Thank you to EVERYONE for being so supportive of me. I've successfully sorted out my life (well, the big important stuff anyways) so I finally got around to typing this chapter. WOO!
Anyways, the 3ish months I've been dormant haven't been much wasted. Whenever I had the urge—which wasn't very often, but I worked at it- I wrote in my tiny notebook. And I ground out a chapter that I finally deem acceptable. (The extra 3 week long delay was my fault, leaving my thumb-drive at school, cutting my thumb by accident so it's hard to type, blah blah blah... smack me if you want.)
Also, I'm attempting to find out the exact dates of when my life started to accept Glee and FF. So far I've worked out when I first read Dalton (took me an hour, trying to find that one anon review I knew I posted...). I wanted to trace my interent history to when I first watched Glee except my old computer has crashed twice in the past year. So damn. (I can get a pretty good estimate though. Yay!)
I disclaim; I would have let the Warblers take over the whole freaking show if I owned it. Also, the information in here is probably in no way accurate because I have nevr had a similar experience. I based it off of what a friend once told me.
FLASHBACK
I fussed with my hair a minute longer. I glanced down at my outfit, feeling self-conscious. Oh, well, I would have time to fuss during the two hour car trip.
And then I would meet Blaine.
I fixed my scarf around my neck, grabbed my keys, and skipped down the stairs.
My dad looked up. "Going somewhere?" he asked, putting the TV on mute.
I sighed. "Dad, I told you about this concert weeks ago!"
He chuckled gruffly. "Just testing you. Drive safely, now."
"Alright." I threw on my dark trench, and locked the door behind me.
The drive to Dalton was filled with worries. What if Blaine was a jerk? Not like I imagined? Older or younger than he said?
I switched on my headlights as it got darker.
Nothing.
I tried again.
Still nothing.
I cursed under my breath, focusing my attention at the switch on my dashboard. Just for a second.
And then I crashed.
I coughed through the smell of the airbags. My throat was sore- hell, my whole body was sore. Keeping still, I thought back to the path I took to Dalton, mentally retracing my steps. If I was correct, I had crashed at a sharp turn about two miles from Dalton. Or at least, the Dalton woods.
Well. Hot damn.
Moving carefully, I extricated my iPhone from my pocket. I winced anyways, before punching in a speed-dial number.
"Daddy?" My voice trembled. "Daddy, I just crashed."
I saw the headlights first. Afraid to move, I simply looked in the rearview mirror. My dad flung the door of his truck open, rushing to the car.
He tried to open the door on the driver's side. It was locked. Oops. Slowly, I moved my arm to click the lock open.
My dad opened the door, fiddling with a flashlight to turn It on.
"Are you all right? Can you move?"
"I…I think so." I flexed my fingers, and slowly stretched out my legs. I attempted to get up, but stumbled. My dad caught me.
"C'mon, we're getting you checked out." Deliberately, my dad lifted me up from my seat, and placed me into the passenger seat of his truck. He flicked open his phone.
"Hello, Burt Hummel here. Car crashed, side road off of Kings Road. Can you tow it back to the shop? Thank you."
He snapped the phone shut and got into the driver's seat.
"You're okay. Just a bit of impact shock. You'll be fine in a few days. During that time, your voice may be a bit rough, but don't worry. It'll go away."
My dad thanked the nurse, who stood and held the door open for us.
As we started to walk down the pristine hallways that were in a state reminiscent of Ms. Pilllsbury's office, my dad started talking. "You might want to call whoever you were going to meet, so you don't worry them."
…oh yeah.
Oops.
I dug my phone out of my pocket to find 57 texts and 7 missed calls.
…oops?
I hit dial, and brought the phone to my ear. Blaine picked up on the first ring.
"KURT! Are you okay? Did something happen?" He was in a state of near panic, by the sound of his voice. Several people were murmuring in the background.
"Uhh… well… there's not exactly a good way to put this, I guess. My car… crashed?"
"WHAT?" A chorus of several voices rang out from my phone, forcing me to wrench it away from my ear.
"Sorry about that… Nick, Jeff, and Scott are all here.
"But are you okay? Your voice sounds kinda rough."
"Yeah, just impact." I coughed. "They said it should tide over in a couple of days." I waved at the receptionist as we passed.
Several, simultaneous sighs.
"Glad to hear that," said Scott good-naturedly.
"Too bad you couldn't make the concert," said Nick and Jeff at the same time. "Jinx!" they both exclaimed. I giggled.
(I swear, those two have enough chemistry to explode an amusement park. This coming from the person who met them, what, once?)
My dad and I had reached the car. He motioned for me to get off the phone.
"Guys, I gotta go. I expect you'll be bugging sometime soon?"
"Are you freaking kidding? We all stole your number off of Blaine's phone-" Cue a "Hey!" in the background- "-so we'll be in touch."
Blaine laughed softly. "Call an exorcist," he joked, "you're now cursed forever." Pause. "Anyways, talk to you soon. Hope you feel better."
"Thanks," I replied. "Bye!"
"Bye!"
I turned off my phone, getting into the passenger side of my dad's truck. When I was buckled in, he turned in his seat to face me.
"Kurt…" he began softly, "You scared me. When you called me. You just sounded so… helpless. I don't want for that to happen again."
I felt a pang of guilt. His heart was barely out of recovery, after all. Carole had been making sure that he was fine, but the toll this must have taken…
"I don't know what was running through my head. I just kept praying to a god that I don't believe in that you weren't hurt."
Another pang of guilt. The church incident was partially my fault, after all.
"So just… please don't drive. Not for forever, just a while. Get a ride from a friend or something. I just don't want you to get hurt, or…" He trailed off.
"Okay, dad." We stared at each other a few seconds, before he pulled me into a tight hug. As he held onto me, I heard him whisper "You matter Kurt, don't ever forget that."
Thus ends the not-so-epic chapter of mine. I feel like I rushed everything.
Hope you enjoyed. Remember, you can message me about anything. I can't promise the reply will be prompt,but I'll get around to it!
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