"Oh, Blaine," said Kurt, smiling as he squeezed Blaine's hand. "There's nothing to worry about, okay? I-- I admit I'm a little stressed, but it's what I wanted."

He was talking about the workload, of course, but that wasn't the problem. He loved being busy. The problem was that this place, this goddamn place was still getting to him, even now, even after everything he still couldn't weather a thing--

"I'm fine."