I call Kurt. "Oh my god," I say, making sure that my voice sounds shaky and scared, which isn't hard, because I'm still pretty shaky and scared from my fight with my dad. "I just nearly died in a car accident."
"What?" my boyfriend screeches on the other end, "Are you okay? What happened?"
I say, "I was just driving home from Sectionals and this idiot ran a red light. I had to slam on the brakes so hard that I rammed my face into the steering wheel. My nose won't stop bleeding."
I am such a fucking liar.
Kurt sounds audibly relieved. "But you're okay? You didn't actually hit anything?"
"No," I say, "But it scared the shit out of me."
I can hear the smile in his voice when he says, "Aw. Blaine, there's no harm done. Are you still in your car?"
"I'm at home," I say, "But I can't stop shaking."
He says, "I love you, Blaine. Do you want me to come over?"
"No," I say, "My dad could be home any time. I just needed to hear your voice. I love you, Kurt. I hope you'll still love me if I have a black eye tomorrow."
He says, "Better a black eye than what could have happened."
"No kidding," I say, "I saw my life flash before my eyes."
"Aw. You shouldn't be alone right now. Do you want to go out? I'll take you to the movies."
I nod, and then realize he can't see me. "That sounds wonderful," I say, "I need something to distract me from this feeling."
He says, "I'll be there in ten minutes."
I am such a fucking liar.
And the stupid part of it is that I know full well that life would be a lot easier if I just told the truth.
