kurt.

He couldn’t bring himself to do anything but accept the help. He’s been out here for a while he’s pretty sure, he can walk to the car just fine but when Blaine gave him something to lean on he didn’t protest.  He did however worry about his aches that seemed to be just about everywhere – even if it only felt that way – being pressed on if he actually accepted that help.  It wasn’t far.  He didn’t realize how cold he was until sitting down and at that point it was a miracle he wasn’t shaking in his boots.  A small smile tugged at the corner of Kurt’s lips just briefly when during all of this, he felt bad for his boots being twice as scuffed up as they were before.  Incredible.  Blaine returned with a shirt then, and Kurt hesitated a moment before setting it on his lap and pulling off his own.  He put the t-shirt on quickly to avoid the cold as much as possible.  For his own dignity he’d pretend he didn’t wince at the movement.

All in all his stomach was worst, shoulders and upper back not too happy either but between those and his elbows down he’s not sure.  He’d actually care to figure out later but right now he just knows that those places ache – brick wall, shoulder scraped, didn’t fall–hair pulled, hit the ground, stop thinking, when will he stop kicking already, stop – and generally why.  He pointlessly tried to cover his forearms – makeshift shields doubling as landing gear, and handles for the man – and look at anything other than himself so he looked towards Blaine again.  Another dry swallow before he spoke.  “…You’re soaked too.”

Blaine sat on his haunches beside the car like he was protectively waiting for Kurt to get comfortable.  He was glad that he took the shirt to use fit just wanting to make Kurt feel somewhat better.  Though completely okay was going to be far off by the looks of him. If he could help?  Giving him a shirt and a dry place to sit was the least he could do.  When Kurt pulled his shirt off and revealed the damage to the rest of his body?  His blood ran cold before he quickly averted his gaze to the floorboard of his car trying to give Kurt privacy until he was covered up and hide a flare of perhaps oddly risen anger for a near stranger to have that much hurt inflicted upon them.  Once again he found himself asking who could do something so awful to someone else.

Jarred back at the sound of Kurt’s voice–Blaine jerked his attention up and blinked a couple times.  Right!  He’d dropped his soggy mess of a newspaper once he took hold of Kurt.  But he was already getting drenched before that.  Now?  Squatting in the drizzling rain?  His hair was plastered to his forehead and his clothes were dripping wet.  “Oh.  Oh,” he batted at the air biting the corner of a sheepish grin before he stood up.  “I’ll–uh–one second.”  A delicate pull closed Kurt’s door until it was an inch or so away from begin shut completely–he’d let Kurt do that if he chose.  Blaine hurridely crossed in front of the car to the driver’s side.  “Guess I could warm us both up instead of sitting out there like an idiot,” he embarrassedly laughed after starting up the car and shutting his door.  “I–um.  Do you want to go home?  Or–do you have a place to go? You can come with me and we can put you in better shape before you go home.  But I live a ways away.  Whatever you decide–I just–I want to make sure you’re going to be okay.”