Every time he went to another Warblers rehearsal, Kurt realized he missed New Directions more and more. The guys in the group were all friendly towards him, especially Blaine, but something was missing. Kurt never got to sing. He personally didn't think that a glee club should need a council to decide who got to sing what. Wes had the Warblers rehearsals all about business, and nothing else. Kurt was dying to get to sing at regionals. He was willing to do anything.

He was sitting in study hall doing his homework in peace, and then without warning, Blaine burst through the doors with two other Warblers, and they started singing Misery. Kurt mentally rolled his eyes as he brushed flying papers off of him. That was Blaine's third performance just that week. Kurt loved his voice and thought he was talented, but he just wanted an opportunity to sing as well.

Blaine had a thing for jumping on furniture. Kurt didn't understand and didn't think it added anything to his many performances, but everyone was different. He liked to watch him dance, even though he just moved his feet and spun around occasionally. As Blaine was doing his little routine on the tiny round table, he managed to lose his balance and fall over. The song ended abruptly, and everyone surrounded him to make sure he was okay, Kurt included. He panicked, afraid he hit his head or was hurt.

Some people left since the performance was over, but Kurt and Wes stayed behind to help him.

"I'm okay," Blaine shrugged it off, getting back on his feet. He winced and held his left arm next to his chest, cradling it with his other hand.

"You landed on your arm," Wes told him. "I saw it. You have to be ready to perform at regionals, you can't be hurt." Kurt felt bad for Blaine. He'd just fallen and Wes was just concerned about the competition.

"I can take him to the nurse to get it looked at," Kurt told him, hinting to him to leave them alone.

"Alright," he told him. "Let me know what she says." He turned and left, and it was just Kurt alone with him.

"Thanks for getting rid of him," Blaine told him. "He's really nice, but he can kind of be insensitive to stuff like this."

"It's okay. Are you really hurt? I can actually take you do the nurse, even though I don't know where it is," he said, setting his bag on the floor so he could look at his arm.

"I'm fine. It's just my wrist." Blaine took his blazer off, and Kurt rolled up his shirt sleeve for him. It looked normal, except he couldn't touch it at all without Blaine hissing in pain.

"I think it's swelling a little. Do you want to go to the nurse?" he asked. Blaine sighed, thinking it over.

"Might as well," he said. Kurt smiled, glad to help him. Blaine told him how to get to the nurse's station. Kurt had hurt his wrist a time or two before, and it wasn't any fun. He didn't want him to be in pain, and he certainly didn't want him to be unable to go to regionals.

When they got to the nurse, she made him try to move his wrist after they explained what happened to him. Kurt had never had to go visit her before. She was older, but kind to both of them.

"It hurts to move it a lot," he told her.

"I think it's just a sprain," she assured him. "If it was broken you wouldn't be able to move it at all. I'll wrap it for you and give you an ice pack. You don't need to keep it in a sling, but try not to use it a lot these next few days." Blaine reached out and took Kurt's hand as she started to wrap it.

"Thank you," he told her. She pressed an ice pack against his arm and got out some medicine for him to take. Kurt let go of his hand as Blaine took the medicine, and then they got up to go. Kurt walked with him back to his room.

"Thanks for going with me and helping me," Blaine told him. "I don't think I'll be jumping on furniture anymore." Kurt snickered.

"It wasn't a problem. Do you need anything else?" he asked. Blaine shook his head and sat down at his desk.

"I have to finish studying. But I'll see you tomorrow at rehearsal." Kurt secretly wished he had asked him to stay, but told him goodbye and left to go do his homework. His face felt hot. He was blushing. Blaine was so cute, and he just wanted to help him out any way he could. He could only hope he liked him back the same way.

Author's Notes:

I hope you like this, even though it was short! I have a lot of chapters coming up about Blaine, so keep reading for some longer posts!