He was a mess; he was covered in mud and hay. That was the last time he ever fucked in a field. His latest trick was just limping away. He would never see him ever again so it didn’t bother him so much that he fucked him raw and won’t be able to sit for weeks. Blaine Anderson laid on his back looking up at the sky for a few minutes. Letting the wind whip over his naked body. He hauled himself up, slipping his clothes on, then grabbing his leather jacket placing it on his shoulders. He hoisted himself onto his sports bike, speeding off into the night.

The next day, Blaine walked into school with a smirk on his face. He walked up to his best friend Puck.
“How was he?” Puck asked without looking.
“Don’t know what your talking about.” Blaine smirked again.
“Dude just tell me so we can get it over with. I got news for you.” Puck closed his locker and fixed his leather jacket.
“Hot ass, lousy fuck.” Blaine deadpanned. “Now, what’s the news?”
“We got a new kid today.” Puck looked excited to show the new kid a welcome.
“We know anything about them?”
“Nope besides he was home schooled before this.”
“What would make him come to the wonderful world of McKinly?” Blaine held out his arms for show.
“Don’t know, I don’t even know what he looks like.”
“Well lets go find him and welcome him shall we?” Blaine started to walk away from the locker bay. He started to look at the faces of his fellow students. It took them five minutes tops to find the new kid.
“Lets give the kid till lunch before we do anything and plan something special.” Puck just grinned then walked away. But Blaine didn’t, he stated at the new boy. The way his hair was every which way like he just woke up. His flannel shirt clinging to his slender, but strong form. The lose jeans hugging his hips in the best way. The boy turned around shutting his locker with a bang that made Blaine flinch. His blue eyes looking so lost that Blaine felt a slit ping in his chest. He shook it off, instead he pulled out his phone
‘Mikey meet me outside in 10 minutes and bring your computer’
He snapped his phone shut as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He made his way past the cameras and out the doors. Mike Chang was sitting on the bleachers with his laptop Blaine’s boots clang on the metal.
“What’s up boss?”
“New kid today I want you to find everything you can.”
“You got it.” Mike started to type feverishly on the keys. A few minutes have gone by and Blaine was on his third cigarette.
“You really should stop smoking so much, but anyway found your boy names Kurt Leo Hummel. Born August 30, so his 18 birthday is in like three days. Father owns a garage, has a brother name Carson doesn’t say how old. Mom died when he was eight, his dad also owns a farm…”
“That explains the flannel. Anything else, grades, teacher reports, what school he comes from?” Blaine picked at his finger nails.
“Straight A student. Teachers said he studies hard but is distance and tends to have out bursts. And went to a privet school.”
“What? Puck said he was home schooled?”
“You trust Puck’s word over the kids files?” Mike looked back at his computer. “A few more things you should know. Kid suffers from mood swings and depression, says approach with caution.” Mike turned to Blaine when his computer was fully shut down. “It also said he tried to kill himself before and also cuts. He’s in therapy for multiple reasons and has to take meds for the depression and mood swings.” Blaine shook some as the words came out of his friend’s mouth. What happen to this boy that made him want to do that. He felt bad for what he was going to do and hope this boy didn’t spiral downward.

Blaine thought long and hard during his first five periods and decided that he didn’t want to cause the kid more harm. He pulled out his phone and shot a quick text to Puck.
‘Change of plans leave the kid alone.’
‘What the fuck dude why.’
‘if we try the kid will probably do something harmful to himself’
‘So what does that mean’
‘Just like I said change of fuckin plans’ Blaine snapped his phone shut angrily. He pulled on his leather jacket and made his way to the lunch room. He saw Puck talking to another kid named Finn or some shit, he didn’t pay attention to them as he walked toward the lunch line. ‘fucken line taking forever’ he thought to himself. Blaine turned around just as Puck dumped a slushie onto the new kid’s head. Blaine was furious now, he jumped out of line and made his way over to the boys.
“What the fuck Puck!” Blaine yelled through gritted teeth. Puck just smiled and high fived Finn.
“New kid lets go.” Blaine grabbed Kurt’s bag and arm, dragging him out of the lunch room. He pushed Kurt through the bathroom door, Blaine followed close behind.

Blaine dropped their bags by the sinks, then proceeded to lock the bathroom door. He turned around just as Kurt punched the wall hard enough to leave blood on the brick.
“Kid, you ok?” Blaine asked turning the water on warm and wetting a paper towel.
“Fuck.” Was the only thing Blaine heard. He put his hand on Kurt’s shoulder, pulling back when Kurt flinched.
“Turn around.”
“No”
“Why not? I wanna help you.”
“For what? I’m not your charity case just because I’m new.” Kurt yelled while turning around, the blue syrup staining his face, hair, and shirt.
“Who said you were?” Blaine started to wipe the ice off the boy’s face, glad he didn’t pull away.
“Take your shirt off.” Blaine turned back to the sink. Before he turned around to look at Kurt he heard a faint sob.
“Hey, why are you crying?” Blaine didn’t know what to do. Kurt was sitting on the floor softly crying, sobs racking his slender body. He has never been nice to anyone, let alone a new kid. But there was something about this particular boy that caught his attention and would not let it go. The way the blue dye contrasted with his blue red-rimmed eyes, Blaine was lost, he just stared almost forgetting how to breath until he realized Kurt was talking.
“I’m fuckin cold.” Kurt replied wiping at his eyes.
“That’s noting to cry over. Now stand up and do everything I say.”
“Why are you being nice to me? Hell you don’t even know my name? Besides won’t your reputation get bruised you being seen with the school’s new kid?” Kurt asked but stood just as Blaine asked.
“That’s a lot of questions,” Blaine laughed. “I’m helping you because you look like you could use a friend at the time. You could always tell me your name?” Blaine laughed again.
“Kurt.” Kurt looked down at the floor as he whispered his name.
“Well, Kurt, I’m Blaine and this is going to be awkward for us both but take your shirt off.” Kurt’s eyes got wide but he nodded undoing the buttons slowly, very painfully slow. He shivered once the material was removed. Blaine took his shirt with a small smile. Very glad the boy wasn’t arguing with him. He sat the shirt on the sink and shrugged out of his jacket.
“Here.” Blaine pushed it into Kurt’s hands. Kurt shook his head wrapping his slim arms around his torso. That was when Blaine noticed how pale the boy was, almost like a china doll. Breath taking stunning with his sharp but baby like features. Blaine’s eyes traveled down his toned abs that the flannel had covered. He worked his way back to Kurt’s arms and noticed the slightly red scars, long and angry.
“Come on you’re gonna freeze.” Blaine walked over and placed the leather jacket around Kurt’s shoulders. Kurt took a deep breath, inhaling Blaine’s scent. Cigarettes, cinnamon, with earthly undertones. Shit, He smelt amazing. Kurt closed his eyes as he slipped his arms through the jackets sleeves. Kurt wrapped his arms back around his torso. He violently shivered causing his teeth to chatter. Blaine looked up from wringing out the flannel shirt. His breath caught in his throat. He has never seen someone look so good. His jacket making Kurt look even paler if that was possible. But he also looked so small and weak that Blaine just wanted to wrap him in his arms and never let go. He shook his head lightly.
“How about we skip the rest of school and I buy you a coffee?” Blaine asked hope in his voice while he turned off the warm water. Patiently waiting Kurt’s answer.
“You can tell me more about yourself.” Blaine encouraged.
“Mmm, I don’t think so. My dad would kill me if I skip and I don’t want to miss any of my classes.” Kurt started to shrug out of the jacket. Blaine put his hand on Kurt’s shoulder.
“How about I give you a new shirt then, so you don’t have to wear a wet one around for the rest of the day.”
“No you don’t need to I’ll be fine.” Kurt handed the jacket back. “I’m always fine.”
“Don’t be silly you don’t want to walk around the school with a wet shirt now do you?” Blaine said as he pulled out a simple black v-neck t-shirt from his book bag.
“I really can’t accept that. But thanks.” Kurt threw on his wet flannel and buttoned it up quickly. Blaine could feel the atmosphere changing in a instant. Kurt hurried up and grabbed his bag from under the sink and stormed out of the bathroom. Leaving Blaine standing there like a lost child not knowing what was going on. Blaine ran out of the bathroom a few seconds later yelling after Kurt.
“Hey, Kurt, wait up.”
Kurt stopped in his tracks and turned around looking bored. This caught Blaine off guard at how he can change his attitude so fast. But Blaine kept running, huffing lightly when he finally caught up to him.
“Can I get your number?” Blaine asked a little breathless.
“Nope, now leave me alone.” Kurt went to walk away again but Blaine caught him by the arm. Kurt tensed up. Blaine suddenly dropped his hand to his side.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to give it to you. I barely know you. The only thing I know is your name.” Kurt pulled his bag higher on his shoulder and finally walked away not looking back at Blaine.


Blaine shook his head. He didn’t know what to do, he has never been shot down before. He felt small for some reason. So he left, slipped past the cameras and teachers. He slowly made his way to his bike. The wind whipping around him, that’s when he smelt the unfamiliar scent around him. He knew it was from Kurt. Blaine smirked as he sped away from McKinley toward The Lima Bean.


Kurt sat in his AP Chemistry class replaying the events with that Blaine kid in his head. Who the hell was he anyway? Frustrated with himself he tried to pay attention to what the teacher was saying but found he couldn’t.


Blaine found himself in the back alley of The Lima Bean getting sucked off by the barista who made his coffee.
“You like that baby?” The barista said when she popped her mouth off of Blaine’s cock.
“Less talking. More sucking.” Blaine growled, fisting his hands into the girl’s hair holding her still. He fucked her face, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. Looking for the release he desperately needed. After a few more thrust, he came long and hard in that back of her throat, causing her to gag. Blaine let her go and zipped himself back up.
“Here’s a tip, you’re suppose to swallow sweetcheeks.” Blaine patter her on the cheek and walked away leaving her still sitting on her knees.

The bell finally rang for the end of the day. Kurt let out a sigh of relief escape his mouth as he packed up his messenger bag. He made his way toward his locker only to be body checked into a few lockers before his. A metal lock pressed painfully into his ribs. When he looked up he saw two lettermen jackets high five each other.
“Hey, you in the letterman jackets.” Kurt yelled dropping his bag onto the floor. That got their attention, they turned around looking for who had the guts to call them out.
“Are you talking to us farmer john?” The taller one looked at Kurt with a disgusted gaze.
“Ohh nice come back what did come up with that all by yourself so much hard work for two stupid people.”
“Who the hell are you calling stupid, fairy?” The other called cracking his knuckles.
“Well being that fact that you are the ones that body checked me and who im talking to as of the moment. Im gonna say you two.” Kurt said looking more annoyed then anything.
“So what do you want, what’s your last words before we beat the shit out of you?”
“Well first I want a apology.”
“Not gonna happen.” The taller one said stepping almost chest to chest with Kurt.
“Hmm, Well then in that case.” Kurt pulled his fist back. His hand collided with the jocks jaw. Making a sickly sound when skin hit skin. Before the other jock could even think to hit Kurt they heard a whistle.
“What’s going on here?” A woman in a track suit said looking furious.
“Nothing, Coach, we was just minding our own business when huckle berry finn over there flipped out and decked Karofsky in the face.” The woman turned to Kurt.
“Your side of the story. NOW!”
“They body checked me into the lockers, I’m just repaying them back for the lovely welcome gift.” Kurt said in a huff of annoyance.
“New kid detention starting tomorrow your will be in glee club.” The woman looked satisfied with her answer.
“What the hell is glee club and for how long?” Kurt gave his best bitch glare at the jocks snickering under their breath.
“Gay club is where losers like you belong.”
“Karofsky shut up,” She looked back to Kurt,” and until the bruise on his face is healed.”
“What ever I’m leaving.” Kurt bent over and picked his bag up from where he dropped it. He walked out of the school with the whole hallway staring after him


