You could have heard a pin drop in the parking garage as everyone took in what had just occurred. Blaine was the first to move, reaching out and whipping the red slush from his eyes. Kurt overcame the shock next, moving around his boyfriend and lunging at Sebastian, who was still holding the cup in front of him, just as surprised as everyone else as to what exactly had just happened.
However, once Sebastian was reeling backwards from Kurt's punch, the room erupted into movement. Kurt was going after Sebastian again, yelling. The rest of the New Directions had erupted in similar shouts of rage or confusion (except for Blaine, who was still in slushy-induced shock), with the Warblers not far behind. David managed to catch Kurt before he reached Sebastian.
"Let me go!" Kurt struggled to get out of the other boy's grasp.
"Kurt." Kurt calmed down slightly as David forced him to look at him. "Blaine does not need to see all this." Kurt blinked before realizing that the Warblers and New Directions were fighting with each other. And Blaine had felt bad competing with the Warblers... He nodded his thanks to the dark skinned boy, and rushed back to Blaine, who was beginning to shiver.
"Blaine, we're going to get you cleaned up, okay?" he offered. Blaine nodded slightly, eyes still wide. Kurt grabbed the shorter boy and pulled him away from the squabbling glee clubs. Sebastian opened his mouth to comment as the couple exited, but David turned and shoved him, causing him to fall on his backwards with a thud.
"You're an asshole," he informed him before moving in between the squabbling groups to try to make peace.
"…thought you might be different but…" Mercedes was yelling at Trent, but David doubted it was anything directed at him personally, he just happened to be the closest. Two blond haired girls were holding back a brunet in a cheerleading uniform, who was screaming in Spanish (something about "cosas malas" which sounded scary even to David, who has never taken Spanish in his life). A few of the Warblers were yelling back things about how Sebastian was not the only aggressor or over-reactions. David stored this in the "deal with later" category. He managed to catch Nick and Jeff, who seemed overwhelmed. He grabbed them anyway, turning his back on the New Directions to talk to them.
"We need to…" David's plan was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. He turned around and was instantly met by a slap to the cheek. He blinked at the short brunet (he remembered something about her being a diva, but the name escaped him) in front of him as his face throbbed.
"You think you're so clever, being all chummy before you throw food at people and break their spirits." She raised her hand for a second slap, but the tall boy (Kurt's brother…Frank? Phil? ) caught her.
"Finn, let me go!" she snapped. Ahha! Finn didn't listen turning instead to glare at David.
"You should leave. Now." David decided that now was an awful time for peace making, so just nodded and grabbed Niff (who seemed pretty angry about the slap) and yanked them with him to the back of the crowd.
"We will beat your asses at regionals!" The girl shrieked after them. Nick had turned to yell something but David didn't let him.
"Both of you calm down," he ordered. They blinked, because David had resorted to the "do what I say or die" voice which Wes used to use. "You're in charge of Sebastian." With that, he turned to the crowd.
"WARBLERS, SHUT UP NOW!" Everyone turned to stare at the senior. "We are leaving. Now." With that, they headed out, the New Directions glaring after them.
Kurt pulled Blaine into the bathroom. Blaine was still shivering, but his eyes weren't as wide.
"Okay, you're going to need to take off your jacket and shirt, and we'll see if we can prevent them from staining," Kurt began, trying to focus on practicality and not the situation itself.
"This sucks," Blaine spoke finally, looking at his jacket for a second before simply setting it next to the sink because they couldn't wash it anyway. He opted to try to brush some of the stuff out of hair.
"Blaine, I need your shirt," Kurt reprimanded, holding his hand out. Blaine looked down at the white t with a sigh.
"I don't think the stain's coming out with hand soap." Kurt sighed, grabbing a few towels and starting on getting the slushy out of Blaine's hair while he dried his shirt.
"If we were at school I would have some detergent and…"
"Kurt."
"I guess we'll just have to go home…"
"Kurt."
"and… god, Blaine, you're still shivering! I'm so sorry…" Blaine finally stopped Kurt's rant by pressing their lips together.
"I'm okay Kurt. This isn't your fault." Kurt shook his head.
