AN: So this one was inspired by the previous drabble in which Kurt tells Finn he'll never get the keys to his Navigator. Obviously he didn't expect this to happen...
"I'm fine," Kurt said as both Mike and Finn helped him to his feet. Mostly he was just embarrassed about falling during rehearsal for Nationals. As soon as he tried to put weight on his right ankle though, his protests turned into a cry of pain and he reached out for Finn's arm for support.
"You were saying," Finn commented, even as he put a supporting arm around his stepbrother.
"Okay, so maybe I twisted my ankle," Kurt admitted hoping that it was a minor injury. He couldn't be sidelined for Nationals. He was going to New York and he was going to compete even if he had to do it with an injured ankle. Athletes played hurt all the time.
"You should go down to the nurse's office and let her look at that ankle, Kurt," Mr. Shuester said, having joined the crowd gathered around kurt.
"No. I just need to rest it a bit. I'll be fine," Kurt insisted. "Help me to a chair, please," he said to Finn waving a hand toward the auditorium's front row of chairs.
Not sure what else to do, Finn did as requested, shooting a helpless look toward their director.
"Mike, go get an ice pack from the nurse. At the very least you're going to ice that ankle, Kurt."
Kurt nodded as he limped across the stage with Finn's help. He spent the last fifteen minutes of rehearsal with his ankle propped up with the ice pack on it.
"It looks swollen. I still think you should get it checked out," Mr. Shue told him.
Before Kurt could reply Finn spoke up. "My mom's off tonight, Mr. Shue. She'll know if he needs to have someone look at it," he assured their teacher.
"Okay," Mr. Shue relented, planning on calling Kurt's parents later to check up on him.
"Fine," Kurt said, just wanting away from being the center of attention. He carefully got to his feet, not putting any weight on his right foot.
"Where are your keys?" Finn asked.
"What?" Kurt asked, slightly panicked.
"Your car keys, so I can drive us home," he said holding out his hand.
"Not a chance. As I told you before, you're not getting the keys to my car. I'll drive."
"If it was your left ankle you injured, I might go along with that but it's your right. So, car keys or I call Burt for him to pick us up."
Kurt knew his dad wouldn't be happy to have to leave work to pick them up when technically Finn could drive them home.
"They're in the front pocket of my bag," Kurt said, indicating the bag sitting on the floor.
Finn picked up the bag, took out the keys, and put it over his shoulder. He then retrieved his own bag before scooping Kurt up in his arms.
"What are you doing?" Kurt asked, slightly alarmed.
"You're not walking on that ankle until Mom takes a look at it."
"This is embarrassing," Kurt muttered, as Mercedes handed him the shoe he had earlier removed.