Kurt was worried sick. Blaine had fell and hurt his ankle at dance rehearsal, and he had no clue if he was okay or not. His mom came to take him to the doctor, and he had sent him a bunch of texts asking what was going on, but Blaine just told him to come over. The minute rehearsal ended, Kurt went over to his house, but not before he stopped and got him lunch at Subway and a drink from Sonic. He struggled to knock on the door, his hands full.

"Hi, Kurt," his mom said. "Blaine told me you were coming. He's in here, on the couch." Kurt thanked her and stepped inside. Blaine was lying down with his ankle propped up on several pillows and encased in a boot.

"Hey," Blaine said. "You got here quick. I barely texted you fifteen minutes ago."

"I came right after glee was over. I brought you lunch and a drink," he offered him. Blaine took the food.

"Aww babe, you didn't have to do that. Thank you, though."

"How is your leg? What did the doctor say?" he asked, sitting down next to him.

"My ankle's broken, but it was just a little break, and I'm in the boot for about four weeks," he explained. Kurt frowned. He'd never broken a bone before, but he could imagine how upset and disappointed he was.

"Oh, honey. Do you have crutches?" he asked. Blaine shook his head.

"I don't care about my ankle, I'm just upset about regionals and doing all the work to have to sit in the audience."

"Hey, it'll be okay. You're still gonna go to regionals, and I bet Mr. Shue will let you do the easy number. You can help us warm up and stuff. It won't be a waste," he tried to reassure him. Blaine nodded and smiled as he drank his drink. "Did they give you any pain medicine?" he shook his head.

"My mom just gave me some Tylenol."

"Do you need me to get you anything? I can get you a blanket if you want, or another pillow?"

"Kurt, I'm okay. I don't want you to worry about me, I'm gonna be fine." Kurt couldn't help but worry about him. After he left rehearsal with his mom, he was the only thing on his mind.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"No, Kurt, don't be sorry." Blaine pushed himself up and looked him in the eye. "You didn't do anything. Let's watch TV. I'm kind of tired, actually."

"Lay down, I'll get you a blanket and a movie." Kurt hopped up, happy to help him. He went into his room and got him a blanket and put on Moulin Rouge. Blaine ate his food quietly and then laid his head in Kurt's lap.

"Thanks for coming over," he said, sounding half asleep.

"You're welcome." He looked down at him and realized he was indeed falling asleep. "I can turn this off if you're tired." Blaine shook his head, but ten minutes later he was out. Kurt turned the TV and managed to get up and put a pillow under Blaine's head so he wouldn't wake up. He kissed him on the cheek and quietly slipped out. Blaine's gonna be okay, he told himself. He'll go to regionals and feel better and it'll be okay. He had to be.

Author's Notes:

I really like this with Blaine hurt instead of Kurt, so here you go! Let me know, did you like Part 1 or Part 2 better?