When everything feels like the movies

The first thing Blaine is aware of when he comes to is the sound of a lot of people yelling in panicked voices. The next thing is that wow, he's uncomfortable, lying awkwardly on an uneven surface. His entire body is aching, and a sharp pain shoots from his ankle and up his leg, when he tries to shift. Realizing that his eyes are closed, he tries to open them, but finds his vision blurred. Suddenly he feels a sharp tug under his arms, as someone tries to move him, and he groans, because ow, his head hurts.

'Oh thank god,' a voice gasps near him. It might belong to the someone who is pulling at him, and there is something familiar about it, but Blaine can't quite place it. His head is throbbing and he has no idea where he is.

'You're-- you'll be alright, honey,' that same voice breathes shakily, and at the endearment Blaine is sure his heart stops for a second, because only one person has ever called him that.

'Kurt?' Blaine says and in his mind he is shouting it, but it comes out closer to a whisper. 'What're you-- I don't understand.'

'Shh, it's alright. You crashed your car, but you're okay. You're just in shock, I think.'

They are on the street now, Blaine realizes, as he feels hard asphalt beneath him. He still can't see properly out of both eyes. He lifts his hand to his eye and feels something warm and sticky. Blood, he guesses.

'Oh,' he says dumbly.