Kurt knew ice-skating was a mistake. The second he stepped out onto the ice he fell flat on his butt. Blaine helped him up, but Kurt still couldn't stand without hanging all over him.
"I don't want to do this. Can we go home now?" he pleaded. Blaine chuckled to himself, which only made Kurt more frustrated. "It's not funny," he snapped.
"We just got here. Come on, I promise I won't let you fall again. I just didn't see that one coming," he said. "I'm gonna help you." Kurt sighed and reluctantly agreed. It was Blaine's turn to pick where they went for their date, and he had promised Kurt he would have a good time.
Slowly but surely, Kurt managed to get the hang of it, thanks to Blaine. It even became fun. He wasn't nearly as good as Blaine, but he was okay with it. Blaine stayed back with him to skate as his speed, but eventually Kurt didn't need that.
"I want to race you," he challenged.
"Oh, do you?" Blaine teased. Kurt laughed, eager to face him. They stood together at one end of the rink. "Okay. Go down to the end and back to here. Loser buys hot chocolate?"
"You're so on," Kurt agreed. The race began, and Kurt could tell Blaine was letting him win. He turned around to look at him, but suddenly he hit something hard and fell down. He panicked and held out his arms, but he heard a distinct crack, and pain shot up his wrist and arm. He let out a cry, and Blaine finally made it to him.
"Oh my gosh. Kurt, are you hurt?" he asked. Kurt's eyes watered up and he began to cry. Blaine sat him up and leaned him against the wall. His arm wouldn't stop hurting, and he started to feel bad all over.
"A-arm," he choked out, still sobbing. He felt like he was going to be sick.
"Okay, we're gonna get it fixed," Blaine assured him. "I don't want you to worry, everything is gonna be okay." Blaine pulled him to his feet and helped him over to the benches. Kurt cradled his arm against his chest and tried to stop crying, but the sharp insistent pain wouldn't subside at all. Blaine pulled his skates off and got his shoes back on his feet, then got an ice pack from the concession stand. "Keep that on your arm. We're gonna go to the doctor, and he's gonna fix it and you're gonna be okay."
"No no no," he begged. Not the doctor. "No hospital."
"Shhh, Kurt," he soothed. "Take a deep breath. We're not going to the hospital. We're going to that little 24 hour clinic by the apartment, okay?" Kurt nodded. Taking a deep breath helped a tiny bit. "No hospital, no emergency room." Kurt's chin was trembling and he would tell he was shaking but he couldn't stop and it was only making his arm hurt worse. Blaine got him in the car and drove carefully.
"I'm s-scared," Kurt admitted. He just wanted to go home. He was cold and tired and in pain.
"I know, honey. I know you're scared, but you don't need to be. Remember when we had to go there a couple months ago because of my concussion? Those are nice people, and you're gonna be in good hands, I promise. I won't let anything or anyone hurt you. I should've listened to you. You didn't want to skate. It's all my fault."
"It's okay," Kurt told him. He didn't want Blaine to get upset, too. "It's probably just a silly sprain." He knew in the back of his mind that it wasn't, though. "It's not your fault. I didn't see where I was going."
"I just want to get it fixed. I don't want you to be in any pain," Blaine said. Kurt didn't reply. He was afraid if he kept talking then he'd throw up, so he just rested his head on the car window the rest of the ride to the clinic. Each and every little bump made him cry out in pain, which made Blaine drive even slower every time.
After arriving and signing in, they were taken right away to see a doctor since there were hardly any other patients. When Kurt took off his coat and sweater it revealed a swollen, deeply bruised wrist. It was painful just to look at it. Every little movement the doctor made caused more shooting pain. He was taken back for an X-ray and forced to leave Blaine, but thankfully they were done quickly. The doctor put a special ice pack on it while they waited for the X-ray results.
The doctor returned and pulled up the images on his computer. Kurt thought he was going to be sick when he saw it. One of the two bones in his forearm had a distinct crack in it. He buried his face in Blaine's shoulder.
"It's a simple fracture, and should heal up nicely in four to six weeks. We'll wrap it tonight, but you need to wait a few days for the swelling to go down, and then talk to an orthopedist about getting a cast on it. For tonight and this weekend though, definitely keep it elevated and iced. We'll get you a prescription for some pain medicine so it doesn't get too bad," the doctor explained. Blaine thanked him, and a nurse came in to wrap his arm.
"Will it hurt?" Kurt asked.
"Maybe for a few seconds," the nurse answered honestly. "It should feel better though, once we get it in a sling. Try to sit still and it'll be over quicker." Kurt held onto Blaine with his good arm and cried into his shirt as they put a thick layer of bandages over it and rested it in a sling.
"Kurt, you're doing good," Blaine praised him, attempting to distract him. "We're gonna get to go home here real soon. Keep squeezing my hand, I got you." Kurt squeezed his hand so hard he heard Blaine's knuckles pop. Finally, it was over, and they placed his arm back against his chest.
"All done. I'll get your prescription and you two can go home," the doctor said. They both left, and Kurt finally felt able to relax a little.
"Did I really do good?" he asked Blaine.
"Perfect. You were a lot calmer than I expected you to be. And no hospital or needles or long waits, either." Blaine kissed the top of his head.
"'m tired," he murmured.
"We'll be home real soon. We'll swing by the pharmacy to get your medicine and then we'll get you in bed," Blaine promised.
Once they left the clinic, Kurt was more asleep than awake. It was beginning to snow, so Blaine used his coat to make sure Kurt's arm didn't get wet. He was still in a good deal of pain, but Blaine was there to take care of him, and he knew he was going to be okay with him looking out for him.
Author's Notes:
I hope you liked this! I'm thrilled with how much everyone is liking this story! I'm going to try to post a new chapter everyday. People have been asking for sick Blaine so that's what I'm going to do tomorrow.
When I watched the ice skating scene in the Christmas episode, this came to my mind and I wrote it right after. My thoughts are that when Kurt gets hurt he is pretty much able to get Blaine to so whatever he wants for him, so he uses that to his advantage. I don't really know, I just have random thoughts about this kind of stuff.
Also, I've been thinking about posting a second story I've written on here. I'm not going to say what it's about just yet, I just want to see how people are liking this, and just go from there. Thanks for reading!