Kurt Hummel was lost. Even after living in New York for five years and spending every free minute exploring the city and making it his home he still managed to find himself completely and utterly clueless as to where he was that Tuesday afternoon. Usually Kurt didn't mind getting lost every once in a while, he actually enjoyed it. There was something a little bit exciting about losing oneself in the city, never knowing what you'll find- a new favourite cafe, a quirky bookshop, a quaint little park where on a bench under the sprawling branches of a willow tree you might happen to meet your soul mate. Not that Kurt had to worry about the latter. He was very much in love. Seth was smart, witty, charming, successful and remarkably handsome, the textbook perfect boyfriend...the perfect boyfriend who was going to be very put out if Kurt didn't get himself home within the next hour. It was their two year anniversary and although Seth had been very secretive about their plans, Kurt was sure it was going to be a wonderfully romantic evening because Seth was the perfect boyfriend.

After turning yet another corner on to yet another street which looked exactly the same as the fifteen streets before he decided he should probably admit defeat and ask someone for directions. Spying a coffee shop ahead he saw his chance and made his way towards it. He was reaching for the door when it was pushed upon rather forcibly from the other side. Kurt thought he caught a glimpse of a head of dark curly hair before he lost his footing and fell harshly onto the cold cement of the New York sidewalk. Instantly pain erupted in his ankle causing him to cry out in agony. A shadow fell across his face and he felt somebody kneel beside him, presumably the person who knocked him down in the first place. Distracted by the pain he took him a second to realise the person was speaking to him.

"I am so sorry. God I'm such an idiot, off in my own little world. Are you ok?"

Kurt lifted his head from his injury to retort that 'of course he was not ok! Does having a presumably broken ankle usually indicate that someone is ok?!' when his words were forgotten as he looked into the face of the other man for the first time...

"Kurt?"

"Blaine?"

"Um, hi. Fancy seeing you here"

"Yeah, wow. Um, I don't suppose you could help me up? I think I've hurt my foot"

Blaine stared at him unmoving for a second before realisation came across his face.

"Oh right, yes. Um, maybe wrap your arms around my neck?"

Kurt slipped his arms around his former boyfriend's neck as Blaine slid an arm around his waist to pull him to his feet until they were standing wrapped around each other in the middle of the pavement. The familiarity of the position threw Kurt off guard and he faltered accidentally putting all his weight on his injured ankle. Crying out he lost his footing and fell back into Blaine's waiting arms.

"Sorry" he mumbled distracted by the renewed pain "I think it might be broken"

"Please don't apologise, this is completely my fault. Should I call an ambulance?"

"There's no need for that, really. I'll just get a cab home and see if I can get an appointment with my doctor tomorrow morning"

"Kurt, that's ridiculous. You don't expect me to just let you jump in a taxi and fend for yourself with a broken ankle? If you don't want an ambulance fine but I'm taking you to the E.R myself"

Kurt thought about arguing before he was persuaded by a particularly harsh throb of pain in his ankle... Maybe Blaine had a point.

"Chivalrous as always I see. Fine, let's hail a cab"

Blaine helped Kurt towards a nearby bench and let him sit while he attempted to flag down a cab in peak hour New York traffic. Miraculously it didn't take as long as he expected and soon Blaine was wrapping an arm around his waist once again and helping him hobble towards the back seat of the waiting car. Leaning against Blaine Kurt could feel the definition of his chest muscles through the light fabric of his sweater. The arm holding him upright was strong and firm and he couldn't help but breathe a little deeper to fill himself with the scent of Blaine's cologne. Five years had passed and yet this boy, no man, was still utterly intoxicating.

Once Kurt was safely situated in the back of the cab Blaine slid in next to him and asked the driver to take them to the nearest hospital.

"Sure, should be there in about ten minutes"

"Thankyou"

A minute or so passed in somewhat awkward silence as both men comprehended their current situation. Neither had seen the other for a half a decade and now here they were, in the backseat of a taxi as they drove toward the hospital because Blaine had accidentally broken Kurt's ankle. Maybe it was coincidence, maybe it was nothing more than an unfortunate accident...maybe it was fate.

"Seth" Kurt exclaimed suddenly. He had completely forgotten the romantic evening he had planned with his long-term boyfriend and supposed soul mate.

"Sorry?" Blaine questioned

"Um, I have to let Seth know what's happening"

"Right..."

"Seth is my boyfriend, it's our anniversary today. Oh god, he's going to be so disappointed"

"Oh. Ah, here, use my phone to call him. I'm sure he'll understand"

"I have my own phone Blaine"

"Please, it's the least I can do, what with breaking your ankle and ruining you anniversary"

"Thanks"

Kurt took the phone from Blaine's outstretched hand and purposely ignored any sudden leaps his heart may have made when his fingers brushed against the other man's. Honestly! He had just spent the past fifteen minutes draped around him and it was the touching of their fingertips which was affecting him the most?!

