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The tension in the air is palpable as both glee clubs get to the end of the song. Kurt sings his lines, standing in front of the Warblers, some who he already knew from last year, and Sebastian.
He stares into his eyes and watches him closely, untrusting, as they both continue their hastily made choreography. Even though he knows Blaine doesn't mind him, there's something sneaky about his smile that he can't shake off since the day they met at the Lima Bean.
It's somehow to his absolute surprise that, with the final words of the song, Sebastian rushes to a stop, swings a red slushie forward towards him, and Kurt stops like a deer in the headlights, before being shoved aside.
And then he hears a thud.
Blaine is on the ground, suddenly, and when Kurt is finally able to move, he hears Blaine's urgent groan.
"Blaine!" Kurt kneels down next to his boyfriend, hands hovering over him, pulling his slushie covered hair back, trying to look him over and see what's wrong, but not trusting himself enough to actually touch him. The way Blaine threw himself in front of him, he had probably hit the ground hard. And, judging by the way he wasn’t moving, he had.
The Warblers leave swiftly, some of them glancing back. Kurt knows the other New Directions are yelling, and Puck and Santana are running after them, but he can't pay attention to that. Not now. Not when Blaine is fallen on the ground, with his face scrunched up in a pained grimace and his eyes closed tightly.
"... Ha- ow ..." Blaine gasps, eyes closed in a grimace, clutching his right arm against his chest.
Some of the others come closer too, hovering over the both of them. "Blaine! Are you okay?" Rachel asks.
Blaine tenses his eyes, squinting as he tries to see through the thick red slushie syrup, but there’s a lot of crushed ice in pieces all over his face. And, alarmingly, when he tries to open his eyes, he lets out a scream.
When Kurt leans closer, he’s able to distinguish the red slushie that pools over Blaine’s right eye, from blood.
“What the-”
“There’s… something, in my eye, I can’t...-” Blaine breathes out.
Kurt looks back and forth between Blaine’s eye and the slushie on the floor around him. Slushies don’t cause this kind of damage. He knows that first hand.
"That's blood!” Mercedes exclaims, for no one in particular, and sure enough, if Kurt looks closely, he’s able to distinguish the bright red syrup of the slushie mixing together with a deeper red, pooling inside Blaine’s eye, spilling onto his cheek.
“Is he bleeding from his eye?? What the fuck kind of slushie does that?!” Puck asks, his hands curling into fists.
The commotion continues around them, his friends moving around and shouting things he only vaguely hears, and Kurt finds himself sort of lost on what to do for a moment. He looks down again, at Blaine, trying to breathe through the pain, and sobers up. With his handkerchief, he gently wipes away Blaine’s cheeks, and tries to get a closer look at the damage.
"It was that rich boy!" Santana returns, seething, fists closed in rage. "And he was going for Kurt!"
"Should I call 911...?" Finn asks, unsure.
Blaine is breathing irregularly, trying to silence a sob. He's not moving his right arm at all, instead just holding it with the left, over his shoulder, and he’s keeping his eyes closed tightly. He leans into Kurt as he rubs his back. “Kurt-”, he gasps, his voice breaking, and Kurt sees more red trickling down his face.
"No, but we gotta take him to a hospital," Kurt answers, turning away for a moment. "Finn, can we-"
"Yeah, let's go," Finn understands immediately, and motions at Rachel to give him his car keys. "You need help moving him?"
Kurt takes a deep breath. He doesn't know. Blaine is small compared to him, so it should be easy? Kurt knows from experience he can carry him on his own, piggyback and bridal style. But right now, Blaine is hunched over on the ground and hurt, and Kurt is afraid that if he so much as touches him, he'll break. So yes. "I might... Just to get him off the ground."
Finn nods. "Hey, hey, Blaine. Come on, we gotta get you to the doctor, yeah? Can you get up?" He asks gently, his voice wavering, and urgency showing through.
Blaine nods quickly, and, keeping his right arm close to his chest, uses his left to prop himself up with Finn’s help. When he stumbles forward, Kurt steadies him. "Put your arm around my neck and lean on me, okay?" Blaine obeys, and they manage to get to the backseat of Finn's car.
The others follow them there like a small procession, looking for something they could help at, but to no avail. Blaine needs a hospital and there's nothing more they can do.
"Let us know when you get to the hospital, and how Blaine is doing," Mercedes asks.
"Of course," Finn promises, helping Kurt and Blaine in.
"I'll call you guys when we know anything," Rachel adds.
*
Already inside, Finn starts driving. He and Rachel mutter about how disgusting the Warblers' behavior was, but Kurt tunes them out. There will be time for that. Right now, he's much more worried about Blaine.
Blaine leans back against the car seat, with his head back and eyes closed, eyebrows pinching together in pain, still pressing one hand to his shoulder. His breathing is a bit more controlled, but more forced, like when he’s doing his breathing exercises to calm down. Kurt scoots over to him, and rubs his thigh.
"It’s okay, Blaine, it’s not much longer ‘till we’re at the hospital.."
“Kurt, I can’t - I can’t open my eye… What if I - what if I’m...”
“Just, just take a deep breath, yeah? Did you hurt your arm as well?”
Blaine grimaces. "My shoulder… and my wrist. I fell on it. I-It hurts a lot..." He gasps. "I feel sick too."
Kurt tries not to think about it too much, but he knows nausea is a very common symptom of bone fractures. "Can I see it? You fell on your hand, right?"
"Yeah," Blaine nods. He moves his right arm towards Kurt, whimpering when it seems to pull on his shoulder. "Easy, easy... just let me have a look," Kurt reassures, taking Baline's wrist in his hand, and carefully pushing back the jacket sleeve.
Blaine's wrist lays at an odd angle, swollen and starting to bruise. "H-How bad is it...?" Blaine asks, his eyes still closed.
"Uhhh.. don't - don't open your eyes," Kurt pleads, putting the jacket sleeve over it again.
"Hey Kurt...?" Finn asks from the front, "how's it looking?"
Kurt glances between Blaine, Finn, and Blaine's arm, and then leans forward towards Finn.. "I think his wrist might be broken...", he mutters.
Blaine's mouth opens in panic. " What ?!" He frantically starts to pull at his sleeve, but immediately stops, as the pain hits him like a train when his shoulder moves, and he can't help but scream.
"Blaine!!"
"Oh my God!"
"Blaine, stop moving!" Kurt squeaks, and steadies a hand on his thigh, trying to get him to stay still. Blaine sinks his head on Kurt's chest and groans, loud and long, letting out the remnants of his pained scream.
"G-God... it hurts ..."
"I know, I know... I'm sorry, we're almost there, okay?" Kurt runs his fingers through his hair gently. "Just hold on a little longer."