"He was aiming at me, and then you…" Blaine was going to protest, but both boys were stopped by Blaine's phone beginning to ring with Hakuna Matata.
"That's David." Blaine observed. Kurt handed Blaine the towels to continue getting the slushy out of his hair before answering the phone.
"Blaine, are you okay?"
"David." Kurt turned away from Blaine to hiss into the phone so he wouldn't upset Blaine.
"Oh, hi Kurt. Is Blaine alright?"
"Well, let's see, he just had a frozen beverage thrown all over him, so…"
"Kurt, save the passive aggressive. What flavor was the slushy?" Kurt blinked.
"Why the hell does that matter?"
"Kurt?" Kurt spun to see his still shivering boyfriend. Shouldn't he have stopped by now? "Do you start feeling tingly when you get slushied?" Kurt blinked.
"It was cherry, wasn't it?" David's voice sounded constricted. Blaine was getting paler. He glanced at his hands, which were trembling.
"Fuck."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm allergic to the chemicals they use to flavor things cherry," Blaine replied, his voice weaker than usual. "I must have swallowed some." Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open and David charged in, hanging up his phone. He glanced at Blaine and Kurt, Blaine shaking and Kurt looking scared.
"We need to get Blaine to the emergency room," he announced. Kurt snatched his bag, pulling out his sweater and wrapping it around his boyfriend before beginning to lead Blaine from the room.
"It's not that bad," Blaine protested weakly, but he was ignored by the other two.
"Kurt, where's your car?" David asked. Kurt (who was supporting Blaine) nodded in the direction. David grabbed Kurt's bag from him so he could better support Blaine. Once they reached the car, David managed to find the keys in the front pocket of Kurt's bag.
"I can drive," he offered. Kurt smiled thankfully as he and Blaine climbed into the backseat, Blaine staying snuggled into Kurt.
The boys remained silent as they drove. They'd been driving for about five minutes when Blaine whimpered from Kurt's arms.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked instantly.
"It's getting harder to breathe," Blaine mumbled. Kurt tightened his grip.
"David, can you drive faster?"
"Already on it," David replied as the car accelerated.
The hospital's waiting room was a horrid off-white color, full of chairs that were only vaguely comfortable and the occasional table of magazines which no one read. David had taken up pacing, while Kurt was simply sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs, his face covered by his hands and his elbows resting on his knees. David went over and sat next to Kurt since he was getting weird looks from the others in the room for his incessant pacing.
"You okay?" he asked. Kurt didn't respond. "Kurt?" Kurt shook his head back and forth minutely. "Can you look at me?" Kurt shook his head again. "Blaine'll be okay." Kurt pulled his head from his hands to glare at the other boy (though the effect was somewhat ruined by the puffy-redness of his eyes).
"You don't know that." David put a hand on Kurt's shoulder, but Kurt continued before he could speak. "I didn't even know he was allergic! What kind of a boyfriend am I? And he was having trouble breathing and it's my fault in the first place and-"
"Breathe." David reminded. "This is not your fault; it's that blond excuse for human being who…"
"But Sebastian only did this because he hates me!" David blinked. He'd sort of assumed that Sebastian was throwing the slushy at any random New Directions member.
"Why does he hate you?"
"Because I won't let him steal my boyfriend." David registered this.
"He what?"
"He wants Blaine, and me out of the way." David frowned.
"Damn, and I decided not to let you beat him up." Kurt chanced a small smile at the Council Member. "Well, on the upside, he's certainly not a threat now that he's put Blaine in the hospital." Kurt gave him a "drop dead now" glare.
"Blaine being in the hospital due to a life threatening allergic reaction is not an upside in any way!" David nodded and turned away from Kurt, muttering "No more glossing over situation with humor then." Kurt recovered from his indignation and realized there was a red handprint on David's cheek.
"Who hit you?" David tilted his head and poked at his cheek (wincing and withdrawing his finger quickly).
"Oh yeah, it was your brother's girlfriend, the short diva-"
"Rachel," Kurt supplied.
