Prompt: Combing ridiculous sentence prompts “Please put me down it's just a sprained ankle” and “So what if I broke my arm I'm still doing it.” Klaine. Rated T.

It had been a really stupid risk, and Kurt had known that when he decided to try it, but he hadn't thought he'd actually fall that far and his spotters would fail that epically. Sure, he knew that twisting his body like that in the air was just… crazy. But. He was one of Sue Sylvester's best! Crazy was in his blood. If he wasn't pushing the limits then he might as well bed dead. As it was, he barely got himself up off the gymnasium floor without screaming in a mixture of pain and frustration.

“Hummel! What do you think you're doing? You aren't getting back in the air like that!” Coach Sue's voice rang through the gym as she stomped toward him, lecturing about how he most likely broke his arm, given that he fell right on it and had yet to stretch it out from the bent position it was in during the botched landing.

Kurt grumbled under his breath, ignoring his coach and the eye roll shot at him from the bleachers where a seemingly uninterested duo of Blaine Anderson and Noah Puckerman sat, occasionally wolf-whistling just to piss Quinn and Santana off. “So what if I broke my arm? I'm still nailing this move…” Blue eyes narrowed in determination as Kurt motioned to his horrible spotters, not taking the time to find better for fear that that would give Sue enough time to actually stop him.

Soon enough, he was in the air again, contorting his body better this time, but still not good enough. When he moved his arm, he winced and lost concentration, flailing his uninjured arm as he came down to the ground faster than he had planned for. Kurt landed hard on the side of his foot, rolling his ankle and squealing in pain.

“Oh, great. Just great. Fan-freakin-tastic, Hummel! Why couldn't you just listen? Now I'm out a star because he's too damned stubborn!” Coach Sue was so angry she knocked over the pyramid Quinn had been at the top of, storming out of the gym and leaving Kurt lying on the ground in pain.

It was a slight shock when he found himself in strong arms, then, the scent of leather and Clove cigarettes filling his nostrils every time he inhaled. Blaine. Kurt put on his best bitch-face as he narrowed his eyes at the boy, barely resisting the urge to run his fingers through those messy-but-so-silky curls and kiss him hard. “Please put me down. It's just a sprained ankle,” he requested, though his eyes were much less kind than his words.

Blaine just shook his head and grinned, tilting his head and kissing Kurt with the demand that the cheerleader had felt pulsing in his own veins earlier. It was no secret they were together, but they weren't very public people, so a kiss like this was special. It was also a hard bargaining tool and it was working. Kurt relaxed in Blaine's arms with a sigh.

“You're lucky you brought the Nav today, babe. Don't think you'd be riding bitch on my bike like this…” he teased, earning him a smack on the back of the head from Quinn.

Kurt thanked her and blew her kisses as he was carried out of the gymnasium. The two had grown close what with their boyfriends being the two ‘baddest asses' of McKinley and all… “My hero,” Kurt groused, handing over his keys and allowing his boyfriend to take him to the hospital where Carole worked. He'd get hell for the injuries, but at least his dad knew Blaine and wouldn't be too mad about him driving the Navigator. “Blaine?” he whimpered as the bad boy buckled him into the passenger seat. “My arm and ankle hurt…”

At the sight of unshed tears on Kurt's lashes, Blaine's breath caught and he leaned in to kiss Kurt sweet and slow. “I'll get you there quick and Carole will get you right in, babe. I got you.” I got you. With those words, Kurt felt safe.