His phone was so close, he just had to reach into his back pocket to call for help…
Kurt tried to move his arm, but instantly cried out from the sharp, throbbing pain just a few inches above his wrist. He couldn't reach his other arm around to grab it, either.
His head was hurt, too. The dizziness that was quickly invading made Kurt feel nauseous, and he was thankful he had left the restaurant before his food arrived.
He moaned deeply as the pain in his arm intensified exponentially, and with each breath Kurt struggled to take, his chest felt tighter and tighter. Everything hurt, and the cold New York City air was causing him to shiver uncontrollably. Kurt just wanted to go home to Rachel and Elliott, and have everything be okay. That was all.
He felt a hand on his back and tensed instinctively, afraid the attackers had returned.
"No!" he cried, twisting away and managing to roll onto his back defensively, letting out a strangled cry of pain from his chest and arm. The person stepped back, but then slowly came forward and knelt down by Kurt's head.
"It's okay," the man said quickly. "I'm just here to help you. Can you tell me what happened? Did someone hurt you? I'm calling 911."
Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that help was coming. He was tempted to close his eyes, but the person forced Kurt to remain awake.
"Don't go to sleep," he said, talking to the operator for several moments before hanging up and tossing his phone aside. "The paramedics are coming. Can you tell me your name?"
"K-Kurt," Kurt stuttered, his teeth chattering. "Who're you? How'd you find me?"
"My name's Blaine," the man said. Blaine's voice was quiet but smooth, and he sounded young, perhaps around Kurt's age. "I heard your cry and figured someone had to have hurt you, since this is kind of a rough part of town. You're gonna be okay, though."
"There were five of them," Kurt said quietly, as if they might come back. "Th-they had this guy, and I tried to help, but then they hurt me instead."
"It'll be okay," Blaine promised, not taking his hand off Kurt. "It shouldn't be too much longer. Are you cold? Here, here's my coat."
Before Kurt could object, Blaine had taken off his pea coat and draped it across Kurt's body. It was warm from his body heat, and smelled like Kurt's favorite cologne.
"Is there anyone I can call?" Blaine offered. "Family or friends that live nearby?"
Kurt didn't want Blaine to call Rachel after their fight in the restaurant. Elliott was out for the night, so Kurt didn't want to bother him, either. He shook his head.
"I'll go with you, then," Blaine decided. "If you want me to. I know I would be scared to go to the hospital alone. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah," Kurt peeped. The cold wind had left him feeling numb, but he knew once he was in the ambulance and got warmed up, he would start to feel the pain again. He didn't want Blaine to leave him like that.
Blaine shifted a little closer to him, and Kurt got a better glimpse of his face. Tan, but not unusually dark for March. His black hair was all gelled down, and his eyes were the color of honey. Kurt remembered them being the last things he saw before everything went black.
He opened his eyes to bright lights and loud voices. His stomach felt like it was doing somersaults inside him, and Kurt immediately wanted to be sick. His head throbbed harder, but he felt like he was underwater at the same time.
"Blaine." The first words out of his mouth were for the man who had saved him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Kurt had quickly realized he was in an ambulance, but all he saw were paramedics.
"Don't move, honey," one of them said. It was a woman, probably about fifty or so. "Blaine is up in the front. You're okay, you just need to hold still. We're almost to the hospital."
Kurt felt hot tears pool underneath his eyelids, and he began to cry, panicked and overwhelmed and in too much pain to handle it. The paramedic woman forced a mask over his mouth and nose, but Kurt pushed it away, crying until he choked and hiccupped, and was too weak to remain conscious.
Waking up the second time felt different, calmer. Everything was quiet. The lights were dim, rather than in his face. Kurt felt something cold pressed against his forearm, but the rest of him was comfortable and warm.
A person sat beside him, but it wasn't Rachel or Elliott.
"Blaine."
Talking was a challenge, and his mouth was terribly dry, but the other boy's name tumbled out so effortlessly. In the better lighting, Kurt was able to finally appreciate how handsome he was. He was extremely well dressed, a major plus in Kurt's opinion. They looked to be about the same age, as well. If it weren't for the fact that he had just been attacked, Kurt probably would have asked for his number.
"It's about time you woke up," he joked. "I thought you were gonna be out all night."
His smile was the best part about him, Kurt thought. Blaine seemed genuinely happy to see him awake, though, despite the less than ideal circumstances.
