“You what?” Rachel yelled lough enough for the entire hospital to hear through Kurt’s phone

“It wasn’t really my fault. He just flew in front of my car. There wasn’t enough time-“ Kurt barely believed any of the words pouring from his mouth.

“Not enough time to stop yourself from killing him?”

“He’s not dead Rachel. Calm yourself. Honestly.”

“I can’t believe you’re not freaking out about this.” Rachel was practically hyperventilating.

“Oh my God. Why did I call you? I completely forgot you make everything 10 times worse. I’m hanging up. I’ll you later… probably”

“Probably?”

“He’s kind of gorgeous and-“

“Kurt!”

“Hanging up.”

Kurt turned around and watched through the glass door as Santana tended to the beautiful boy lying there. If he was being honest with himself, he knew it was probably more detrimental, for Blaine that is, if he were to remain. It would be harder for Blaine to see him around all the time. But how could he walk away? For some reason the few minutes Kurt had spent with him had sparked a new curiosity. Blaine groaned, low and deep, and turned his sleeping face in Kurt’s direction. Maybe it was more than a curiosity.

Santana’s head snapped up. Her eyes bore holes into Kurt’s and rigidly she straightened herself up and made her way towards him. She pulled the sliding door open, slowly but forcefully, and shut it behind her.

“Look” she said, her voice serious and sharp “I don’t know who you are, but let me tell you this: I have known Blaine since high school, we have been best friends since high school and I have never heard of you. Not once. Considering that you two are ‘friends’, you’d think that I would have, right?

“In fact, from the way you were perving on him just now, I’m getting the feeling that you’ve only just met. Now, I know how he got in here. Apparently he collided pretty full on into the front of someone’s car. That wouldn’t be your car, would it? ‘Cause I swear to God if I find out you are the reason he can barely breathe right now, I-“

“No! No it wasn’t me. Not my car. No. I, uh, met him a few days ago, yeah. I just saw him come in and thought I’d check.” Kurt stammered. He couldn’t believe he’d been so intimidated by a girl who was a blubbering mess mere moments ago. But he was.

“Whatever. I think I’ve got it from here. So, why don’t you leave...”

“Kurt.” He reminded her.

“Kurt. Cute. Do I have to tell you twice?”

“No. Not at all. I’m going”

Kurt sighed deeply as he leaned against the door once back in his apartment. The entire way home he’d been terrified of Santana’s threat. He had absolutely no doubt that she would deliver on her promise. Whatever it was. His five seconds of tranquility were interrupted by a blithering Rachel who had obviously heard the door close, and seemed to think the sky was falling.

“Kurt! Are you okay? Have the police talked to you. Oh my God, can you be jailed for this?”

“Rachel, I will give you 2 seconds to stop talking. Please.”

“Right.” She all but whispered. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. Not really. I think I might just go to bed actually”

“Okay, well let me know”

Kurt lay in bed awake, replaying the scene in his head; Blaine’s startled eyes as the brakes screeched, the thud that shook through his body upon impact, the tan body lying on the road, broken. It took a special talent to look that incredible after being hit by a car, Kurt thought, but the way that his face had fallen with a few dark curls lingering by his eyes, he did.

Blaine’s soft smile when he had said hello was warm, his eyes shone even under the harsh hospital light and in the blink of an eye, Kurt was smitten. To think that he had broken something so beautiful sent multiple waves of pain through his body. Though Santana’s words were easily translated into a very dangerous “don’t fuck with me” Kurt refused to let himself be bullied away. This was fate, admittedly a very unfortunate introduction, but an introduction nonetheless. And it was not one that Kurt was going to let slip into the past. 

“I think I should bring him flowers. That’s a gentlemanly thing to do, right?”

“Sorry?” Rachel called from the kitchen.

“Do you think it’d be ok for me to bring him flowers?”

“I’m sure he’d appreciate it Kurt. Do you think pizza for dinner?”

“Carbs, Rachel. Carbs.”

“That’s a no, then?” Rachel leant against the doorframe.

Kurt sat up and wiped his face.

“Okay, you so want to talk about it. So spill. Tell me everything. How wonderful is this Blaine character?”

“I really don’t know him at all, Rachel.”

“But you want to.” Rachel giggled.

Kurt laughed and decided to ignore her. “I could go Thai.”

“Thai it is.”