"I swear to god, Kurt, if you don't give me back that bottle right now…" Kurt laughed, pushing it onto the highest shelf of his bookcase.

"Go get it, then." Blaine groaned, readjusting the towel around his waist. He grabbed a chair, dragging it across the carpet.

"Stupid genetics…" he mumbled. "Hey!" He screamed. Kurt had the bottle of hair gel in his hand again, and was sprinting out of the room. Blaine tugged on a pair of sweatpants, not about to go running through the Hudson-Hummel household naked, even if he had a towel on and they were the only ones home. He jogged through the kitchen and after Kurt, dripping water everywhere he went, finding him in the living room. He threw himself at Kurt's hand, aiming for the bottle of blue liquid. Kurt ducked out of the way, standing and jumping onto the couch.

Blaine scrambled up onto all fours, crawling after the pale boy. Kurt laughed and sprinted away, headed towards the kitchen. Realization hit Blaine in the face like a ton of blocks.

"Kurt!" he screamed. "Slow down! I got the tile wet when-" BAM! Blaine sat paralyzed in the silence for a moment. "FUCK!"

Blaine ran down the hall, dropping down to his knees next to Kurt. The side of the pale teen's head was dripping red, and swelling up like a balloon.

"Oh, god, no-" he whispered, wanting to pull Kurt into his lap but knowing it would hurt him even more. "Kurt, wake up, honey. Wake up. Come on! Open your eyes!" He ran his fingers through his curls, cursing himself for not having his phone. He scrambled up to grab the house phone from off the charger. He jabbed in a couple of numbers, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder as held Kurt's hands.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

"My, my boyfriend. He slipped and hit his head on the counter. We're at home and he's bleeding but I can hear him breathing so he's alive and-"

"Calm down, sweetheart. What's your name?"

"Blaine. But that doesn't matter, what matters is that my boyfriend is unconscious and bleeding-"

"Where are you located?" Blaine mumbled off the address, staying on the phone like the woman told him to. He stroked the side of Kurt's face, staying as far as possible from the bruising lump on his temple. He bent down, pressing his lips to the top of Kurt's head mumbling a barely audible into his ear over and over again.

The door burst open, and Blaine hung up, throwing the phone aside.

Blaine ran the fingers of his left hand through his hair, the other ones drumming furiously on the armrest of the chair. He pressed the call button on his phone for the hundredth time, standing to pace back and forth between the chairs. It rang a couple of times, and then-

"You've reached Hummel Auto, we're sorry we can't get to-" Blaine groaned, pressing the red button on his phone and calling again.

"You've reached Hummel Auto, we're sorry we can't get to-" With a frustrated shout, Blaine shoved the phone into his pocket, wondering why the hell Burt wasn't picking up. Was it really that loud in the shop today? He grabbed his jacket, storming out of the hospital and hopping into his car. His veins were still coursing with the adrenaline of trying to find someone who would be capable of finding out what was going on with Kurt. They wouldn't tell him, despite the fact that they were boyfriends.

Blaine pulled into the parking lot of the Hummel's Auto Repair shop five minutes later, jumping out of his Prius and going straight into the shop. Linda, the young college student hired to work the front desk, smiled.

"How can I help you, Blaine?" she asked. Blaine pointed to the door with a sign that said 'Employees Only Beyond This Point', and raised a worried eyebrow.

"I need to talk to Mr. Hummel." Linda nodded, going back to her magazine. Blaine ran into the garage, his eyes skimming around looking for Kurt's dad. "Mr. Hummel?" He called over the sound of machinery. The high pitched shrilling stopped, and Blaine saw a man wheel out from underneath a red truck. Burt. He sighed with relief.

"Oh, Blaine, what's up buddy?" Burt stood, brushing his hands off on his overalls. He looked up and paused at the sight of Blaine- eyes bloodshot, cheeks glistening with tears. "Blaine? Is Kurt all right?" Blaine bit his lip and shook his head.

"No, he slipped and fell and hit his head and I called an ambulance and they won't tell me anything and I tried calling you and you wouldn't pick up and-" Burt walked past Blaine, grabbing a towel from off a wrack. He wiped the black oil off of his face and hands.

"Come on, let's go. I'm closing down the shop- which hospital is he at?"

"Lima Memorial." The two ran out. Burt paused for a moment in the shop to send Linda home and to lock up while Blaine revved up his car and started driving back to the hospital.

It was all he could do to stay under the speed limit.

Okay so for those who just started reading, bear with me throughout the rest- because there will be some major inconsistencies, because I'm re-writing the story chapter by chapter. So, thanks in advance for understanding.