A/N: Alright. Let's do this shit.
Rating: PG
"Blaine?" Kurt's voice was shaky. "Don't panic okay? There was a car crash – we're both fine! – but I can't drive the car. Can you come get us? We're near Jackson's day care, just down the road."
Kurt paused to take a deep breath, and Blaine couldn't help himself any more, his voice panicky and urgent.
"What happened? Where's Jackson? Have you been checked out by an ambulance? Is anyone there with you?"
"Blaine, calm down. Please." Kurt sniffled into the phone, trying to keep himself from crying. He couldn't break down. Not yet. Not while Jackson still needed him. "One of the day care mum's has him at the moment, but he's crying and I need to go get him. The ambulance just got here, half the people from day care are here but they're starting to leave now. Can you just come get me please?"
"I'm on my way. Kurt, stay calm okay? I'll be there in twenty minutes."
Kurt nodded into the phone.
"Bye."
Hanging up, he turned back to the police, struggling to stay calm as he gave his statement.
A car had pulled out of the side road, slamming straight into the passenger side of his car. Luckily, Jackson's car seat was behind the driver's seat, and neither of them had been seriously hurt. Jackson was going into shock now, crying loudly and flinching every time a car drove past on the street.
Kurt nodded as the policeman spoke to him, only half paying attention.
"Okay, you should go get your son, and let the ambulance people take a look at you both okay?" they said gently, and Kurt nodded again, hurrying over to get Jackson from one of the people he knew from the day care centre.
"Hey baby, shh, it's okay, daddy's here." He said soothingly, barely keeping his voice steady as he leant and scooped Jackson up into his arms, holding him tight. "Thank-you." He told the lady who'd been watching him and she nodded, leaving him to go back to her own car.
Jackson's arms tightened around Kurt's neck.
"Daddy, I scared."
"I know baby, I know. It's okay now. I've got you and daddy Blaine is on his way." Kurt soothed, following the ambulance people. "I've got to put you down for a little while now, we need to make sure you didn't get hurt."
"Like the doctor?"
"Yes, they're like doctors."
Kurt replied, setting Jackson down on the stretcher inside the ambulance, and answering the questions.
Ten minutes later, they'd been declared fine – though Kurt was told they were both going into shock. Jackson had been wrapped in a blanket, and Kurt rocked the three-year-old, trying to calm him, waiting for Blaine to arrive.
^.^
Parking a little way down from where all the flashing lights were, Blaine hurried up the street, searching for Kurt.
Kurt spotted him first, nudging Jackson a little. Jackson had finally stopped shaking, and was just leaning against Kurt's chest, his cheek on his shoulder, sucking his thumb and being oddly quiet.
"Daddy Blaine's here."
"Kurt." Blaine said with relief, bending down to hug them both tightly. "Are you okay?"
Kurt tried to stand and almost collapsed back down, his legs shaking too much for him to stand on. Blaine caught him, pulling Jackson into his arms and putting an arm around Kurt's waist.
"Daddy." Jackson whimpered, and Blaine clutched him closer.
"Are you okay to go? You don't need to do anything else?"
"No. We can go." Kurt said quickly, and Blaine pulled him closer into his side.
"Are you okay?" he asked, slowly steering them back to his car as Kurt clung to his side and Jackson sniffled into his neck.
"It hasn't really hit me yet."
Blaine nodded, nuzzling into Jackson's hair.
"You okay baby?"
Jackson's eyes had gone wide as he caught sight of the car.
"No car. No car Daddy."
"Baby, we have to go in a car to get home."
"No car!"
Blaine set Jackson down, letting go of Kurt to crouch down in front of Jackson.
"Jackson, this is daddy's car. I'll make sure you don't get hurt okay?"
Jackson's bottom lip trembled.
"I know it's scary, but you want to go home don't you?"
Jackson nodded, his eyes wide and scared still.
"Jackson, I promise nothing will happen."
Jackson nodded again, hugging Blaine before glancing at the car warily.
"Okay daddy."
"You're a brave boy." Blaine said, standing up and taking Jackson's hand and pulling him forward, opening the door to the car. "Ready?"
Jackson climbed in, settling in his car seat, waiting patiently as Blaine buckled him in.
"Daddy?"
"Yes baby?"
"Daddy Kurt's scared."
"I know." Blaine whispered, kissing his forehead.
"Can you help Daddy Kurt be brave?"
"I hope so."
Jackson smiled up at Blaine, resting his head against the side of his seat and yawning.
"Come on Kurt." Blaine said, shutting the door and turning to face him.
Kurt stepped into his arms, shaking badly. "Is it wrong to admit that I'm absolutely terrified of getting into that car?"
"No." Blaine said gently, kissing him. "But Jackson just did..."
Kurt laughed through the tears that were suddenly pouring down his cheeks.
"I guess I can't let our son beat me."
"You're brave." Blaine whispered.
Kurt smiled slightly, taking a deep breath before getting in the car, turning to reassure Jackson before doing up his seatbelt.
Blaine slid into the driver's seat, putting his hands on the wheel and smiling at his passengers.
"Ready?"
"Be careful daddy." Jackson admonished from the backseat.
Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand, holding it tightly.
"Am now."