A/N: Inspired by a movie I don't know the name of, but I'm pretty sure it's about cops.
Kurt is minding his own business, paying for the gas he's going to fill the Navigator with, when he notices someone stealing his car. He chases it down, heedless to any injuries he receives, and ends up getting the guy to hit a tree, throwing Kurt off the car and the guy to leave (after laving fingerprints and DNA samples everywhere in the car and under Kurt's nails, of course). What the guy didn't know was that in the backseat, there was a little baby boy by the name of Collin Hummel, Kurt's baby brother, who he was babysitting.
The woman mentioned had just seen the car crash, and someone run away from the scene of the crime. She stops her car to check it out even as she calls 911.
Kurt was paying for the gas when he heard his car door slam. It made a rattling sound thanks to the window being open and its rubber lining peeling away. He was still waiting for the necessary parts to replace it.
Looking out the door, he saw someone sitting in his front seat. No one should be sitting there, considering he was inside the store.
"Hey! Hey, get out of there!" Kurt shouted, running for the Navigator, ignoring the cashier attendant trying to get him to pay for the gay his now-stolen car was using. The nozzle was still in the car's fuel lodge, so it was ripped out of the gas dispenser, breaking the hose and spewing pure gasoline on the concrete. "Get the fuck out of my car!"
The bastard in the front seat attempted to peel out of the gas station's parking lot, but the car had been at a standstill and turned off. It was slow to get really moving.
Kurt had finally gotten close enough to take a flying leap and grab for the open window, scrambling in.
There was blood pouring from the cut above and through his eyebrow, barely missing his eye, but he didn't let his fuzzy red vision stop him, concussion drumming through his skull or not.
"Coll… Coll…" he murmured shakily, voice wavering, even as he endeavored to crawl. His arms were sore from road burn grinding thin cloth into his very skin, and his legs ached from trying to keep hold on the car's small step. "Coll…" He couldn't finish the name, his vocal cords not forming the second syllable, but he could keep crawling, check for himself, no matter how much his body protested.
"We're already calling the ambulance, kid. They'll be here soon," the woman assured him as best as she could, worry coloring her voice. She didn't know what to do in this situation. Should she keep him awake and still, or just let him do what he thought was necessary? She saw him nearly collapse at one point towards his unknown destination, and decided to get him to stop. He was probably aggravating any injuries he had. "I think you should stop moving," she tried to convince him, but the teenager continued crawling, heedless of her words.
"Coll…" Kurt almost smiled as he gripped the handle to the back door and swung it open, almost falling over again at the change of angle, which had altered his weight distribution. "Won' lea'e," he slurred.
The woman gasped at seeing a little baby boy in the backseat, still strapped in his car seat. Upon seeing his older brother covered in blood, Collin Hummel began to cry loudly. Kurt just pasted on a dreamy smile and leaned heavily against the still open door. He could care less right now about how the coil springs would be effected. He struggled to stay awake. He had a feeling he couldn't do that just yet.
The minute he registered the EMTs tying him to the gurney, he gave another dreamy smile and faded to black.