Blaine sat outside of Kurt's house in the driver's seat of his car. He had been sitting in Kurt's driveway for fifteen minutes now, and had been running late already. He would have gone and retrieved Kurt himself, but it was below freezing outside and he was toasty in the car with the heat blasting. He laid on his horn, letting Kurt know he was getting angry. "Come on, Kurt!" he mumbled to himself. His phone lit up with a text from Kurt.
Do you want me to look good or not? It said.
Blaine sighed. We're going to a movie. No one is going to see you he replied.
It was a good five minutes until the front door to the Hudson- Hummel house swung open and Kurt appeared in the doorway. He waved excitedly and fumbled to lock the door in the cold. He took off running towards Blaine's car, but slipped on a patch of ice and landed square on his rear end.
Blaine gasped and ran to his boyfriend's aid. "Are you alright?" Blaine asked.
Kurt was laughing hysterically. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Stop worrying," he said through his laughs. He carefully stood and brushed the dirt from his pants.
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand. "You're bleeding," he said, examining Kurt's palms, which had clearly caught his fall.
"Oh, um, I can just run inside and grab a band aid…" Kurt began, but Blaine led him towards his car.
"I have a first aid kit in the glove compartment. Fix yourself up on the way to the movie," Blaine said.
Kurt smiled and took a seat in the passenger seat of the warm car. After bandaging his palms, he enjoyed a day at the movies with Blaine, complete with popcorn and candy.