"What time is it?" Kurt asked. He felt groggy and tired again already, and blamed it on the medicine in his IV. But at least it made his head not hurt as much.
"Almost three," Blaine said casually. "You passed out again in the ambulance. You lost a lot of blood, but you're gonna be okay. You have a concussion, a broken arm, and some broken ribs. Oh, and they stitched up your face. And you have a pretty nice black eye, too."
Kurt reached up his good hand to try to feel what they had done to his face, terrified about how bad it was going to scar, but Blaine tugged his hand away.
"Don't touch it. You can look in a mirror later. You look fine, though."
Kurt wasn't so sure about that. He yawned, trying to hold his eyes open to talk to Blaine longer, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
"Where's Elliott?" Kurt mumbled. He wanted to see his friend before he fell asleep again. As much as he liked Blaine right off the bat, falling asleep in front of a stranger made him uncomfortable.
"They weren't able to get ahold of your friends," Blaine informed him. "Your phone had a password on it, and your medical records aren't here. But I can call them now for you, if you want." He paused. "Is Elliott your boyfriend?"
Kurt felt his cheeks grow red. He liked Elliott a lot, but they seemed to never move past the "friends" stage. Kurt had come to accept that long ago.
"No," he sighed. "Just a friend. You don't have to call him." Kurt knew he wasn't going to be able to stay awake much longer, certainly not until Elliott was able to show up.
"I hope you don't think it's creepy that I waited around for you to wake up. I at least wanted to meet you properly," Blaine explained.
"It's not creepy," Kurt instantly assured him. "It was... really nice of you. So, thanks."
Blaine smiled a little, but stood to go, and Kurt wasn't sure how to properly ask him to stay. Blaine was nice enough, and it was better than being alone, even if he was a total stranger.
"Y-you don't have to go," Kurt stammered weakly. "Or… you could come back tomorrow? It looks like my schedule is clear for a few days."
Blaine turned back to him and smiled again. Kurt looked over to where he had been sitting, and thankfully Blaine came back.
Kurt could tell he was falling asleep fast, but he wanted to keep talking to Blaine so badly. "How did you know I was gay?" he asked.
Blaine looked taken aback for a few seconds before answering. He shifted in his seat, and sat up straighter. "I'm gay, too," he confessed. He didn't seem proud of that. "The way you talked about Elliott... he sounded like he was your boyfriend."
Kurt shifted a little in the bed. It felt awkward, even though it didn't need to be. Kurt had never had a boyfriend, but Blaine seemed like the type of guy who lots of people loved.
"No," Kurt mumbled. "I... I've never had a boyfriend. I've only lived in New York for a year. I got to school at NYADA."
Blaine's face lit up, like he was surprised. Kurt wanted to sleep, but didn't want this to be the last time he got to see Blaine.
"I go to NYADA, too," Blaine said. "That's... weird. What are the chances? Anyway, I'll let you sleep. Um, it was really nice to meet you, Kurt. You need to let your friends know where you are, but maybe I'll come by tomorrow? If you're still here. The doctor said you seemed well enough to go home pretty soon. But I'll see you around school, you know, when you're able to go back. I'm really sorry this happened to you."
Kurt shrugged, trying to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal. He knew he was lucky, though. Not just that he was okay, but that out of all the people in New York City, Blaine was the one to find him. Kurt knew that had to mean something, but was too worn out to dwell on it. He closed his eyes, and the last thing he heard was Blaine humming softly to himself. Teenage Dream, he later figured out. Their song.
Author's Notes:
You guys I found this as a prompt on the Blangst tumblr account and I've been planning to write it for, like, ages, but it just now happened.
I always wonder what would've happened if they hadn't bumped into each other on the stairs at Dalton. I feel like Kurt wouldn't have even transferred, and just let the bullying get worse and worse since he didn't have Blaine to talk to. I should write about that. As for Blaine, I think without Kurt he would've struggled with self confidence since he didn't have a boyfriend, and so he wasn't as proud that he was gay. UGH THEY JUST NEED EACH OTHER.
But I'm really curious what their relationship would look like after this. I'll write a second part, if anyone cares. (But I'll probably just put it on Tumblr since it won't be angsty or apply to this story). But let me know your thoughts on this one. I found it hard to write both characters, since their lives (and personalities) would be so different without the other. Hm.