"I feel so stupid," Blaine mumbled.
"You're not stupid, you're human," Kurt said, rubbing the back of Blaine's hand.
"Kurt, I was pretending that stick was a surfboard. And then I hurt my ankle. Not an exciting battle wound story." The boys were now sitting in the local walk-in clinic, waiting to be seen by a doctor. Blaine's pain was apparently not severe enough to go to the hospital, but there was a grotesque bruise and a lot of swelling.
"Blaine? We're ready for you," a nurse said.
Kurt helped Blaine to his feet and helped him hobble to a room in the back.
"We're just going to take some x-rays first to assess the damage. What exactly happened?" The nurse helped him put his foot up on the table.
"Um, fighting off ninjas," Blaine said confidently.
The nurse laughed. "It's that embarrassing?"
Blaine just nodded.
The nurse took the x-rays and made the boys wait in a cramped little exam room.
Kurt hopped up on to the table next to Blaine and they waited for the doctor.
"Hello Blaine," he said when he walked in. "I looked at your x-rays and nothing is broken, but you have a pretty good sprain. I'm going to wrap your ankle and give you some crutches that you can use for a week. How did you hurt your ankle?" he asked.
Kurt sighed, knowing there was another outrageous story coming.
"Shark attack," Blaine said, smiling.
The doctor laughed. "We all have that embarrassing story. Don't worry about it. Now, the truth?"
"Um, I was using a stick as a surfboard. Without water. In his yard," Blaine blushed.
"Oh, not the worst I've ever heard," the doctor said, laughing.
Blaine felt a little better.
The doctor helped him get stable on his crutches and the boys left for Kurt's house.
"So what are you going to tell the New Directions when you can't dance this week?" Kurt asked.
Blaine thought for a moment. "Freak blender accident."