"Yeah, her. She slapped me and started ranting about throwing food on people and-"
"Oh, that would resonate with her," Kurt realized. "Why did she slap you though?" David shrugged.
"I think Sebastian's actions were taken as the Warbler's actions by your glee club." Kurt frowned. "Which, just for clarification, they weren't. At least, they had nothing to do with the Council, I suppose a couple people had to have seen that he had a slushy since there were people behind him and…"
"I get your point David," Kurt cut him off. The Warbler smiled.
"Family of Blaine Andersen?" Kurt and David were standing in front of the pink-scrub wearing doctor within an instant.
"Is Blaine okay?" They demanded in unison. The black haired doctor blinked at the two boys.
"Are you the family?"
"Blaine's parents are out of state," Kurt responded. "Is he okay?" The doctor seemed hesitant.
"Um, I can't actually…" she surveyed the two boys- the uniformed one had clearly been slapped, and the other both had red splotches on his shirt presumably from assisting Blaine and looked like he's been crying. "He's fine. And since his family isn't present, I suppose I can let you see him." David and Kurt both let the tension out of their shoulders as the doctor led them to Blaine's room. It was your standard hospital room with a bed, a couple chairs, and the same awful off-white coloration as the waiting room. The doctor allowed the two boys in first.
"Thank you so much," Kurt offered before rushing into the room. David nodded and followed. The doctor watched with a smile as the boys interacted.
"Hey guys," Blaine mumbled. Kurt gave him a relieved smile.
"Please don't ever do that again," he requested. Blaine nodded obediently.
"You two are adorable," David contributed. Neither acknowledged his presence as Kurt pulled up one of the chairs so he could sit at Blaine's bedside and intertwined their hands. "Fine, ignore the best friend."
"Thank you David," Blaine offered. David grinned.
"See Kurt, Blaine appreciates my presence." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"How are you feeling Blaine?" All three boys started slightly as they remembered the doctor was still present.
"Honestly, I feel awful," Blaine replied with an apologetic smile, his dapperness somehow intact despite his presence in a hospital bed. "But I can breathe much better and I've stopped shivering much." She nodded.
"That's to be expected. You actually fared very well: you didn't ingest much at all. You'll have to rest for a few days, but considering, you're quite lucky." Blaine grinned.
"So can we take him home soon?" David asked. The doctor's smile fell.
"I'm not really supposed to release Blaine to anyone other than his legal guardians, and I certainly can't release him to minors…"
"We're both eighteen," David cut in. The doctor shook her head.
"I'm still not comfortable-"
"Can Blaine be released to another adult with his parent's permission?" Kurt requested, locking eyes with Blaine, who smiled slightly and nodded. The doctor considered for a second before nodding.
"It's probably better than making you stay here for however long it would take your parents to get back." Blaine nodded. The doctor picked up a phone on the wall of the room, dialed a few numbers then handed the phone to Kurt, who dialed his father's phone number.
"Hello, this is Burt's Garage."
"Hey Dad, it's Kurt."
"Hey kiddo. What's up?" Kurt sighed slightly, bracing himself for the freak out.
"Well, I'm at the hospital-"
"You're WHAT?"
"We're all okay, Dad, but we need an adult so they can release Blaine…"
"What happened to Blaine?"
"He had an allergic reaction-"
"To what?"
"Dad, could you just please come pick us up? We'll explain, I swear."
"Okay, kiddo, I'll be there soon."
Finn was distressed. After getting rid of the Warblers and calming Rachel, Santana, and Mercedes down so they were silently stewing like everyone else instead of screaming, the New Directions had set out to find Kurt and Blaine. They were yet to locate either. Neither had their phone on, and they weren't at the parking garage, McKinley, or the Lima Bean. Currently, he was back at his house because they'd checked Burt's garage and he wasn't there, so this was the next logical place for them to look for Burt, who might know where the couple had vanished to, which would be good, because Santana was about 30 seconds from taking Puck and going to Dalton to accuse the Warblers of kidnapping them. Speaking of the Warblers, Finn nearly walked into one of them as he turned the corner in the stair case. He blinked.
