Kurt careened down the highway at a steady 65 miles/hour with Blaine in the passenger seat. They were talking and laughing about the comedian they had seen at a new comedy club about an hour from Lima. Red lights started to illuminate the night. "Kurt, slow down," Blaine said.
"Thank you, Mr. Backseat Driver," Kurt said, laughing.
"I think there's an accident up ahead," Blaine said. The traffic came to a crawl, and occasionally a stop, but they eventually passed the accident. Two cars, both four-door sedans, smashed together, both totaled.
The police had put up a barrier around the accident.
The boys could see medics toting people into ambulances. "Oh my God," Kurt whispered.
"That's scary," Blaine said. The traffic picked right back up and Kurt sped back up to a normal speed. He glanced over at Blaine, who was staring out the window, seemingly very tense. "Are you alright?" Kurt asked. He placed his hand on top of Blaine's, and felt him relax slightly.
"Yeah, I just hate seeing accidents like that," he replied.
"Yeah, they can be really scary," Kurt said.
Blaine sighed. "My grandfather was killed in a car crash when I was four," he said.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," Kurt said.
"Don't be. It was a long time ago."
"Well you have a very good reason to dislike seeing accidents on the side of the road," Kurt said.
"I'm glad you understand."
"Of course I do." Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand. "Let's go back to my house. I think we have some cake left over from Carole's birthday a few days ago if you want some," Kurt said.
"That would be nice." They drove the rest of the way home. Blaine remained a little tense, but even just Kurt being there calmed him down.