I guess this is a prologue-type thing. Not really sure where I'm taking this but I like it so far! haha well, it's angsty right now and I'm pretty sure that's why I like it. =]


The shrill ringing of his phone jolted him awake. He groaned. It had been a hell of a week and though it was only nine o'clock on a Friday night, Kurt Hummel had been happily asleep for about an hour. Without lifting his head or opening his eyes, his hand escaped the confines of his blankets and fished around on his nightstand until his fingers closed around his phone.

"Hello?" he mumbled groggily. Whoever was calling better have a damn good reason.

"Kurt? Where are you?"

Something in his father's voice was different. Something sounded off. His eyes opened and he pushed himself off his stomach and turned over, sitting up and flicking on the light.

"I'm asleep. Well, I was. At home. Why? What happened?"

There was a pause. "Can you be ready quickly? Just wear some sweats and a jacket or something. I'm picking you up in five."

His eyes blinked blearily in the light of the small reading lamp. "Wait. What?"

"Just do it, Kurt."

The command in his father's voice set Kurt on edge. Something wasn't right. "Dad. What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'll-"

"Dad." He could feel his heart kick into a faster pace. Something was very wrong.

There was a sigh on the other end of the line. "It's Blaine. He's been in an accident. The stop light just changed. I'll be there soon."

Kurt's wide eyes trained on the wall in front of him. He could feel his pulse thud in his ears. The line went dead as Burt hung up and Kurt's numb fingers curled around the phone as his hand fell into his lap. His head dropped down. This couldn't be real. It was a mistake. It's Blaine. He's been in an accident. His breathing came faster and suddenly Kurt bolted upright, grabbing his jacket off of the back of his desk chair and running out his bedroom door.