"Lady Hummel! If you don't hurry, I'm gonna tie you to a chair to make you watch all your Marc Jacobs burn!" Santana yelled as she banged on the bathroom door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Kurt yelled back as he shut off the water to the shower.
"I swear to God, you are worse than Hobbit Head over here!" Kurt chuckled as he heard Rachel yell a 'HEY!'
"I'm coming Santana! Hold on!" He threw on some pajamas and walked out the door, into the living room, "I'm out Satan. Shower's all yours."
Santana scoffed and pushed past him into the bathroom, "I swear gays take longer showers than girls!"
"You're both," laughed Kurt as Santana just groaned.
Rachel walked into the living room just as Santana shut the door to the bathroom, "I still don't know why I condone her living with us."
Kurt shrugged, "She grows on you and she always has your best interest at heart." He looked at Rachel and smiled, "Plus, she knows what to say to get certain people out the shower before they use up all the hot water." He laughed at Rachel's expression and walked into the kitchen.
"Okay! So I may take a little long in the shower! Mercy! You guys make it seem like a crime or something!" Rachel replied as she sat in one the chairs by the table.
Kurt laughed and started rummaging through the fridge, "It is a crime when you use all the hot water and two other people still have to take a shower." He picked up some pieces of chicken in a container, "What you feel about chicken breast tonight?"
Rachel huffed, and then just leaned back a little in the chair, "Sounds great, but you've been cooking a lot for us..." she trailed off.
Kurt looked up at his best friend and chuckled, "That's because I don't want this apartment getting burnt down!"
"Once! It happened once!"
"And that's all it took, my dear," Kurt laughed, and walked to turn on the oven, "Just sit back, and enjoy the food."
Rachel rolled her eyes fondly. Sometimes she really didn't know where she would be without Kurt, or even Santana. They helped her so much, and she didn't think she could've survived everything without them.
Santana walked into the kitchen, pajama-clad and towel in her hair, "See. That's how long a shower should be when you live with TWO OTHER PEOPLE."
Kurt shook his head fondly, "Whatever you say. I still think-" Kurt was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing in his bedroom. He looked at the oven clock. 10:47 pm. "What the hell..." he mumbled to himself as he wiped his hands on the dish towel, going to retrieve his still-ringing phone.
"If that's Anderson, tell him that phone-sex can wait till after we eat!" Santana yelled in the direction of Kurt's room. Rachel looked at, gaping. Santana smirked and shrugged, "You never know."
"I can't believe you just said that..."
Just as Santana was about to reply, they heard the clatter of something falling to the floor, followed by a thump.
Santana and Rachel looked at each other and then rushed to Kurt's room.
"Kurt..." Rachel asked tentatively, before pulling back the curtain.
Kurt was sitting on the ground, hand covering his mouth. He was crying, but not making a sound, and looked as though he had just seen a ghost.
Santana crouched down next to him, and put a hand on his shoulder, "Kurt... what happened?"
Kurt looked as though he didn't even know she was here, much less hear her. Tears kept sliding down his face, and the hand that was up to his mouth was shaking.
Santana turned to look at Rachel, and noticed the phone lying on the floor. She looked at Rachel, who nodded and picked up the phone. A look of worry crossed her face when she read the caller ID. She took a deep breath, said "Hey Carole..." and walked out the room.
Santana looked down at Kurt, who had yet to move, and whispered, "Hummel, please. You got to tell me."
Kurt gave the tiniest shake of his head, and just dissolved into heart-wrenching sobs. Santana was a bit taken aback, but pulled him to her and let him cry into her chest. Kurt was gripping the bottom of her shirt, as if that was the only thing keeping him grounded.
She was rubbing his arm soothingly, and whispering sweet nothings in his ear, when Rachel walked back in. She sat down on the other side of Kurt, and laid her head on his back.
Santana looked and saw the tears running down Rachel's face, "What is it?"
Rachel whispered back, "Car accident..."
Santana looked back down at Kurt, who was still sobbing into her chest. Her heart-clenched. She knew how much his dad meant him. If it was Carole that called, then Burt was probably already at the hospital.
"Is Burt gonna be okay?" She asked timidly, not wanting Kurt to hear.
Rachel looked up at Santana, and back at Kurt. She picked her head up and started rubbing his back, "Burt's...H-He passed out behind the wheel, and the truck flipped. He's pretty banged up, but he should be able to recover once they find out why he passed out... But Blaine... H-He's in ICU, critical condition..."
Santana looked back at Rachel when she heard Blaine's name, "How... How did that happen?"
"They don't know for sure because no one can confirm it yet, but how it looks was that when Burt passed out, Blaine tried to crawl over the counsel to steer. But he couldn't and then they collided with a semi..." Rachel kept looking down at Kurt, who seemed completely oblivious to the other two.
"Wait, if Burt was driving, how is Blaine the one in ICU?"
Rachel let out a chocked sob, and took a deep breath. She started playing in Kurt's hair, and looked at Santana, "He swerved the truck. The semi hit the passenger side full force..."
Santana looked away, and let the tears fall.
"Blaine's always been g-good at keeping pr-promises..." Kurt whispered, tears still falling, "No matter the-the consequences..."
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I FEEL LIKE I'M COMPLETELY REPETIVE AND SO OOC ITS UNNERVING OMG AUEHDIOWHDIOIOBIBCULBCBUBU
I looked through this chapter like 18 times and I still feel like, ehhh!
OMG IM SO OUT OF PRACTICE!
