with white powder in them. Cocaine. In the mood he was in, he wanted to throw it all out, but he knew that Kurt would murder him. He also found melting spoons and cigarettes. A handful of lighters and more cocaine. He searched through the pile of painting equipment on the floor. Finally, he found a small plastic pouch with a small, round tablet.

“Kurt, what have you gotten yourself into?”, Blaine sighed, mostly to himself. How could Kurt be so stupid when he was so intelligent when it came to everything else? Didn’t he see what it did to him? Didn’t he see how much Blaine cared, Blaine found himself thinking.

He studied the pill carefully. It had a few numbers etched on the side, but no other symbols. Kurt’s behaviour insinuated that the drug had to be a hallucinogen, so Blaine narrowed it down to two popular drugs in that category; ecstasy and LSD. He racked his mind for information about the two substances. Both were highly dangerous and could kill when used in big doses. They could also cause panic attacks when misused.

Blaine looked at the pill. It was fairly small. Since there were no symbols on it, like ecstasy pills usually had, Blaine concluded that it had to be LSD.

The doctor frowned and looked at the boy lying on the couch. He looked like he was going through hell. He was still sweating and trembling. Even though he looked detached, his eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling.

Blaine carried him to the small bedroom that barely had space for Kurt’s huge wardrobe and a large double bed. He gently put down Kurt and wondered what to do with the boy. He didn’t want to leave him like this, but he didn’t want to overstep Kurt’s trust by sleeping in the same bed as him either. He guessed that Kurt would be fine with him sleeping on the couch. He placed Kurt in a safe position on the bed so that he wouldn’t choke on his own vomit if he had to throw up in his sleep. He tugged the covers over the trembling boy and got up. But before he could get up, Kurt had caught hold of his collar and pulled him down again.

“Don’t leave..”, Kurt mumbled into his pillow, still clutching Blaine’s shirt firmly.

Blaine looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“I’m not leaving, I’m just going to sleep on the couch”, Blaine explained patiently, as if he was talking to a five year old.

Kurt shook his head vigorously, causing Blaine to fret that his head might actually fall off.

“No, stay here with me.. Couch not good… Kurt good”, he purred, closing his eyes. Blaine didn’t know whether to be mad at the boy or praise him for managing to be cute even in this state. Blaine thought he resembled a cat when he purred like that.

Blaine sighed and snuck beneath the covers beside him. Kurt instantly curled up against him, snuggling closely, and Blaine found himself desperate for the contact. When was the last time he has cuddled with someone? He couldn’t place a face to the memory of his last cuddle. But Kurt was here now, and Kurt needed him.

So, Blaine put his arms around him and held him safely in his arms, protecting him from any danger. Kurt had trouble sleeping, but didn’t say a word. It seemed as though he had a lot to think about. However, Blaine would rather that he said something so that he knew everything was ok rather than having Kurt in this apathic state. Despite Blaine’s struggles against his own eyelids, sleep engulfed him and he snored silently, his nose nuzzling Kurt’s neck.

He didn’t sleep for long, as when the clock struck six in the morning, Kurt let put a ear-splitting scream that jerked Blaine awake with a feeling of déjà vu.

 “Kurt?”, Blaine groaned, fumbling in the dark for the older boy, panicking when his hands only came in contact with thin air.

He sat up abruptly and switched on Kurt’s nightstand lamp.

“Kurt… What the..?”, he trailed off when he saw Kurt sitting on the edge of the bed with a pillow in his hand. He was having a pillow fight with something invisible, his face flustered, fear visible on his face.

When he heard Blaine’s voice, he turned towards him with a panicked stare.

“He tried to kill you in his sleep!”, Kurt frantically explained while hitting the invisible person with his pillow.

Blaine wondered for a minute whether delirium was a common symptom when you took LSD before taking the pillow out of Kurt’s hands. Blaine was sure that Kurt was hallucinating from the remains of the drugs in his body, imagining that someone was attacking them.

“There is no one there, Kurt”, he said gently. His thumb grazed Kurt’s cheek swiftly and he flashed him his most trustworthy smile.

“I promise. You are safe”, Blaine assured him.

Kurt nodded with his eyes wide open, staring at Blaine before lying down on the bed again, waiting for Blaine to follow suit.

“Will you be able to sleep?”, Blaine asked concerned as he lay down beside him, pulling him in a hug. The fear of touching him that Blaine felt the day before was more or less gone. It was replaced with a feeling of natural belonging.

Kurt yawned and nodded.
“I think so…”, he muttered and snuggled next to Blaine, closing his eyes. He clutched his heart like he had before.
“You know, it doesn’t hurt as much when you are here. It always hurts there when I’m alone”

“I’m here”, Blaine whispered reassuringly.

The two boys fell asleep in each other’s arms and had no other interruptions that night.

AN: I just hope I didn’t disappoint anyone here… Please tell me what you think about the chapter (: