The ride to the hospital was hell. Blaine kept dozing off in the passenger seat. Kurt was panicing the whole way, his whole body was a bundle of nerves. Kurt pulled into the hospital parking lot switching off the GPS.
“Blaine we’re here.” Kurt lightly shook his shoulders. Blaine’s eyes snapped open but not really focusing on anything.
“Grandpa stop hitting me my head hurts already.” Blaine whined. Kurt could see the fear in his eyes.
“Blaine it’s me Kurt.” Kurt pleaded. Blaine seemed to snap back.
“Kurt?”
“Yes it’s me come on lets go in.” Kurt got out of the car and proceeded to help Blaine out. Blaine groaned when his head snapped forward.
“Oh My God. Blaine I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Kurt’s voice rose a octave.
“Kurt, calm down, it’s my fault.” Blaine moaned when he saw the bright white of the emergency room. The nurse looked up from the desk. When she saw who it was her eyes grew sad.
“Blaine, what happen this time?” She questioned.
“Carole, looking lovely as always.” Blaine smiled.
“Cut the crap and tell me. And thank you.”
“Fell and hit my head having a fight with him.” Blaine smiled again and pointed at Kurt. Kurt bowed his head.
“Is this true, hon?” Carole asked.
“Don’t believe me, huh?” Blaine raised a eyebrow.
“Not one bit.” Carole turned back to Kurt.
“So is it true?” Kurt looked up and nodded.
“Yes ma’am he threw flour some flour and started a friendly fight, then he slipped on water.”
“Alright go sit down, I’ll sign you in.” Blaine walked away taking a seat along the wall. Kurt followed, sitting nervously next to him.
“Thanks for bringing me by the way. I’m not use to people helping me or just caring in general. I’ve always done this by myself.” Kurt looked over to Blaine. His head was against the wall with his eyes closed.
“No problem, wouldn’t want you dying in my kitchen now would we?” Kurt joked. Blaine smiled, eyes still closed. Kurt’s phone started to vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the name ‘Dad’.
“Hello.”
“Kurt Leo Hummel! Where the hell are you and why is the kitchen a mess?” Burt bellowed.
“I’m at the hospital-“
“What happen! What did you do! Are you alright? I’m coming down there.”
“Dad, shut up and let me talk the hospital and the kitchen tie in together.” Kurt took a deep breath. “Yesterday this guy helped me after I got slushied. Then after glee today he offered to ride me home cause he didn’t want me to walk home. I don’t know why he wants to help me but he did and so when we get to the house I was gonna start dinner. But then he decided to be a ass and threw flour in my hair and told me to live a little that’s when I got the water hose. The water started to mix with the flour. When he went to grab the hose he slipped, cracking his head on the floor, blacking out. When I picked his head up it was bleeding. When he came to he was confused. So I brought him to the er.”
“Um… Is he alright?” Kurt could hear the relief in his voice.
“I’m not really sure we haven’t been called back yet.”
‘Blaine Anderson’
“Gotta go dad.” Kurt looked over at Blaine.
“You want me to come with you?”
“Sure, it’s always boring by myself.” Blaine stood up holding out his hand for Kurt. Kurt took it, standing up, he was confused when Blaine didn’t let go he just started walking. They followed the nurse back into the examination room.
“The doctor would be with you shortly.”
“Thank you.” Kurt said. The nurse smiled and left the room.
“So tell me more about yourself.” Blaine said sitting on the bed.
“What do you want to know.” Kurt replied, standing with one hand in Blaine’s and the other in his pocket.
“Hmm, what’s your favorite color?”
“Yellow.”
“Bright. You seem bright. Ok favorite food?”
“Oh, that’s tough one I like to cook and bake so can’t decide.”
“Maybe you can cook for me one day.” Blaine joked.
“What do you like to eat?”
“You don’t have to cook for me.” Blaine said, starting to play with Kurt’s fingers.
“Do you have a obsession with hands?” Kurt asked.
“No not really. But yours are so soft.”
“You have a weird obsession with my hands. Now that’s creepy.”
“I can’t help it.” Blaine smiled up at Kurt.
“Aren’t you suppose to throw kids like me in dumpsters like my brother does?”
“Your brother throws you in dumpsters? That’s just mean.” Blaine tilted his head to the side.
“No but he throws kids in dumpsters at his school.”
“And I don’t know what it is and this is weird for me…I don’t know how to explain it but your different. But after so long of doing the same thing over and over it gets tired some and you need a change. I’m hoping you’re my change.” Blaine said to the floor not looking at Kurt. Kurt was about to reply when the door open, entering a doctor.
“Blaine what the hell have you gotten your self into this time?” The doctor questioned.
“Hey, Mykle, how you been? How’s the wife and kids of yours?” Blaine asked.
“Their good. Mary keeps asking if I seen you lately. I think this is the longest you been without coming here.” Dr. Mykle pulled Blaine’s chart out.
“Honestly doc I hope this is the last time, but this time it was all my fault.”
“Well I hope so for your sake. Oh before I forget are you coming to the family reunion?”
“Probably not you know how grandpap is. But can you check my head so I can go I love you and all and I like seeing you but my head is throbbing like it got stepped on by a elephant.”
“Alright. We are going to start with the memory test. When’s your birthday?”
“December 27.”
“What day is it?”
“Wednesday.”
“Ok I want you to follow the pen with your eyes with out moving your head.” Mykle took the pen back and forth then up and down. Blaine followed it with his eyes wincing every time his eyes move.”
“Do you feel a pressure against your eyes when you move them?”
“Yes it fucken hurts.”
“Language B. Alright anything else I should know about?”
“He has a gash on the back of his head.” Kurt spoke up from the corner of the room.
“Lean your head down so I can see it.” Blaine leaned his head forward so Mykle could take a look. Mykle moved his mess blood matted locks aside so he could see the wound.
“Looks like you’ll need four stitches for this and you have a minor concussion so someone is going to have to wakes you up every 2 hours to make sure everything is fine.” Blaine tried to protest.
“You know I don’t have anyone to check on me I live by myself.”
“You can stay with me tonight.” Kurt said quietly from the corner again.
“Are you sure?” Blaine looked up with big eyes.
“I’m going to go get the sutures to stitch that up while you two work this out.” Mykle said walking out of the door.
“Yeah I’m sure I mean it’s only the couch but yeah you can sleep there. I don’t want you to die.” Kurt bit his bottom lip. Blaine stood up and walked over to Kurt kissing him right on the mouth. A very short peck on the lips. When Blaine pulled back Kurt was wide eyed and looked fearful.
“Shit! I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me. Fuck! You know what I’m just going to sleep at my house tonight. Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine I always am.” Blaine sat back down on the bed and wrapped his arms around himself. Making himself look like a lost little boy. Kurt shook his head after a few minutes of silence, coming down from his shock. He reached over and pried one of Blaine’s hands from his body and held it in his.
“No you can still come to my house. I’ll just have to tell my dad when we get there the reason.” Blaine looked up again, right into Kurt’s eyes. A small smile twitched at the sides of his mouth. They never realized the door was never closed when Mykle left the room and he saw the last few minutes. He walked in ready to stitch up Blaine’s head with a smile on his face.


Mykle cleared his throat. The boys jumped and looked up at him.
“What are you smiling about?” Blaine asked.
“Nothing, just never pictured my brother kidding anyone and then the other person looking scared. Are you that bad of a kisser B?” Mykle chuckled. Kurt’s face turned white and he suddenly dropped Blaine’s hand. Blaine looked up and saw Kurt was panicking.
“I’m going to the cafeteria for something to drink.” Kurt walked out, not listening to Blaine’s pleas to come back.
“What’s wrong with him?” Mykle asked while putting on a pair of blue gloves.
“Fuck!” Blaine ran a hand down his face wincing with the pressure on his eyes. “He has a lot of problems going on. He has problems with depression and mood swings and has done things. I’m not even suppose to know. Now, please don’t say anything.” Blaine looked at his brother. His brother held up his hands in surrender.
“So are you dating him?”
“No he’s new to the school. But I wish I was. It’s weird I’ve never been nice to new kids I’ve thrown them in and slushied them. But there’s something about him that I can’t shake.”
“Well he seems like a good kid if he’s willing to put up with you for the whole night.” Mykle said from behind Blaine. “You’re done by the way.” He said walking around Blaine pulling off his gloves.
“You should come over to the house sometimes over the weekend.”
“Ohh I can’t. Kurt’s birthdays Saturday.” Blaine looked sorry.
“Next weekend then, Mary will be happy to see you so will the rugrats.” Blaine smiled at his brother.
“Will do.” Blaine stood up and hugged his brother. “Now I have to fine Kurt and make sure he’s okay.”
“Call me sometimes. I miss you, maybe we can get Coop to come, too.”
“I’d like that.” Blaine walked to the door. “I love you, you know that right?”
“Yes, I do little brother. Now go find your man.” Mykle laughed as he cleaned up. Blaine shook his head and walked out of the door. He started down the hallway toward the automatic double doors that lead back to the emergency room. He found Kurt sitting in a darker corner of the emergency room with a drink in each hand and a to-go box sitting next to him.
“Are you that thirsty?” Blaine raised a triangular eyebrow but couldn’t hold his smile back.
“Um…No… One’s for you and so is the to-go box.” Kurt mumbled.
“You didn’t have to get me anything.” Blaine said brushing some flour out of Kurt’s hair.
“I know but I felt bad for storming out the way I did.”
“It’s not your fault it was my brother’s fault.”
“And I also got it for you cause you haven’t eaten today that I know off.”
“How did you know that?”
“I’m magic. Come on lets get home I need a shower.” Kurt said standing up.
“Um…I have nothing to wear.” Blaine said grabbing the to-go box in one hand and the other went threw Kurt’s arm and side linking at the elbows.
“You can barrow something of mine weirdo.” Kurt smiled.
“Oh I’m the weirdo and why is that?”
“Cause you seem to like touching me.”
“Cause you’re soft like a kitty. I always wanted a kitty or a puppy. I would love that puppy and feed him and take him for walks.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? Your brother didn’t give you something funky to take. Or does you mind automatically switch to child mode after six pm?” Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine.
“It’s always on child mode to me….Wait did you say it’s after six. Shit I have to call work.” Blaine let go of Kurt and pulled out his phone.
“Hello….Sorry, Sir I won’t be able to come in I just got out of the hospital and have a concussion and stitches….Yes I understand, thank you sir.”
“Kurt I’ll be right back.” Blaine ran back inside right up to the nurse Carole. She nodded and grabbed a piece of paper signing it. Blaine hugged her over the desk then ran back out.
“Excuse from work.” Blaine linked his arm back with Kurt’s.
“So what you get me to eat.”
“Well you look like a cheeseburger and fries kinda guy to me.” Kurt said stopping at the car.
“A man after my very heart.” Blaine laughed.
“Just get your ass in the car.”
“A very pushy man after my very heart.” Blaine restated. Kurt unlinked their arms and back handed Blaine’s chest.
“Hey, you can’t hit me I’m injured.”
“Where do you live you can sleep there tonight?”
“No, Kurt, please I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.”

Once they were in the car, Kurt turned the engine on and pulled out of the hospital’s parking lot.
“Where do you live?” Kurt looked over to Blaine.
“Why? You said I can stay at your house. Are you mad at me?” Blaine’s words ran together.
“Never mind. Okay.” Blaine sighed in relief. “So tell me about yourself. I mean you kept asking about me I wanna know about you.”
“Only if you promise not to tell anyone and I mean it. I don’t want this getting around no one knows.” Blaine looked over at Kurt with a air of seriousness around him. It kinda scared Kurt but he wasn’t going to say that and Blaine not tell him anything. Kurt nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. Blaine rolled the window down some letting the warm air blow on his face, he took a deep breath and began to tell his story. He didn’t know why he was telling Kurt this but he felt like he needed to know.

Blaine grew up in a small town just outside of Dublin till he was about 12. His father, Declan, remarried after his mother died of a car crash. After they got married his step mother convinced his father to move to the united states where all of her family lived. She didn’t want to move he daughter from her friends. His father had no problem up-rooting his kids from their friends and family. They packed their bags and moved to a little town in Ohio called Lima. His years of middle school was hell to say the least. He was made fun of because of his accent and because he didn’t know anything about America, really. Over the summer of his first year in America he toned down his accent enough to past as American. When he was 14, he came out to his family. Everybody told him it was wrong and they turned their backs on him. His father had called his Blaine’s grandfather to tell him of his failure of a grandson. Once his grandfather knew he came to live with them in the United States. He started to take control over everything, sending Blaine to converging camps to try and make him see his wrong. But that didn’t work, every time Blaine came home he was depressed, bitter, and angry. When the camps wasn’t working, his grandfather took it amongst himself to beat the ‘gay’ out of him. Blaine had to start covering bruises when he went out of the house. After a few months the beatings got worse. He beat him till he almost couldn’t walk. Blaine would drag himself five miles to the hospital, almost passing out on the side of the road ready to give up on life. The one time his brother came home from college early. He walked in on their grandfather beating Blaine in the living room. ‘You worthless piece of shit!” He screamed. “What’s stopping me from killing you right here, right now?” He kicked Blaine in the chest hard so he couldn’t answer. He kept kicking him moving up to Blaine’s head and screaming. His brother pulled their grandfather off of him and drove him to the hospital, where Blaine fell into a coma for 5 days. When Blaine woke up he didn’t know who he was or what had happen.


“When I was 17 I got emancipated. I was able to find a small apartment and have to work two sometimes three jobs to survive…”Blaine trailed off. He looked over at Kurt who had tears in his eyes.
“Shit…I didn’t mean to make you cry…Hey I’m not anyone to cry over.” Blaine put his arms over his chest in defense.
“I’m sorry….I’m sorry that happen to you.” Kurt wiped the tears off his face pulling up to his house. He cut the engine turning to Blaine. Blaine continued to look out the window not wanting to see the hurt he put into Kurt’s eyes.
“Thank you.”
“For what the only thing I did was make you cry.”
“For telling me even if you don’t know me. For everything you’ve done to help me since I moved here.” Kurt reached over and tugged one of Blaine’s hands free holding it in his own. Blaine finally looked over.
“And you say I have a weird obsession with hands.” Blaine smiled. Kurt let go of his hand and whacked him on the chest.
“Get out of the car I need a shower.”
“I’ll get out if you let me get one with you.” Blaine wigged his eye brows and then dashed from the car.