It had been a wonderful afternoon. Kurt and Blaine had hung out in the backyard all day, reading and kissing and chatting. Doing in general nothing. Even the sprinkling of rain couldn’t put a damper on their day as they ran inside giggling like twelve year olds.

Blaine knocked Kurt to the side playfully and was the first to the door. He paused in the doorway, breathless, laughing, calling to Kurt and teasing him for being a slow poke. He proceeded into the house he knew better than his own. Just as he reached the light switch that turned on the hallway lights he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist. A pair of arms that so did not belong to Kurt.

Before he knew it he was being lifted off the ground.
He started kicking out his feet.
He heard a dark laughter as he screamed.
He felt his throat closing off.
It was getting harder to breathe.
They were back.
Them from all those years ago at the Sadie Hawkins dance.
Blaine felt the world go black.

Kurt ran through the door just as he saw Finn jump out from behind Blaine and pick him up. He watched it happen, unable to yell a warning in time. It wasn’t a minute later when Finn realized his mistake as the hobbit like boy slumped in his arms, gasping, eyes rolled back in his eyes. Fuck. Kurt was going to kill him.

Kurt moved faster than he had ever in his life. He wrenched Blaine out of Finn’s arms, carrying him like a rag doll and laying him out on the couch. He carefully placed Blaine’s hands on the paler boy’s stomach. Kurt leaned forward gently and whispered in the hyperventilating boy’s ear, “Shh, Blaine baby---Blaine it’s me--you’re fine, sh...sh...just breathe with me. Come on. 1, 2, 3, 4. In...out...in...out, 1, 2, 3, 4...in...out...in...out.” It took several minutes for Blaine’s breathing to return to normal and for him to become fully aware of his surroundings but when he did Kurt turned to Finn.

Finn was standing a couple of feet away watching innocently, but when he caught Kurt’s death glare he started back away slowly. Kurt grabbed the nearest object (which happened to be a hardback copy of the third Harry Potter) and raised it above his head, stalking toward Finn like a lion to it’s prey, “You,” a step, “Fucking,” a step, “Dumbass.” Kurt hurled the book just as Finn turned away, nailing him right in the back of the head. Kurt grabbed another trinket (this time an air freshener can) and hurled yelling, “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Finn raised his hands defensively, “What the fuck?! How was I supposed to know that would happen?” Kurt snatched the decorative plate from the coffee table and started to repeatedly hit his brother with it, “You don’t--” a hit, “Just fucking--” a hit, “Grab people--” Kurt made to hit him again but Blaine grabbed his arm, “Kurt. Stop it. I’m fine. No blood, no foul.” Kurt turned and cerulean eyes met honey and Kurt visibly relaxed.