It was eerily dark. Kurt and Blaine were driving home from seeing "The Hunger Games" for the third time, but this time they were taking the back roads home instead of the freeway. Blaine was driving and Kurt was in the passenger seat. "It's so pretty out here. I don't know why we don't come this way more often," Kurt said.
"It is really pretty. We can actually see the stars," Blaine said. Kurt cracked his window and let the fresh air rush into the car. They came to a green light and were going through it when suddenly a car ran the red light and sped at them. Blaine laid on his horn, slammed on his breaks and swerved to the side of the road, nearly hitting a tree. All he could hear was the squealing of his tires and Kurt's terrified shriek. Once the car had stopped, Blaine put the car in park and turned off the engine. He quickly checked himself to make sure he still had two arms, two legs and wasn't bleeding or broken. "Are you alright Kurt?" Blaine asked. He couldn't bear to turn and look, in case Kurt was really hurt. He received no response. "Kurt?" Blaine whispered, slowly turning his head to find his boyfriend shaking, crying silently, but alive and unharmed.
"I'm okay," Kurt whispered. They sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to compose themselves. Blaine suddenly felt Kurt's fingers on his. "We're okay," Kurt said. Blaine took a deep breath and nodded. With one final squeeze to Kurt's fingers, Blaine started the engine and began to slowly trek back to Kurt's house to drop him off. Blaine never made it home that night. Kurt would not let him drive home. The kept each other safe in Kurt's bed all night.