Dance rehearsal. Those two words were synonymous with 'torture' for Blaine. He could dance, but the number they were doing was impossible. All it did was make him frustrated and sweaty. At least Kurt was there. He made it a little bit better, but it was still far from enjoyable. That day, everyone had to show up to get in some extra practice for regionals. Mr. Shue had them doing a full rehearsal. The lights were shining in his face, his clothes were making him hot, and he could tell he was starting to sweat. The music came on and they got started rehearsing. Things were going okay; Blaine just had a hard time keeping up. He remembered the choreography, but he just couldn't execute it. It started off slow, but by the end of the number they were doing all kinds of moves. Brittany and Mike were leading everyone, but he still couldn't keep up. He lost his footing and suddenly tripped. He tumbled down one of the steps on the stage and landed on his ankle. He felt a sharp pain in his ankle and lower leg, and he panicked. His ankle couldn't be broken. Regionals were in just two weeks. Mr. Shue turned the music off, and everyone crowded him.
"Blaine, are you okay?" Tina asked.
"Oh my gosh!" Rachel shrieked. "It's bent all funny." Everyone gave her "the look" and she stopped talking.
"Guys, back up," Mr. Shue ordered. "Give him some space." Blaine silently thanked him, and everyone stepped back from him except for Mr. Shue and Kurt, who sat next to him. Mr. Shue bent down next to his leg. "Is it your ankle?" he nodded and bit his lip to distract him from it. It wasn't that he was in a lot of pain; he was just scared he wouldn't be able to perform at regionals. Kurt took his hand, and he squeezed it. "I'm gonna take your shoe off, okay?" he nodded apprehensively, and leaned against Kurt. Mr. Shue pulled his shoe off and he squeezed Kurt's hand. He took his sock off next and pulled up his pants leg. "Can you wiggle your toes?" he obeyed without any trouble. "What about your ankle?" Blaine tried and was able to move it a little bit, but it quickly started to hurt again. He shook his head. "Okay, it's okay. Finn, go grab a chair from the choir room. Tina, get an ice pack from the nurse's office." They both ran off, and Mr. Shue rolled his pants back down. "Blaine, I think you need to get to a doctor. I'm gonna call your mom." He looked over at Kurt nervously.
"It's gonna be okay," he whispered to him. "Want me to go with you?" he shook his head. He didn't want Kurt to see him go to the doctor, because more than likely his ankle was broken and he would cry.
Tina and Finn returned, and Finn helped him into the chair. Mr. Shue pressed the ice to his ankle, and it hurt at first, but then it started to feel good.
"Mr. Shue, I'm gonna be fine. Can I just drive myself home?" he asked.
"No way. I'm about to call your mom, she'll come and get you," he told him. "Just rest and keep that ice on your ankle until she gets here. Kurt was rubbing his back and Blaine was trying not to focus on it, but it hurt bad, and all he could think about was missing regionals. It was his first regionals at McKinley, and he had to be a part of it.
Fifteen minutes later, his mom showed up and helped him into the car.
"Blaine, how on earth did you do this?" she asked.
"I don't know, I just tripped and landed on it," he explained.
"We'll get it taken care of, don't worry," she assured him. "Your sister is worried sick." Blaine smiled. He could picture Sydney freaking out when his mom got the call that he was hurt. His eleven-year-old sister worshiped the ground he walked on.
Thankfully they didn't go to the hospital, just an urgent care clinic. He leaned on her as they walked inside. She filled out forms for him and then they were taken back to a room.
After getting an exam, x-rays, and a big bulky black boot, they were finally able to leave. He had a crack in his ankle, and had to use the boot for four weeks. Blaine still couldn't believe he wouldn't be able to perform at regionals. His mom took him home and made him comfortable on the couch with his leg propped up. He checked his phone and saw at least half a dozen messages from Kurt. He didn't feel like texting him everything, so he just told him to come over. He laid back and tried not to think about how he had let the group down. He wasn't much help with the dancing, but Mr. Shue had told him how they needed his voice. He was afraid they would be mad at him, but he brushed the thought away. He couldn't help getting hurt. He just hoped it would heal soon so he could get back to doing what he loved.
Author's Notes:
Ugh, poor Blaine. I originally wrote this with Kurt getting hurt, but I think I like it better with Blaine. Part 2 is going to be Kurt coming over to see him!