The Phone Call

Being an out gay teen in the middle of nowhere Ohio gave a person thick skin. Kurt had been bullied, mocked and made fun of for what seems like his entire life. And he has allowed himself to sit back and take it, always choosing the higher road. But seeing his beloved writhing in agony on the ground in pain because of what that damned meerkat had done, and knowing that Blaine was injured because he took the slushy to protect him, was the last straw. In the instant that he realized what had happened, Kurt had simultaneously tried to lunge for Sebastian and go for Blaine at the same time. This resulted in him stumbling forward a step before regaining himself and lunging again for Sebastian. It was then when Puck of all people grabbed him, turned him toward Blaine and told him to keep his head together. Kurt would note to thank Puck later as he crouched next to a writhing Blaine and tried to figure out what was wrong. He barely knew the passing of time and it wasn’t until the blaring of the sirens did he realize that someone must have called the ambulance. 

After getting Blaine safely into the vehicle and arguing with the EMT as to why he should be riding with him, Kurt found himself in his Navigator with Finn and Rachel following behind it. He was still angry and nervous and heartbroken. He was barely keeping it together and therefore it was understandable why he nearly jumped out of his seat when Rachel tapped his shoulder. 

“Hey Kurt, I know you are upset, but someone needs to call Blaine’s parents and tell them what happened, and well, they aren’t answering the house phone.” She said in a soft tone.

“Thats because they are in L.A. on business,” Kurt said to the windshield as he mindlessly pulled out his phone and made the last call he ever wanted to make in his life. 

The phone rang for what seemed like an eon, and Kurt was sure that it would go to voicemail, in fact, if he wasn’t a mess right now himself, then he would be glad for it. But at the last moment, the phone picked up and he heard the gruff hello of Mr. Anderson. 

“Mr. Anderson..Hi, its Kurt, Blaine’s in trouble.” Kurt managed to breathe this line out fast enough before Mr. Anderson could tell him that he was too busy at the moment. Kurt heard a gasp then a swear and what sounded like a pen falling to the floor. 

“What? What happened? Where are you? Put Blaine on.” Mr. Anderson demanded from across the line.

“I can’t do that sir, he’s...he’s in the ambulance right in front of us. We were meeting with the Warblers to discuss regionals when the new captain threw...threw a slushy at me and Blaine took it for me.” Kurt gulped and continued, “ There must have been something wrong with it, because Blaine stayed on the ground clutching his eye. We’re on our way to Lima General right now. I just wanted to let you know. I am so so sorry, (hic).” Kurt lost it as he burst into tears. Feeling ashamed of crying while talking to the formidable elder Anderson. 

“Kurt calm down, I have to go rearrange my meeting and tell Ava the try to get a flight home. Stop crying, its not your fault. Blaine’s insurance card is in his wallet, call me when you know what was in the slushy and preferably if Blaine is able to talk. I’ll talk to you in a bit.” And with that Mr. Anderson hung up. 

Kurt breathed deeply and took a minute to reflect on the events of the evening. He had once heard the emergencies and crisis bring out a person’s true colors. He had never given it much thought, but realized that he hoped it to be true as that was the longest conversation he had ever had with Blaine’s father. He had thought it was a miracle when they were first introduced that Mr. Anderson had been nice at all, if not a little uncomfortable and gruff. But he guessed that the news of ones own child being hurt was enough to break a barrier. Kurt shook his head at this new parental development. There would be time to think about it later, right now Blaine needed him. And there was the matter of the Meerkat to tend to.