"Kurt," a pause. Blaine doesn't pause, though. He doesn't falter. He's perfect... until he is human again. "Kurt, I need you to come over. Now".
"I'll be right there, honey".
Kurt spent the entire half hour drive to Blaine's house worrying and imagining about what could make his little polite statue so troubled. Unfortunately, when he got to Blaine's door, he didn't really get the answer he needed.
"It's okay Kurt, never mind. I just... had some relatives over but they left before you could come." this wasn't right. It was obvious Blaine was lying through his teeth, and even through the door Kurt could hear Blaine's almost silent sobs.
Not buying Blaine's excuse for a second, Kurt replies "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asks in an awkward position half leaned against the door. The answer he gets bewilders him.
"Just leave, okay! I'm fine!" the response was full of rage that, after a second, Kurt figured out was not directed at him. Still not satisfied, he walks off after delivering a quick goodbye to Blaine. I'll see him tomorrow, I guess.
In glee club, Blaine was silent and constantly staring at his toes; he didn't even participate when they did PYT by Michael Jackson, one of his favorite songs, until Kurt dragged him into the dancing, followed by a moan from Blaine. After it going on for a good couple seconds, however, the New Directions stopped as they noticed it wasn't just a good natured groan of protest. In fact, Blaine proceeded to crumple to the floor with spasms of sobs and pain convulsing his body. His boyfriend quickly knelt beside him and comforted Blaine while Mr. Schuster tried to see if he needed medical assistance, stepping ever so slightly closer.
"Blaine, sweetie, you need to look me in the eyes and tell me what's wrong. Blaine had worn a baggy black sweatshirt with the hood scrunched up around his face. Kurt proceeded to draw the hood back, revealing a sight that elicited a gasp from himself and another moan of agony from Blaine. There was a huge, and, in some parts, bloody bruise running from the edge of his cheek to the beginning of his hairline (1). As Kurt sat back on his haunches in shock Blaine took that as a chance to struggle up from his collapsed position, only to fall over one of the rows of chairs in the choir room; as soon as he had gotten up from his crouch he had been gripping his ribcage, but as he tumbled that area made contact with the corner of one of the chairs it was as if Blaine's heart was being ripped from his chest he screamed so loudly.
This cry of distress galvanized Kurt and the football guys to lift Blaine and move him to Mr. Schu's comfiest office chair and Santana, of all people, to call up an ambulance. Blaine, recognizing what she was doing, screeched at her to "not" as his chair was wheeled out of Schuster's office; a sweating and pain wracked Blaine occupying it. While a heated conversation around Blaine, Mr. Schu searched his office desperately for bandages.
"You seriously need to get looked at by a doctor dude" Puck stated with (could it be?) a hint of concern gracing his voice. Even he could tell this wasn't something you could just "walk off".
"Can't...go...doctor." and with that Blaine, exhausted from the pain and sobbing, slipped into a restless sleep.