Collision

by obviously-deranged

Kurt Hummel is living his dreams. He was accepted to the prestigious NYADA and is now living in New York city with his best friend Rachel. His biggest problems were picking the right showtune for auditions, at least, until Blaine Anderson collided with the front of his car. Unfortunately this is not a simple case of boy meets boy. *maybe potential triggers*

1. Prologue

Prologue:

Kurt slammed his foot against the break causing the car to scream to a halt. It did not stop suddenly enough and soon the boy that raced in front of him fell to the ground after colliding with the hood of Kurt's car. Kurt screamed to himself and flung himself out of the car to check on the boy's condition. He lay splayed out against the bitumen, his skin badly grazed in multiple placed along his body, his right arm twisted at such an odd angle that could only mean it was broken, a small pool of blood forming from the stream that flowed out of his nose. He groaned to himself, trying to pull his legs and force himself to stand. He was unsuccessful.

Kurt's hand was pressed against his mouth so tightly in an effort to stifle the pained noises that were pouring out of them against his will.

"I'm so sorry. Oh my God, I'm so sorry" Kurt breathed "are you alright?"

He placed his hand gently on the boy's shoulder and turned his face from the ground. "Can you tell me your name?"

The boy blinked his eyes open and whispered, barely audibly "B-Blaine"

With his fingers shaking he pressed the buttons on the phone with a newfound careful precision. "He-Hello? I, um, yes, yes I can hold" Kurt said to the voice on the other end of the line.

"Sorry about that. 9-1-1. What's your emergency?"

"Um, yes, I was driving and I... He just ran in front of me and now he's hurt and-"

"Sir, please calm down. Where are you?"

"Near the corner of 7th avenue and west 19th street"

"Ok. I have sent an ambulance and they will be arriving shortly. Now, sir, I need you to try to concentrate. Try to keep him stimulated, ask him questions, get him to squeeze your hand, he might have quite a serious concussion and so it's best to try and keep him awake. Are you ok, sir?"

"I'm ok. Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."

Still in this state it was impossible to notice how handsome this boy was. He had dark, curly hair that fell into his eyes and tanned skin that made his hazel eyes seem that much warmer. Kurt took his hand (his own ivory skin further emphasizing the other's warm skin tone) and squeezed it.

"Don't worry, it's going to be alright. I'm going to take care of you" Kurt whispered and Blaine squeezed his hand in return, mumbling something that sounded like 'Thank you'.