To me this one feels a little unrealistic, but I was tired when I wrote this.
It was nearing 6 PM and Blaine was starting to get worried. Kurt was supposed to be there to pick him up for their date an hour ago. He'd called three times already with no answer. Blaine checked his phone for the hundredth time, making sure he hadn't missed a message from Kurt. He sat down in a chair in the living room with a big sigh. A few minutes later, he felt his phone ring, and it was Kurt. "Kurt, are you alright?" Blaine asked, panicked.
"No, I'm not," Kurt sniffled.
"Oh my God, Kurt what's wrong?" Blaine's mind automatically went to Kurt's Range Rover in a ditch and Kurt himself in the emergency room with a broken leg.
"I forgot my license at home," Kurt said.
"Kurt, it's not a big deal. Just be careful not to go too fast and get pulled over," Blaine said.
Kurt's sniffles became much faster. "It's too late for that," Kurt wailed.
Blaine's stomach dropped. "Where are you?" Blaine asked, grabbing his keys and going out to his car. There was a long silence on the line.
"The Lima Police department," Kurt cried.
Blaine started his car and began to drive in that direction.
"I wasn't really arrested. I just can't drive home and they told me I had to come to the station to do the paperwork. My dad is coming to get my car but can you drive me home?" Kurt asked.
"Of course. I'm already on my way there," Blaine said soothingly.
"Thank you," Kurt sniffed.
"It's no problem. I'll see you there." Blaine hung up and drove to the station. He picked up a very shaken and sad Kurt, who now had no keys for a week thanks to Burt. But Blaine was still allowed over at his house, and they made the most of it anyways.