"What the hell are you doing here?" It was the one Rachel had slapped earlier (either Wes or David, Finn had never really been introduced to either individually). Either way, this person was supposed to be one of Kurt and Blaine's best friends, not someone who allowed random blond guys to throw slushies at them. Traitor-Warbler-friend-guy shushed Finn.
"Blaine only just fell asleep, please don't wake -."
"Blaine's here? Is Kurt here too?" Finn forgot to be angry because they'd finally located the two. David nodded, and Finn ran up the rest of the stairs to Kurt's room, ignoring the "wait!" from the Warbler. He shoved the door open, then blinked, his reprimand for vanishing dying in his throat. The lights were out and both boys were lying on Kurt's bed, Blaine snuggled against Kurt's chest with Kurt's arms wrapped protectively around him. Finn opted to reprimand them when they weren't sleeping and attempted to leave, only to accidently knock over Kurt's lamp.
"Finn, please be quite." Finn jumped a couple inches at the discovery that his brother was actually awake.
"Kurt! Uh, we were worried because we couldn't find you and…"
"Finn, can we please talk about this later?"
"Oh, right," Finn turned to leave, then turned back. "Just, are you guys okay? We were really worried and-"
"How about I explain and we let these two sleep?" Wes-or-David had followed Finn into Kurt's room, and righted the lamp. Finn glared at him, but Kurt released Blaine with one arm to make a quick "shoo!" motion with his hand, so he exited the room with the other boy, closing the door carefully to make up for the lamp incident.
The two boys went downstairs and situated themselves in the living room, Finn sitting in a chair and glaring up at Wes-or-David, who was still as far as he was concerned a traitor, responsible for some sort of distress to his little brother. It didn't seem like the dark skinned boy was planning on talking or sitting however, so Finn gave up on an explanation.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he repeated.
"Blaine had an allergic reaction so I drove Kurt and Blaine to the hospital and…" Finn leapt to his feet.
"WHAT?" The Warbler shushed him again, and Finn sat back down, motioning for him to do the same so he could hiss at him. "What did you guys do to Blaine?"
"We didn't do anything to Blaine. He's allergic to cherry flavoring and-"
"So you threw a cherry slushy at him to punish him for leaving your stupid school?" Finn prompted. The Warbler looked like he might kill Finn.
"Let's get one thing straight- Blaine is basically my little brother and I would never be involved in something that put him in the hospital. And this is pretty rich considering you've been making Blaine miserable all year." Finn was about to retort when Burt entered the living room.
"Oh Finn, I was wondering where you were," Burt said. "Is everyone okay? I heard that tempers were running high." David rubbed his red cheek absentmindedly, and Finn grinned internally.
"We're better now that we've located Kurt and Blaine," Finn replied. "Santana was about to…" His eyes widened when he realized he hadn't called in with the reassurance that the couple was located. He snatched up his phone and called Santana.
"Finn, they aren't there? I'm grabbing Puck now and…"
"I found them, cosas mallas are no longer necessary," Finn cut over the angry girl. He was now getting strange looks from the Warbler and Burt. "I've got to go, bye." He hung up the phone.
"Everything's okay?" Burt asked again. Finn nodded.
"Yeah, Santana was just being Santana." Burt accepted this, gave the two boys a wave and headed out of the room. The two rival glee club members both studied each other for a second.
"You had nothing to do with the slushy?" The dark skinned boy shut him a remarkable impersonation of Kurt's "bitch, please" look. "Then… I guess I'm sorry for over reacting."
"I'm sorry for sniping at you for things Blaine said had been resolved." They stared at each other for a few more seconds, then they shook hands.
"Finn, since we never really got introduced."
"David."
"Man, I was getting pretty sure you were Wes." David snorted.
"Nah, Wes is off in college now. And I'm not addicted to the gavel." Finn looked befuddled. "Never mind. Anyway, I need to go back to Dalton now." David stood, and Finn copied the other boy's movement.
"Thanks for helping Kurt and Blaine." David flashed him a smile.
"Once a Warbler always a Warbler- except for Sebastian. I might kill him." Finn nodded.
"You want any help, call us."
"Thanks." They nodded at their unstated understanding, and David.
