Blaine had a habit of showing up to Warblers rehearsal early. Wes and David were so strict about everyone being on time, so he really had no other option. Besides, getting a moment of peace and quiet in the rehearsal room was nice once in a while.
When he walked inside, he was surprised to find Kurt in there, sitting on the couch.
"Hey," he said to him. "You're here half an hour early."
"I know. I was getting tired of being in my room," he explained. "I'm making Pavarotti a cover for his cage." Blaine sat down in the chair across from him. He'd only known him for about a month, but there was something about Kurt that he liked. Well, there were a lot of things he liked about him, but he was just different. In a good way. Blaine didn't really know how to explain it to anyone, so he kept his feelings to himself.
"Need any help?" he offered.
"No, thanks," Kurt replied. "You don't have to go, though. I mean, you can if you want. But you can stay here, too. If you want." Blaine smiled to himself. He was stammering, and blushing a little.
"I'll keep you company." He saw Kurt smile to himself, looking down at his work. Blaine wasn't really sure what to talk to him about.
"So," he began, "how are you liking Dalton?"
"It's good," he sighed. Blaine knew there was more to it than just 'good'. "I miss seeing my family everyday, though. My dad especially. And I miss New Directions. Some of them. But I like it here."
"That's good," he said. "It'll get better. And you go home on weekends, so at least you're seeing your family then." Kurt started stitching together two pieces of fabric.
"Yeah." He didn't sound so convinced.
Blaine made an effort to talk to him until the rest of the Warblers started to come in. They hadn't officially started yet, so Kurt kept working on his birdcage cover thing. He worked right up until Wes and David came in. As they were about to call the meeting to order, Kurt let out a gasp. Everyone turned to look at him.
"Oh, gosh," Blaine said. He didn't see how it happened, but Kurt had managed to slice his hand open with one of his sewing tools, and he was bleeding.
"Kurt? Are you okay?" Wes asked.
"He's bleeding," Trent said, worried. Trent was one of those people who couldn't handle the sight of blood. Blaine got up and grabbed Kurt's hand gently.
"It's okay," he told him. "Does it hurt?" Kurt didn't answer, but he was bleeding pretty heavily. The rest of the group was standing around watching them. "Guys, back off." They stood back at his order, and Blaine made Kurt stand up, and he walked him out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. He rinsed off his hand and pressed a paper towel to it.
"It hurts a little," Kurt admitted, his voice small.
"It's okay," he reassured him. "It's not too deep. You don't need any stitches. Do you want to go to the nurse to have her clean it up?" Kurt shook his head.
"It's fine. Thanks." Blaine checked to see if it had stopped bleeding, and it looked better.
"There you go. It might hurt for a little bit. After rehearsal we can still go to the nurse if you want," he offered. Kurt just shook his head again. "Okay. Ready to go back in?"
"Yeah, I think so. Thanks," he repeated.
"You're welcome. All of us have gotten hurt one way or another in the group, so it's not a big deal," he assured him. He walked back to the meeting with him and took his seat back. He'd only seen Kurt's vulnerable side once before, when he was being bullied by the idiot at his old school. It was nice to see him depend on other people when he was usually so headstrong.
Author's Notes:
I was kind of in a rush when I wrote this, but I hope you like it anyways! Someone prompted Kurt cutting himself open at the Warblers and I wasn't really sure how to write it, but this is what came to mind.
Also, usually when I post stuff I get an email, and every time someone reviews I get one, too. I didn't get anything yesterday, but I saw some people left reviews and such, so I was wondering if anyone else wasn't getting notifications. I don't know, maybe it's just me!