Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did… well, I actually don't know how I would change any more because it seems like so many of the things I wanted to change about what was going on when I first started the fics either have changed or are changing!

A/n: Here's the next chapter… hope you all enjoy!

Burt Hummel didn't look happy about what he saw in the living room as he walked in, but to Blaine's relief he didn't say a word about the fact that Blaine and Kurt were sitting a little too close for a platonic relationship, with their arms wrapped around each other. Blaine knew that it would look suspicious to anyone who didn't know that they had gotten back together.

"You boys taking a break from homework?" the man asked.

"We're finished… I invited Blaine to stay for dinner, if that's alright," Kurt replied. Blaine could see that Burt wasn't okay with him staying for dinner and he started to get up.

"Actually, I just remembered… I'm supposed to be home by six. My dad's supposed to call tonight from Dubai. It's going to be really late for him, so I need to be there on time. I'll call you later, Kurt." Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand as he got up off the couch and picked up his messenger bag from where he had dropped it by the door when they had come downstairs. Blaine hurried out to his car, pulling out his cell phone and typing a text message to Kurt.

Sorry for lying. Pretty sure your dad wasn't a fan of me being in the house right now…

Blaine dropped the phone into the cup holder inside his car and cranked it, pulling out of the driveway and starting for his grandparents' home. Burt Hummel was not the type of person that Blaine really wanted to have mad at him, and it was easier for him to just stay away from the man until Burt either had a change of heart about him or Kurt explained the whole situation. He sighed as he heard the phone ringing, picking it up and glancing at the screen. He unlocked it so that he could read the message from Kurt.

You shouldn't have to leave just because my dad doesn't approve.

Blaine didn't get a chance to respond to Kurt's text message. Before he could even pull up the keyboard, the phone was knocked out of his hand by the force of impact.

Blaine whimpered as he came around. He tried not to move; something told him that it would hurt. "Hey… can you tell me your name, kid?"

"Blaine Anderson…" he muttered, wincing as he tried to turn towards the sound of the voice.

"Don't move, kid… just hold tight until the ambulance gets here. It should only be a minute."

"What happened?" Blaine asked, closing his eyes again. He didn't really like looking at the cracked glass of his windshield.

"The other driver ran the red light." Blaine reached up and tried to brush away what he thought was hair on his forehead, but pulled his hand back as his fingers came across a warm liquid. He felt the person who had been talking to him push his hand down.

"I'm bleeding…"

"You'll be fine." Blaine felt something being pressed against the cut on his forehead and hissed at the stinging sensation. "Just keep talking to me."


Kurt didn't know what he was supposed to do. He'd gotten a phone call from Blaine's grandmother saying that the boy had been in a wreck and that they were on the way to the hospital. Kurt had naturally gotten up from the table and pretty much run straight out to his car to go check on his boyfriend.

"Where is he? Is Blaine okay?" Kurt asked, hurrying up to Blaine's grandfather.

"Calm down, Kurt…" the man began, putting a hand on his shoulder. Kurt forced himself to breathe and try to relax. "He's going to be okay. He has a concussion and his shoulder was dislocated… the doctor wants to keep him overnight, just for observation."

"But if he's okay, why do they want to keep him?"

"It's just a precaution, Kurt. We'll take him home tomorrow, and if he's feeling up to it he'll go back to school on Monday. And you know that you can come over to see him as much as you want until then." Kurt nodded.

"Can I go see him now?" Kurt bit down on his bottom lip as Blaine's grandfather led him back through a set of double doors and into the first little room they came to. Blaine's eyes were closed, but he didn't look like he was resting comfortably. The combination of the bruises on his face and the sling holding his arm still against his chest certainly made things seem much worse than they had sounded. Blaine's grandmother was sitting on the foot of the bed reading a book.

"It's good to see you, sweetie."

"I'm so sorry… I shouldn't have texted Blaine when I knew he was driving…"

"Kurt, you can stop apologizing right now. The other driver ran the red light… even the police officer who saw the accident happen said that there was no way Blaine could have avoided getting hit." Kurt smiled slightly as the woman reached out and squeezed his hand. "I know you probably have to go home soon… we'll give you boys a few minutes. Someone should be here soon to take him upstairs."

Kurt nodded and moved closer to Blaine, running a hand through the boy's curls to push them away from the boy's face. He was surprised to see the large cut that stretched across part of Blaine's forehead. "Hey…"

Kurt forced a smile as he saw Blaine's eyes opening. "Hey there… how are you feeling?"

"Tired. And sore. And kind of sick…" Kurt leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against the side of Blaine's forehead, avoiding the bandages. "Your dad's really going to hate me now."

"Why would my dad hate you?" Kurt asked, confused.

"Because you're missing Friday night family dinner to be here with me. And you really don't have to be…"

"He'll understand, Blaine. I was actually talking to him about you before your grandfather called." Kurt reached out and took Blaine's good hand, smiling at the boy. "I think we're going to be okay. He actually told me to have your grandparents call him about getting your car fixed."

"It's probably totaled… it was really bad looking from what I could see," Blaine replied. Kurt smiled as the boy squeezed his hand. "I was so scared that I wouldn't get to see you again. I couldn't find my phone – I don't know where it went in the accident…"

"Hey… you're okay. That's all that matters now." Kurt leaned over and pressed another kiss on Blaine's forehead. "But don't ever scare me like that again."

"Can you stay with me tonight?" Even just for a little while?"

"I can call my dad when they come to take you upstairs and see if he'll let me stay. But that's only if the nurses will let me stay…"

"I can threaten to hold my breath until I pass out…" Blaine began. Kurt shook his head, giggling.

"That doesn't work. And don't even think about actually threatening to do that… they'll laugh at you."

"You do realize I was kidding, right?" Kurt smiled as Blaine closed his eyes. "I think I'm going to try and sleep for a little while… I'm so tired…"

"Go ahead… I'm right here."