A/N: Set during 'Growing Pains'. After Kurt finally sets Todd down.
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Ribs against his shoulder shifted and Kurt felt the groan start before he heard it. Hastily but not ungently, he set Todd down on the grass and inevitably was swatted at.
"Fuck off, fool," Todd would have managed to say if he hadn't slurred intelligibly.
Probably had a concussion. He'd hit the bleachers hard and he hadn't gotten up again, much to Kurt's concern. Though he wasn't as remorseful as he should be. Tolensky was stealing a purse in all the chaos he'd helped caused and Kurt'd had to do something.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Kurt asked, charitably guessing the boy could at least count that high. Todd opened one eye and though it took several tries, managed to hold up one finger.
"You're fine," Kurt decided, unimpressed. He sat on his haunches and watched to make sure Todd didn't try to get up.
"What did you fuckin' hit me with, dawg?" Todd asked plaintively.
"Nothing that had any lasting damage, I'm sure," Kurt snapped. "What the hell were you all thinking, trying to go public? Thought they'd make rock-stars out of you?"
"Hey, fuck you."
"That's a very original response so far. Let's not overuse it."
". . ."
"Todd?"
"What?"
"Stay awake. You can't sleep." Kurt said, scolding turned into worry. Just like that. Almost sounded kinda nice, having someone fret over you.
Even if he was a bigger freak than you were, Todd mused rather unkindly. Which in itself was comforting. Cause at least you could wake up in the morning and go 'hey, today is gonna blow, but at least I ain't got blue fur on my nuts'.
Haha. Funny.
Kurt's hand was on his forehead, smoothing the hair away from his eyes and pulling out what felt like flakes of blood. Nice of him. Always nice, wasn't he? Stupid freak. That he could look like that and still be able to be normal. Good, even.
Todd turned his face away sharply. "Leave me alone," he muttered. He was almost sorry when Kurt obliged.