A/N: This is going to be my first multi-chapter fic. It's less of that, though, and more of drabbles in a series. I have the second one mostly written and the third figured out in my head. Let me know if this one sucks, though, and I won't post the others and further my embarrassment. Until then, I hope you like!

Anything you recognize is not mine.

"Blaine?" asked the older Anderon brother's voice from the other end of Blaine's cell phone.

"C-Coop?" Blaine croaked.

"Oh my god, Blaine," Cooper said, worry radiating through the speaker, "what happened!"

"The, uh, the S-Sadie Hawkins D-Dance was t-tonight and-" Blaine started to explain.

"Where are you now?" Cooper interrupted. "I'm coming."

Blaine could hear rustling on the other end of the line before he answered.

"I'm still at the high s-school," Blaine said, "Spencer's d-d-dad is on h-his way but-"

"Just stay there," Cooper demanded, "I'm on my way." With that, the call dropped so Blaine pocketed his cell phone. As he sat down on the curb, he looked over at his friend to see a bruised lip and blank stare.

"I'm s-so sorry, Spence," Blaine whispered, "I n-never should have asked y-you to c-come tonight."

Spencer continued staring ahead, emotionless. After a minute or so, he opened his mouth and said, in an empty voice, "It's not your fault."

Blaine didn't believe him for a second.

However, before the curly-haired boy could protest, a set of bright headlights came into view and illuminated both boys' faces. They recognized the car as the silver Mercedes that had dropped them off not even three hours ago. The car parked by the curb and immediately Spencer's dad jumped out.

"What happened?" his voice boomed.

"M-Mr. Williams," Blaine said, "this is a-all my f-fault, I never should h-have-"

"Blaine, stop," Spencer scolded, grabbing Blaine's arm. The boy winced at the slight pain.

"Dad," Spencer said, now turning towards his father, "some idiots were offended so they jumped us. I'm okay, but Blaine here tried to play the hero again," he finished, his voice trailing off.

Mr. Williams turned to Blaine before speaking.

"Come here," he beckoned, "let me look at your nose."

Blaine turned to look at the man and quickly felt two hands on either side of his face. He flinched at the coolness of his touch, but relaxed soon after.

"Well you've certainly got a few nice bruises there," Mr. Williams said, "but it looks like your nose is fine. I think you'll be okay."

"What about his arm, Dad?" Spencer asked, concern apparent in his voice.

Blaine shot him a look trying to shut him up.

"What happened to your arm?"

"Nothing."

"That's bull!" Spencer yelled at him. "I'm pretty sure those jerks snapped it, there's no way it bends like that on its own."

At that moment, another set of headlights poured light on the parking lot as a black Mustang pulled up to the curb.

"Is that you dad?" Mr. Williams asked.

"My brother," Blaine clarified as Cooper hopped out of his car and rushed over to his little brother.

Cooper grabbed onto Blaine's shoulders and looked down into his face, searching for signs of damage.

"I'm fine, Coop," Blaine sighed.

"No, he needs to go to the hospital," Mr. Williams spoke up, "I think his arm might be broken."

"Thank you," Cooper nodded at Mr. Williams before turning to Blaine. "Come on, B, let's get you all fixed up and looking pretty again."

Blaine found himself silently thanking whoever would listen that it was too dark to see the blush creeping up his neck and onto his face. Before he followed Cooper to the car, he turned to Spencer and gave his friend a small hug.

"Thanks for being here, Blaine," Spencer whispered into his best friend's ear.

"I'm sorry this happened, Spence."

"It's not your fault, Blaine, okay?"

"Yeah," Blaine said, "okay."

Blaine gave his friend one last tight squeeze before settling himself in Cooper's car and heading to the hospital.