kurt.

Kurt would laugh given another situation Blaine was fumbling around his much, but he couldn’t think of one comment to make none the less bring up a chuckle. When the door was left cracked open Kurt went ahead and shut it while Blaine made his way around. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip – surprisingly not swollen, thanks to there only been two blows to the head in the haste – instead of biting it. “Not home.” He looked out the windshield, eventually at some of the drops of water running down it. Kurt shrugged. “No where else to go.” The only people he might trust with this were few, his last resort would have been Finn if not for home meaning parents, and he didn’t know where the two others lived. He has no doubt none of them would be helpful other than warming him up and keeping their mouths shut but that’s probably all he can ask for right now. Great.

He wants to ask why go through the trouble, but instead he fumbles.  “Yours.  I don’t… There’s no where else.”  He spared another glanced to Blaine then.  With a heavy sigh, Kurt drew his knees to his chest and raked a hand through his hair.  He’d say more, but only opens and closes his mouth a few times silently.

Nowhere else to go?  The idea that Kurt had no one to rely on other than a stranger who bought him coffee and parents he’d rather be avoiding for obvious reasons right now made Blaine’s stomach sink.  He wasn’t going to sit there and analyze why he’d have such a reaction for someone he barely knew, however.  They had a long ride ahead of them of Kurt was going with him to Westerville.  A pit stop halfway at a convenience store would get Kurt what he needed to make due.  There was nothing in the car but some Tylenol in the glove compartment would have to do until they got home.  “Mine then.  But you need to settle in. Try to relax.  Get rest because have a drive ahead.  I’ll make sure you get home whenever you want.  There’s some pills in the glove box.  I don’t have anything to wash them down with but if you hurt bad enough?  I guess you won’t really care.” He smiled apologetically anyway.  Dry pills weren’t the most tasty but they’d take the edge off any pain Kurt might be feeling.

The store was a thirty minute drive by the speed Blaine was driving–thankfully no cops because explaining a ticket to his parents would not be appreciated.  Even if he left out he was doing it because there was a beat up guy in his car.  Blaine was in and out in a rush carrying two boxes of antiseptic hand wipes, some Gatorade in the flavor mint green–they all tasted the same. Crackers, donuts and other items he hastily snatched.  All of them were placed on Kurt’s lap in a plastic bag. “I got whatever. Probably some things that make no sense too.”  Deft fingers flicked the overhead light on.  He rustled through the bag grabbing the wipes and turned to face Kurt motioning him near.  “Come here a second.  Please?”