When Kurt arrived home he could smell his dad attempt dinner. With a sigh he walked into the Kitchen.
“How was your first day of school?” His dad asked not looking up
“Yeah, Kurtie how was school?” His brother Carson asked.
“Shut up Carson, and to tell the truth. I got slushied, then body checked, then I punched the person who body checked me. Have to join a glee club what ever the hell that is as punishment till the jocks face heals up.” Kurt dropped into the seat next to his twin brother. Their dad’s head snapped up when he heard his sons words.
“What?” was all he said.
“I forgot to take my meds so I was irritated and didn’t want to put up with their shit on this fucken suckish day anyway.”
“Still doesn’t give you the right to deck the kid.” Burt sighed “Take your meds dinners almost done.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and looked over at his brother who was picking at his finger nails.
“So, Carson, how was your day at prep school?”
“Oh you know threw a kid into a dumpster.”
“Why in the hell are my boys so violent?” Burt looked up to the sky as if it would give him the answer.
“Awwe cheer up pops, we’re in our last year of school.” Carson said.

Kurt awoke dreading what the day will bring him. He huffed and pulled himself out of bed not caring what his hair looked like for once. He pulled on a pair of slate grey skinny jeans, so tight he almost needed WD40 to slide into them. Kurt rummaged through his boxes of clothes and found one of his old Dalton Academy long sleeve shirts. Once he was dressed, he slipped on a pair of ratty black converse and headed out his door. Once he got to the bottom of the stairs he could hear his dad moving about in the kitchen.
“Morning.” Kurt called from the door way making his dad and brother look up.
“Morning, take your meds don’t want a repeat of yesterday.” Burt said taking a seat at the table with a stack of pancakes.
“Jeez, don’t even walk through the door and already getting my head taken off.” Kurt moved to the counter where his medication was. He took his pills out and swallowed them dry.
“He’s right dad you barely let him walk in before you snapped.” Carson said.
“And if you don’t leave now you’ll be late for school.” Burt huffed out a reply.
“Alright I’m going. I won’t be home till Friday I only stayed to see how Kurt’s first day went.” Carson said grabbing a pancake and shoving it in to his mouth, then hugged his dad. He walked over to Kurt.
“If he gets more snappy call me, ok?” Carson paused waiting for Kurt to answer. Kurt nodded. “Be safe, if you need me to help beat someone’s ass I’ll be there in a heartbeat. And cheer up you got glee today and I think you will like it it’s all about singing and I know you love that.” Carson smiled and hugged Kurt.
“Alright dad I’m leaving too.” Kurt said walking behind Carson.
“But you didn’t even eat.” Burt called.
“Not hungry.” Kurt yelled closing the door behind him.

By the time Kurt reached the school’s parking lot, his medication had stated to kick in making him retreat into himself and close himself off from others. Kurt was positive that the doctors had him on the wrong drugs but he never complained to his dad. As Kurt walked to the front doors of the school he kept his head down hoping that nobody would notice him. But he was wrong. Kurt felt two sets of hands drag him backward toward the dumpsters.
“Any last words before you take a dive?” The kid he punched yesterday asked.
“No.” Kurt replied.
“Well you heard him he don’t have any. Raise him and drop him boys.” Karofsky said with a pained smile. The two jocks that held him swung over the edge of the dumpster causing Kurt to go flying. Kurt banged his head on the metal of the dumpster on the way down and landed in what he thought was yesterdays lunch. He didn’t even have time to wrinkle his nose in disgust before he passed out from the force of the hit. When Kurt woke up he didn’t know how long he was in there for, all he knew was he had to get out of the dumpster and to class. Kurt looked at his phone for the time once he made it into the school, 8:34 am, he sighed he only missed homeroom. The bell rang and kids started to fill out into the hallway.

