Prompt: Klaine and broken bones
The amount of times Kurt had sat back and watched as Blaine leaped from one chair to the next, he often found himself thinking how much of a miracle it was that he hadn't hurt himself yet.
Doing it at Dalton wasn't that bad, because the chairs at Dalton were soft, cushioned. Doing it at McKinley was absolutely nerve wracking for Kurt, because Blaine would always be jumping onto the chairs, or hopping onto the piano.
They managed to get through Kurt's entire senior year without a single trip to the ER.
However, Kurt didn't tell Blaine that he was coming back to McKinley for a visit, so when he strode in through the door and saw Blaine with his arms in the air, stood on the piano, belting out the last few notes of some song, he smiled.
He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, one leg crossed over the other, and waited for his boyfriend to notice him.
Unfortunately, Blaine noticed him as he was coming towards the edge of the piano. He lost his footing and fell to the floor with a thud, followed by a loud crack.
Kurt ran over to him and his hands flew to Blaine's arm. He rubbed it in what he thought was a comforting manner, but drew it back when Blaine hissed and cried out in pain.
"Blaine? Blaine it's okay."
Mr Schue, who was crouched down next to Kurt had just finished talking on the phone, "Don't worry Blaine, the ambulance is on it's way. Try to control your breathing."
He nodded and attempted to draw in a breath. He failed however, when he let out a scream as he jostled his arm slightly.
Kurt and the rest of the New Directions could see why; Blaine's left arm was twisted at an awkward angle, he held it close to his chest with his right arm and squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to block out the pain.
Ten minutes later, two paramedics were ushered into the choir room. After noting down a few of Blaine's answers on a small chart, they strapped up his arm and loaded him onto a stretcher, carrying him out to the ambulance.
Kurt went in with him and promised to keep the rest of the club updated. The whole ride there was significantly quieter than it had been in the choir room-mostly due to the fact that Blaine had been given painkillers.
He stayed with Blaine throughout as much of it as he could, but when they put the cast on his arm, Kurt took that as the time to grab a coffee and text everyone else.
After looking at his watch and deciding that they would probably be done, he made his way back towards Blaine. He had to laugh as soon as he entered the room.
Blaine was sitting upright on the bed, his left arm covered in a light blue cast, supported by a darker colored sling.
"Look Kurt! They let me choose the color of the cast, so I chose blue! It matches your eyes, see?"
"Cute Blaine."
"I drew a bow tie."
Sure enough, in the middle of the cast was a shakily drawn bow tie. Next to that was a stick figure with a scarf, next to it was a smaller stick figure with a bow tie. The two were holding hands.
"Look, Kurt-it's us."
He had to smile at that.
"Kurt?"
"Yes, Blaine?"
"I'm tired. Can I sleep?"
"Sure Blaine."
"Will you stay?"
"Always."