Both Blaine and Kurt loved to go to Central Park. In the summer it was a nice escape from the crowded city, and in the spring and fall they loved to go have picnics and watch all of the little kids run around the playground.

It was a cool Saturday afternoon in September, and they both decided to go and enjoy one last picnic lunch before the weather turned cold. They brought a blanket to sit on so they wouldn't have to sit at the grubby picnic tables with gum stuck to them. Kurt made sandwiches and fruit salad for both of them. They picked a shady spot underneath a cluster of trees and ate lunch.

"You know," Blaine began, "when I was younger Cooper taught me how to climb trees. We had these huge trees in the backyard of our old house, and we would always see who could go higher. My dad built us a tree house, and it was a lot of fun until he fell when I was eleven and broke his arm. Then my mom made us stop."

Kurt raised his eyebrows and laughed. Blaine and his brother would do that. "I could see that happening. Don't try anything, please." Blaine took a bite of his sandwich and shook his head.

"I'll be careful," he said. Kurt wasn't sure what that meant. Whatever he intended with it, Kurt knew he was going to have to be the one to take him to the hospital when he fell and hurt himself.

They had an overall peaceful lunch, despite a spider crawling on the blanket and Kurt freaking out. They were getting ready to leave, but Blaine pulled him over to one of the tress.

"Come on," he coaxed. "It's not like you'll fall." Kurt shook his head stubbornly.

"I don't want to snag my clothes on a branch. Tree climbing is for fearless little kids. Don't worry, I'll stay down here and then take care of you when you break your arm," he teased. Blaine waved him off and climbed up onto one of the low branches of the tree. Kurt watched for his own entertainment. Blaine was so little he could easily get to the top of the tree quickly, but he went slow and didn't go very high so that Kurt wouldn't get worried.

It only took one wrong move to mess everything up. Blaine stepped on a thin branch that he was sure could support his weight, but obviously it couldn't. He lost his footing as it snapped like a twig and was on the ground in less than a second. Kurt had been sitting down, but he scrambled up to his feet and was over by his side right away. Blaine wasn't bleeding or anything, but he could have easily broken a bone.

"Blaine, talk to me," he pleaded. "Are you hurt?" Kurt looked him over from head to toe. Nothing seemed out of place to him, but he still wasn't talking.

"I'm fine," he insisted. "That was… that was dumb. My head hurts a little. But I don't think I twisted my ankle or anything." Kurt was scared he had a concussion. He wasn't talking very clearly, and he saw him hit his head on the ground. Blaine pulled up on him so he was sitting up and held his head in both of his hands. "I think… I feel weird. I'm okay, I think." He wasn't really making any sense. Kurt didn't want to move him in case he was seriously hurt, but after Blaine kept insisting he was fine, Kurt gave in and picked him up. Blaine leaned on him heavily, stumbling as they walked back to their picnic blanket.

"We're going to the doctor," Kurt said firmly. "You need to get your head looked at." Blaine blinked heavily, as if he was in a daze. Kurt snapped his fingers in front of his face, and Blaine covered his ears with his hands.

"That's loud," he moaned. Kurt sighed and wrapped his arm around him as they walked. It was like Blaine was drunk, and Kurt thought back to those nights when they went to Scandals. He was dizzy and stumbling, and couldn't talk without his words slurring together. When they reached the edge of the park was when he doubled over the trashcan and threw up. Kurt wasn't expecting that, but he helped him get back up, and carried most of his weight as they walked down the block.

Their car was all the way back at the apartment, and Kurt didn't want to waste any more time. So, they took a cab to the urgent care clinic. Blaine got upset when Kurt suggested they go to the hospital, so he settled for the clinic. Kurt wasn't sure if they could treat a concussion, but it was worth a shot. They could always go to the hospital if it was more serious, but Kurt was certain it was a concussion. Finn had had at least half a dozen from football back in high school. He didn't see why Blaine had been dumb enough to risk getting hurt by scaling that tree.

But then again, Blaine did a lot of questionable things.

He was mostly out of it, so Kurt filled out all the forms in the waiting room for him. Blaine started to doze off, so Kurt had to keep snapping his fingers to keep him awake. The clinic doctor examined him and said it was just a mild concussion, and even though Blaine was getting sleepy he warned Kurt to make sure he stayed awake. Kurt listened to all his instructions, even though he'd been through the routine before with his stepbrother, and he was allowed to take Blaine home.

It was definitely a struggle keeping Blaine from falling asleep, but he managed. Kurt gave him Advil to take care of his headache and watched over him closely, looking out for any problems. He decided that evening that it should be all right to let him go to sleep since he seemed to be doing just fine. Blaine had no trouble at all going to sleep.

Kurt stayed with him and woke him up frequently to ensure he was still all right. He couldn't be too careful. Blaine made him stay and lay down with him, and mumbled something about how he didn't want to be alone. Kurt couldn't argue with that. At least he hadn't broken his arm like Cooper had. Kurt wasn't prepared to deal with him and his excessive neediness for two months while he was in a cast. Hopefully Blaine had gotten the message that climbing trees at the age of 23 wasn't the best idea.

Author's Notes:

The prompt I got for this one was Klaine falling out of a tree. It was kind of hard to find an idea, since I thought about how many times I'd faced the possibility of falling out of a tree, and it was exactly once. But I could see little Blaine and Cooper in their backyard and in their tree house. Blaine had always been the daredevil of the two, even though Cooper was the one who fell, and so he tried it with Kurt and he got a concussion. Then he made Kurt his nurse and waitress for the next three days. I'm writing a chapter where Blaine gets his wisdom teeth out and he can't really talk, but he's making Kurt wait on him hand and foot. He gets very needy and clingy when he's hurt or sick. So yeah. I've been rambling, so I'll just end this now.