Blaine ducked his head when he saw Kurt walk through the door. He watched through his lashes as the boy opened his locker. Blaine smiled when the boy found his note he left before homeroom.
Heard you punched Karofsky! Good for you. Now I get to see you in glee every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I’ll see you there, Beautiful. –Blaine
Kurt looked up just missing Blaine turn down the hall toward his locker. But first Blaine was on a mission to find Puck. After a few minutes Blaine found Puck making out with Quinn Fabray, Head cheerleader.
“Puckerman, a word now.” Blaine dragged Puck by his leather jacket into the boy’s bathroom.
“So what was with that stunt you and frankinteen pulled yesterday?” Blaine asked crossing his arms.
“What it was just a little fun.” Puck looked board while answering.
“Just some fun, huh, I told you if you pull stunts like that he is liable to hurt himself like he tried to yesterday.”
“Why do you care so much you hate new kids unless you just want to be nice so you can fuck him and leave him.”
“Yeah, but I’m not going to pick on a kid who suffers from depression and mood swings and has to be on medication for it.” Blaine yelled running a hand through his curls.
“How’d you find out about that?” Puck asked starting to look worried.
“I had Mike hack into his account like I always do when I want information.”
Puck ran a hand through his Mohawk.
“What if something happens because of me I don’t want him to like kill himself.”
“Chill out we will be able to talk to him in glee today.” Blaine stated.
“What when did he join glee.”
“Well he didn’t join. More like a detention from Coach Sue cause he decked Karofsky in the face yesterday for body checking him into a locker.”
“Are you serious he punched Dave in the face?”
“Yeah looks like our boy has some fight in him. I wonder if we can get him to join the football team you know since our team kinda sucks.” Puck thought.
“Not a bad idea but I think we need to get to know him first. If he don’t give me his number today I’m gonna have Mike get it for me.” Blaine stated walking out the door.

The day flew by relatively fast for both boys and by the time they saw each other was glee at the end of the day.
“Ok we have a new member joining us today.” Mr. Schuester walked in, standing in front of the piano. Everyone looked at Kurt. Kurt sunk down into his chair more if that was possible.
“Um. Sorry I don’t know your name.” Mr. Schue looked panic.
“Kurt, His names Kurt.” Blaine answered when it looked as if Kurt lost his voice.
“Well we are glad to have you. Now everyone one has to audition so do you have your piece of music.” Kurt Nodded. “Well lets hear it.” Mr. Schue walked over to his chair and took a seat giving the floor to Kurt. Kurt stood walking over to the band giving them the song.

Yeah I am a man man man man
Up up in the air and I
Run around round round round this town town
And act like I don’t care

Everyone was shocked when they heard the voice, rough and husky like it almost didn’t belong to the boy. Blaine looked up from where he as texting Mike. His mouth hanging open.

So when you see me fly by the planets moon
You don’t need to explain if everything’s change
To know I’m just like you

