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KURTS POV
I was angry, no, I was upset. I don’t know how I was feeling when he told me about it, the only question I could think of was “why didn’t you tell me, Blaine?” But now, as he clearly tried to figure out what I was thinking, and couldn’t work it out, I felt as though somehow it was my fault he didn’t tell me. “Santana has been helping me” he said, quietly, I knew he felt bad for keeping it from me. I looked him in the eyes and told him “it’s ok, we’ll get through this together” and although he smiled, his eyes sunk. “what’s wrong?” I was thinking. I then told myself to stop being stupid, he’s just had a panic attack about his dead brother, what was I doing questioning what’s wrong? I got in after Blaine tonight, I bought home his favourite Cronuts. The apartment was dark, except from one light in the bedroom. I heard him talking to someone, then heard santana’s voice come back. “Blaine, I’m home” I called. He said goodbye to santana and came out to see me. He smiled at the cronuts “you didn’t have to”. I asked him what he was talking to Santana about, he explained that he was telling her about today’s panic attack.