“Blaine!”
“Guys, back up, give him some air!”
“Should we call 911?”
“Wait, I think he’s coming to.”
“Blaine?”
Kurt watched his boyfriend with wide, frantic eyes. Blaine stirred slowly and opened his eyes, sitting up slightly. He looked around at everyone and their panicked expressions. Kurt was knelt on one side of him, Rachel on the other. Tina and Mike stood behind Rachel and Mercedes was hovering at Kurt’s shoulder. Everyone was staring anxiously at Blaine, waiting for him to say something. Blaine shook his head and looked at Kurt with confusion.
“What happened?”
“You fell down the stairs,” Kurt responded, biting his lip. “We were dancing and you just tripped over your own feet.”
“You hit your head,” Rachel added matter-of-factly, but her forehead was creased in worry. “Blacked out for a few minutes.”
“It was terrifying.” Tina interjected and Mike wrapped his arm around her shoulders comfortingly.
“We thought we might have lost you,” Mercedes added grimly.
Kurt took Blaine’s hand and helped him sit up slightly. “How are you feeling?”
Blaine rubbed his head. “Okay, my head kills.” He looked around, still seeming confused. “Why were we dancing on the stairs?” The others looked around at each other uneasily.
“We were doing a Glee number,” Mike answered, looking nervous. Blaine raised his eyebrows slightly, but nodded. He then turned his full attention to Kurt, who was clutching his hand like a lifeline.
“Why are you holding my hand like that?”
Kurt immediately released Blaine’s hand and looked away from him, trying to hide the hurt in his eyes. Blaine flexed his fingers and started to turn to the others, but then looked back to Kurt.
“What’s your name again?”
Kurt looked shocked. “Blaine, it’s me, Kurt.”
“Kurt, right,” Blained replied, nodding. “And you said my name was Blaine, right?”
The others could only stare.