Kurt waited impatiently for Blaine, who was running late. It wasn't like him to run late and not call. Kurt jumped when his phone rang. "Blaine?" Kurt asked.
"Um, yes, can you come pick me up?" Blaine asked.
Kurt grabbed for his coat and ran down the stairs. "Of course. Where are you?" Kurt asked.
"I'm, um, at Manhattan General Hospital," Blaine replied.
Kurt quickened his pace to a run towards the subway station.
"The doctor just doesn't want me going home alone on the subway," Blaine said.
"Why are you at the hospital?" Kurt asked.
"Don't worry. It's not a big deal. I'll explain when you get here," Blaine said.
After the longest subway ride of his life, Kurt pushed past a bored-looking nurse and into Blaine's emergency room cubicle.
He found an exhausted Blaine with a big bandage across his forehead and blood on the collar of his shirt.
"Oh honey," Kurt said. He went over and gently gave Blaine a hug, being careful of Blaine's body entirely.
"Kurt, I'm fine, you're not going to break me," Blaine said, laughing.
"What happened?" Kurt asked.
"I'm an idiot is what happened," Blaine said.
Kurt urged him to go on.
"I was walking to the subway station, looking at my phone, and I kind of…walked into the rearview mirror on a bus," Blaine said.
"Oh my God, are you alright?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I have a few stitches and they gave me a CAT scan, but I don't have a head injury or anything. The doctor just wants someone to ride the subway home with me," Blaine explained.
"Well, I would be happy to do that," Kurt said. They rode the subway home together and although Kurt had to nurse Blaine through a pretty bad headache through the night, Blaine was okay.