"Hello?"

"Seth, hi"

"Kurt?"

"Yeah it's me"

"What's up? Are you almost home we have reservations for seven, I got caught up at the office but I'm on the subw-"

"Seth, honey, listen to me for a sec. I think we might have to postpone dinner. I'm on my way to the hospital"

"The hospital?! What happened? Are you ok baby? Shit, are you hurt? Tell me what's wrong"

"Shh just listen for a minute and let me explain"

"Sorry, go on..."

And so Kurt retold the story of his great fall on the New York sidewalk and Seth clucked his tongue with sympathy.

"Oh baby, that's awful. Don't worry about dinner I'll cancel. Now how do I find you? What suburb are you in?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. I was kind of lost when I had the tragic accident"

"Lost again?" Kurt could hear Seth chuckling quietly.

Out of the corner of his eye Kurt could see Blaine mouthing the words 'central park'. Oh! He had completely missed the fact that they were indeed driving alongside the Eastern side of central park.

"Actually it turns out I'm not as lost as I thought I was. I'm near central park right now which means I must be heading to St Luke's"

"St Luke's, got it. I'll just go home quickly and unload my work things and then I'll be right over. Will you be ok by yourself until then?"

"Of course, I can look after myself, you know that. Besides I'm actually not alone. It turns out the world is smaller than I originally thought. The man who knocked me over is actually an old... friend of mine"

Kurt could have sworn he saw Blaine flinch at the word 'friend'. It wasn't that he was deliberately withholding the truth, he just didn't feel that this was the best forum to have the whole 'my ex-boyfriend whom I was completely and utterly in-love with broke my heart five years ago and now he's taking me the hospital and I can't help but still feel sparks when our fingers touch' conversation.

"Oh that's weird! What a coincidence. Well I guess if anyone had to break your ankle I'm glad it was someone who you know and who cares enough to take to the E.R"

"Yes, Blaine has always been quite the gentleman"

A flicker of a smile crossed over the other man's lips at Kurt's words.

"Ok honey, well I'm at my stop. I'll be over as soon as I possibly can. I love you"

"Love you too Seth"

Kurt ended the call and handed the phone back to Blaine, careful not to let their fingers touch this time.

"Seth sounds nice. Have you been together long?"

"Two years today"

"Wow. Congratulations. Two years..."

"Yes. Well... What about you? Are you seeing anyone?"

"Um, not exactly. There hasn't really been anyone for a while. I actually haven't really-"

But whatever Blaine hadn't done would have to wait because it was in that moment that the cab pulled to a stop outside St Luke's hospital. After paying the fare in full Blaine once again held Kurt close to him as they made their slowly towards the Emergency Room. The waiting room was chaotic, full of the sick and injured of New York. Blaine helped Kurt into a seat and then approached the desk to sign them in. The woman behind the counter looked extremely frazzled- signing forms with one hand and answering the phone with the other.

Blaine cleared his throat the get her attention. "Hi, I have a man with what we assume is a broken ankle"

"Right. Well take a form and fill it in then bring it back and we'll put you on the waiting list. I'm afraid you might be waiting for a while, we're understaffed tonight and it appears that the entirety of New York has decided to either break a bone or catch the flu"

"No problem, I'll just go fill this in" Blaine replied, polite as always.

The woman shot him a grateful smile and then was quickly distracted by the phone once more.

Blaine headed back over to Kurt to find him biting his lip to take his mind off the pain.

"Hey, you need to fill these out and then they can put us on the list. We might be here for a while. Can I get you anything?" Blaine asked handing Kurt the clipboard and pen.

"No, no I'm fine. It just hurts"

"I know. I really am sorry Kurt. I feel terrible"

"It's fine Blaine. I know it was an accident. Would you mind being my scribe? I scraped my hand when I fell over and it kind of hurts to hold the pen"

"Sure. Is your hand ok? It's not broken too is it?

"No, just a little scratch. Nothing a band-aid won't fix"

"Ok, good. Right then... name?"

"Ha, has it been that long? I think you can probably work that one out for yourself"

"Hmmm... something beginning with K I think. Kevin? Koby? Wait, no, I remember...Kanye!"

"That's right! I knew you wouldn't forget. Fo shizzle ma nizzle homedog!"

Blaine laughed and shook his head and tried to ignore the stabbing pain in his heart, he had missed Kurt so much. Filling in 'Kurt E Hummel' they moved on to the next question.