Blaine was amazed at his voice. But he didn’t have time to think it over as soon as the boy was done singing he turned around walking right out the door. Everyone was still to shocked to say anything. Blaine recovered fast, getting out of his chair. He ran past Mr. Schue into the hallway.
“Kurt, hey, wait up.” Blaine yelled, Kurt stopped and looked down at the tiles of the floor.
“Why did you run like that?”
“Because you were all staring and I need to get home.”
“Why do you have to be home now?”
“Why do you ask so many questions?” Kurt replied turning and walking at a slower pace knowing Blaine would follow.
“Just curious I guess.”
“Well lets put it this way it takes me about forty-five minutes to walk here and I would like to be home before my dad gets home to cook him dinner.” Kurt made it to the door when Blaine opened his mouth again.
“Let me give you a ride I don’t want you walking.” Blaine pulled at Kurt’s long sleeve turning him around to face him. He saw panic in those crystal blue, that was swirled with green and grey making what looks like a storm brewing.
“I won’t do anything I promise just trust me this once then you never have to trust me again if you don’t want to.” Blaine stated. Kurt was still panicking. ‘He didn’t even know this boy. But he was the only one that tried to get to know him. And he stuck up for him. Maybe he ain’t that bad.’ He simply nodded. Blaine beamed a thousand watt smile and started to pull Kurt by the wrist. He could feel Kurt tense underneath his hand, he dropped it immediately.
“Sorry.” Blaine said lowly, Kurt didn’t say anything he just followed Blaine to the parking lot. When they got to Blaine’s car he motioned Kurt to get into the passenger side. He did without saying anything.
“You really don’t talk much do you?” Blaine questioned getting into the driver seat.
“Not really. Never have anyone to talk to.”
“Yet when I asked for your number you said no, how come?”
“I don’t give my number out to people I don’t know.” Just as Kurt ended his sentence his phone went off.

Kuuurrt last class of the day and taking forever I need food now – Carson

Kurt laughed. Blaine was surprised at the bell like sound that filled the car.

Sorry on my way home to make dinner now. I REFUSE TO LET DAD IN MY KITCHEN – Kurt

Blaine knew he was pushing the line with his next question but he was curious.
“Who are you talking to? Must be someone special to make you laugh like that.” Kurt looked surprised Blaine asked, but figured he could tell him.
“My brother Carson is complaining that his last class is taking forever and he is starving.”

WHY must you tease me like that have I not been the best brother you ever had. I mean you know how much I love your cooking –Carson

You are my only brother Car and that’s why I tease you…Thank you I love my cooking too  -Kurt

Im wounded –Carson

Tough im trying to get home –Kurt

Kurt looked up and pocketed his phone when he heard the car start.
“Alright what’s your address?” Blaine pulled to a stop at the end of the lot.
“Make a left at the stop light.” Kurt pointed. Blaine followed his direction.
“Just keep following this road till you get out of town.” Kurt said looking out the window his head resting on the sun warmed glass. Blaine couldn’t handle the silence after a few minutes.
“You know you never did tell me your last name.” Blaine started trying to get a conversation moving even though he already knew his last name.
“Hummel and yours Mr. Blaine?”
“Anderson.”
“Blaine Anderson, it fits you.”
“Thank you. So what are you doing this weekend?” Kurt turned to face Blaine.
“Working 9-7 Saturday. Why?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me but since you have to work..”Blaine trailed off. He noticed that they had just made it past the towns limits.
:Make a right and follow the road the whole way till you see a house.” Kurt pointed the way.
“I’m not sure I still don’t know you very well.”
“Well you never will if you don’t give me a chance.” Kurt thought about it for a moment.
“Fine, I can tell my dad I want off to spend time with a friend he will be thrilled.”
“You work with your dad, what does he do?”
“Owns a garage.”
“How long have you been working with your dad?”
“Let me see stated to take me to the garage when I was five. Im going to be eighteen Saturday so thirteen years.”
“Wait your birthdays on Saturday? Don’t you wanna spend it with family?” Blaine questioned.
“I’ll see them later that day once the garage closes Saturday is always busy.” Kurt didn’t say anymore. A few minutes later Blaine pulled the car to a stop in front of a large house.
“Wow, Kurt, this house is amazing.” Blaine was in awe.
“Um thanks er do you want to come in?” Kurt looked nervous as he opened the car door.
“Sure but only if you don’t mind.” Blaine said getting out of the car also.
“No come on.”
They walked silently to the house. Kurt opened the door, which wasn’t locked. That surprised Blaine.

