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Chapter One, On My Way

Kurt Hummel was driving to Rachel’s house on the freeway, like any other Friday would be. Singing along to Rose’s Turn, he was sipping a Diet Coke with one hand and steering with the other.

Blaine Anderson was driving home from a quick visit to the Lima Bean, like any other day. He was singing along to Somebody That I Used To Know, sipping a medium drip with extra cinnamon with one hand and steering with the other.  He hit a bump in the road, and gripped his coffee with both hands to keep it steady.

The two people didn’t even know each other.

Then it happened.

Kurt blacked out the moment he hit Blaine’s car. His “quirky, small” Ford Fiesta bounced off Blaine’s  dark green Ford Yaris, hit the yard rail, flipped over, and rolled over. Blaine’s car skidded to the other side of the road and did the same as Kurt’s.

Blaine screamed the entire time as he flipped over.

Then his world went black.

Blaine woke up in the ambulance, next to some a random man, still unconscious. He did admit to himself, the person next to him was mildly attractive. But he couldn’t think about that right now. He had to think about where he was, why his head hurt so bad, and what the hell was happening.

“Okay, dude-“Blaine started. His head spun in circles, making him nauseas.

“We got a waker!” The paramedic yelled- too loud. Blaine’s head spun again. His ears were ringing, and everything was painful, and spinning, and too bright and too loud and something was over his mouth and- blackness.

Kurt’s dreams were odd. He didn’t think he ever made it to Rachel’s – or fell asleep, for that matter. His head hurt, though. That probably was from Rachel talking. Anyways, his dreams were odd. He was driving along, and got into a car crash. With some mildly delicious looking. He woke up from what seemed like a long, too long dream, and everything was just…echoing. There were people moving their mouths in a frantic tone, but no sound was coming out. His head, oh his head. It hurt as if a thousand bricks had been put on it. His head was wet. He tried to pick up his hand, but he felt as if he had no more control of anything. His eyes were trying to adjust to the light but they weren’t working. He sunk back into darkness.

The next time Blaine woke up, he  felt mildly better. He was in a hospital bed, lying on his back uncomfortably. His arm was in a tight cast, and his head pounded. His ears, thankfully, weren’t ringing and the room was spinning out of control.

“Where am I?” Blaine asked, peering around the room. His brother jerked up at the sound of his voice, and leapt to his bedside.

“Oh, Blainers. You were in a car crash. Some super cute guy, too.” He winked, and Blaine laughed. It hurt his head to do so. “Yeah, you got a concussion. If you couldn’t tell. That’s why everything kind-of sucks right now.” Cooper continued. Blaine nodded.

“Who’s next to me, anyway?” Blaine asked. If Cooper said he was cute, he actually might be. Cooper sauntered over to the unconscious persons’ bed tag.

“Kurt Hummel.” Cooper walked back over. “A reasonable name.”

Blaine giggled. “You judge people by their names?” Cooper punched Blaine’s arm playfully, making Blaine wince.

“So-oh, crap. Sorry, dude. Totally forgot you broke your arm.” Cooper apologized awkwardly. Blaine chuckled again.

“ ‘Cause you can totally just forget where you are and what you’re talking about.” Blaine smirked.

“Go back to sleep. I liked it better when you were.” Cooper smiled.

Blaine grinned back, lay down, and closed his eyes.