A/N: Second last one for the weekend :)

"Come on Kurt! Hurry up!" Blaine bounced, glancing over his shoulder at Kurt.

"Blaine! Wait! Look before you cross the road!" Kurt called frantically.

Blaine twisted to look at him, already halfway across the road.

"Kurt it's a zebra crossin-"

There was a squeal of tires, and a thump, and Blaine blacked out.

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When Blaine woke up, it was too loud, annoying noises, pain stretching from the back of his head all the way down to his knees, a comforting hand squeezing his fingers gently, and white, blinding light.

He opened his mouth, quite intending to say something intelligent, but it didn't come out. A weird garbled noise came from mouth and something reminiscent to a whine.

"Blaine!"

But then he was gone again.

^.^

The next time he woke up, there was less white, less noise, more pain, and still that hand, holding tight to his own.

He took it more slowly this time, struggling to squeeze that hand before trying to open his eyes.

"Blaine?" Someone – it had to be Kurt – asked.

Blaine whimpered as he became aware of how much his back hurt – his eyes finally shooting open. A worried looking Kurt hovered over him.

He tried to talk again, but all that came out of his mouth was garbled mush.

"Shh, calm down." Kurt soothed, hands hovering as he tried to find somewhere safe to pet. "You won't be able to talk until the drugs wear off a little."

Blaine frowned, and winced.

"…hurts." He whimpered.

Kurt nodded sadly, and as Blaine's eyes cleared, he could see that he'd been crying.

"Mm..happened?"

Kurt swallowed hard, stroking his hand gently.

"It…you just…the car didn't stop…and you…" he closed his eyes. "You were hit."

"Zebra…?"

"Yeah, I know… Kurt whispered. "He didn't stop."

"Mm. Ow…"

Kurt nodded as a doctor walked in, and Kurt looked up at him expectantly.

"Ahh, you're awake." He smiled kindly at Blaine, who looked at him with glazed eyes. "Now, we have some good news. You're very lucky, you didn't break anything."

"Lucky?" Kurt asked, sitting heavily.

"…feels broke." Blaine murmured, and the doctor grinned at him.

"I know. You're really badly bruised, so we'd like you to stay here at least until the swelling in your knees go down, okay?" Blaine blinked, trying to convey he understood. "You've also got a lot of spinal bruising, but thankfully, there's no internal bleeding and you've only got a minor concussion."

"Can sleep?" Blaine slurred.

"Not yet. We need you awake for at least another three hours."

Blaine let out a little whine of unhappiness.

The doctor smiled. "Good luck Blaine." He exited the room, and Kurt let out a breath of relief.

"Dear god…" Kurt whispered, and Blaine groaned at him.

"You know what this means?" Kurt muttered, and Blaine groaned again. "We're going back to preschool, and I'm going to teach you how to look both ways before crossing the street."

A/N: This one was sadly inspired by one of my mates - dialogue and all - but she didn't get hit. She just almost did.