Blaine walked in behind Kurt closing the door. Blaine looked around, it felt like home even if most of the house was still in boxes. He lived on his own, when he turned eighteen his parents didn’t want him around to ruin their reputation. They paid for the apartment he was living in currently.
“I’m thinking homemade pizza for dinner, wanna help me?” Kurt twisted his hands with nerves.
“Sure. But be warned I’m not a very good cook I mean I live off mac ‘n’ cheese and cereal.” Blaine smiled.
“Don’t your parents cook for you?” Kurt asked walking into the kitchen.
“Well I don’t live with my parents, I live by myself.”
“What? You’re how old, seventeen?”
“Eighteen, thank you. I’m glad my looks and charm makes me seem younger.” Blaine laughed striking a movie star pose. Making Kurt laugh. Blaine’s smile grew even wider.
“So what do you do for fun in this town?” Kurt asked, grabbing the ingredients from all over the kitchen.
“Oh you know go to parties, throw kids in dumpsters, watch Disney movies.” Blaine said shrugging out of his worn leather jacket.
“Wait you watch Disney movies are you five or something?” Kurt started to laugh again.
“No im five and a half.” Blaine pouted crossing his arms over his chest.
“You’re cute, but could you hand me the flour?” Blaine huffed.
“I guess since you called me cute.” Blaine walked over to the table and grabbed the flour. He handed it to Kurt who started to place some on the counter. Blaine jumped up in front of Kurt next to his work space.
“So you gonna teach me how to cook?”
“Yeah if you get your ass off my counter.” Kurt slapped Blaine on the leg.
“I be nice to you and I get beat up for it.” Blaine said eyeing the flour on the counter Kurt has just laid out. He grabbed a handful and dropped it into Kurt’s hair. Blaine hopped off the counter and ran over to the other side of the table. Kurt turned around, he looked furious.
“Kurt come on it was just a joke.” Blaine stated as Kurt turned back to the counter. He saw him take a deep breath. Kurt turned around and before Blaine saw anything coming he face was covered in the white flour. Blaine wiped his eyes, when he could see again he saw Kurt smiling a big toothy grin.
“HUMMEL, THIS IS WAR!” Blaine shouted, grabbing the bag of flour.
He started to pull handfuls at a time throwing them in Kurt’s general direction. Kurt ducked a few handfuls in his dash for cover.
“Anderson, look what you’ve done to my kitchen.” Kurt whined.
“You’ll get over it I’ll even help you clean up. Come on Hummel live alittle.”
“Fine you asked for it.” Kurt rolled out from his place under the table and grabbed the water hose to the sink. He turned it on spraying Blaine in the face. The water was mixing with the flour on the floor creating a weird slime like concoction. Blaine went to chase after Kurt to stop his assault with the hose when he fell, cracking his head off the wooden floor.
“Oh my god Blaine are you ok?” Kurt rushed over to him where he was laying still. He checked his pulse, still breathing, then he picked up his head laying it in his lap. That’s when he saw the blood on his hands and floor.
“Blaine?”
“Blaine, open your eyes.”
“Blaine…Please for me.” Kurt was turning frantic and starting to cry. He didn’t know what to do. He was never in this situation with someone else it was always him waking up like this. Blaine started to blink after a few more pleas and a couple shakes.
“Kurt, what happen why am I on the floor?” Blaine asked groggy.
“Oh sweet mother, you hit your head when you fell now your bleeding.”
“Kurt, I’m fine.” Blaine tried to sit up but got dizzy and fell back on to Kurt’s lap groaning when his head made contact.
“That’s it I’m taking you to the E.R. you need to get that checked out.” Blaine started to protest.
“Blaine stop fighting it and just let me help you like you helped me yesterday. Please.” Kurt pulled his puppy dog look. Blaine signed, Kurt took that as a yes. Kurt gentle laid Blaine’s head back down onto the floor. Standing up, he grabbed Blaine’s jacket and his keys. After he went over to Blaine and slowly helped him up into a standing position leaning on Kurt.
“Blaine you have to stay awake for me.” Kurt whined when he saw Blaine’s eyes close.
“I’m awake.” Blaine’s eyes blinked open.