It was a Friday and Kurt had meant to stay out longer. It was Axel's birthday - or one of the days Axel randomly claimed were his birthday throughout the year, anyway - and he liked the music at the cocktail bar they'd gone to. However, his mood wasn't it, not since the report on the gay-bashing the weekend prior. He couldn't handle, not today, how some of the people were making dark jokes about it, how Axel had his devil-may-care front and that air of how this kind of violence was to be expected.
Hartley was nowhere to be seen and it made him wonder. What would he do if he was Hartley? What did someone who was always as angry as Hartley do when there was an even more concrete reason to be angry? Kurt felt helpless and he wished he had any means of channelling into something productive. When he hugged Axel goodbye and went to leave and Sebastian, always a darling, gave him the advice to 'not look so gay' for his own safety, it really was just the kick he needed while down. He flipped Sebastian off and then he was out in the cool night air, hands in his pocket as he walked down the street.
As he kept on walking, he had one hand around his phone and the other around his keys. He realised that he was scared in a way he didn't want to be and it pissed him off even more. That was why he pulled his hands out of his pockets to cross his arms loosely instead. That was why he paused for a moment to take a deep breath. And that was why he heard the sounds of a fight from the alleyway near him.
"Fucking fag!"
Three of them and one man who'd just fallen down. Kurt forgot all about his phone, all about any precaution. He ran into the alley and shoved them aside, placed himself between the victim and those assholes.
"The hell is wrong with you people?!" He would never get it. On instinct, he threw a punch when one came at him, all three of the guys clearly taken aback at first. "What?! Can't take on two fags?!"
Blaine didn't usually go out this late, generally he stayed at home watching TV or gaming with Sam. There wasn't much of a incentive to go out late. Usually. Tonight, his brother was in town and they were drinking a bit, hanging out, listening to all of Ed's insane stories. By the time he had left, he was in a pretty good mood and was texting Sam about how he'd be home soon.
He hadn't expected to be jumped. They knocked his phone out of his hand before he could even think to protect it and suddenly, he was punched. He hadn't really been punched before. Or kicked. He fell and they were kicking at him. He immediately got into a protective stance so he could try to keep himself protected. He covered his head just incase.
Suddenly, someone was there, over him, shoving the guys away. Blaine didn't waste time. He stumbled to get himself off the floor and in a less vulnerable position.
Two fags? This guy was gay. This guy wanted to fight? Blaine did not want to fight, his eyes were wide and he shook his head, reaching out to try and catch the guy helping him. "Run!"
They could run. Maybe they'd be faster, they were both slight as hell.
Kurt was looking at the three men, trying to commit their faces, accents, everything about them to memory. He noticed the car behind them and tried to take note of the license plate. He didn't change out of the fighting stance, lessons his father had given him on self-defence, memories of being so sick of being bullied in high school and hours of studying stage-combat all coming to mind. If only he had a sai with him right now, he could properly scare these guys.
"You run! Get help," Kurt urged, without looking behind him. He didn't think those guys were about to let up and he didn't fancy their odds outrunning them. Instead he came at them again, knocking one down on the ground and getting into a grapple with another, while the third was looking around, backing off a step.
It was hard to run away, it was like abandoning someone who was trying to help him. It felt wrong. He retrieved his phone, hastily dialling for the police as he watched this guy take them on. He was strong. He must have been strong, they were big guys and they almost looked scared.
Blaine did back away so he could properly call for the police. When they picked up, he swiftly said his address. "They're attacking us, the licence plate is--"
"Hey!" The guy had a fucking brick in his hand and he was gesturing at Blaine. "Don't you fucking dare."
Blaine stopped, like a deer in the headlights, ignoring what the operator was saying. Before he could do anything else, the asshole launched at his protector and smacked him hard on the back of the head. Shit.
He had a split moment before the brick hit him where he looked back and realised what was about to happen. His three last thoughts came very quickly:
His dad would be so angry at him for being this reckless.
Sebastian was going to actually feel bad.
And, last but not least: That boy is kind of cute.
That boy being the victim, obviously, he had no positive thoughts about the homophobes. And then the brick hit him and he collapsed onto the ground.
"SHIT!" Panicked, the three assholes scrambled to their feet and away from them both, one of them already heading for the car.
"You are next, faggot!" They still uttered a threat, but the combination of having had someone fight back, that someone potentially being dead and the police being called made them all get into the car and drive off quickly.
Blaine was in shock for a few moments before he finally snapped out of it. "We need an ambulance, please!"
It didn't take long for the cops to come, or the ambulance. There was a bunch of people looking in and Blaine didn't like that people were gawking at the guy's unconscious body. He was crouched next to him, not sure what to do, too afraid to touch him. The paramedics came and he was pulled away as well.
Sure, he was a bit bashed and bruised but his protector was bleeding from the head. What the fuck had just happened?
The first to arrive in the hospital after news of Kurt having been bashed were Axel and Hartley. Axel was very much in the headspace of having to sort things for what he considered his baby boy, which Hartley assumed gave him some feeling of being less helpless and upset than he was. So Axel had already called Kurt's dad multiple times to keep him posted, was texting various other people and was too wrapped up in it all to even notice the boy sitting there in a chair, looking forlorn.
Blaine had gotten the first aid he needed and they were observing him, yet he had been allowed to sit here to wait for news on the person that had tried to protect him. Hartley noticed the dried blood on his hands and he approached him, having heard a bit of what had gone down from Axel.
"Hey. Are you the one that got jumped?" He looked sympathetic. "Are you all right?"
Blaine looked up at the guy across from him and then nodded his head slowly. He was still in a bit of shock, he hadn't expected anything like this to happen and it was well past his bedtime - it was just all very surreal. "Oh, yeah, that was me. I'm okay... I'm not sure if he is though."
Gesturing towards the room where Kurt was, Blaine felt another surge of anxiety. He didn't want to have caused someone's death. He knew better than to take that short cut but he was a bit tipsy and not thinking.
And this guy saved him. Kurt, apparently. He had learned that much so far. "I'm just waiting to hear if he's going to be fine."
"I'm sure he will be. He's pretty sturdy. I saw him fall from some scaffolding in rehearsals once and he just walked it off." Granted, Hartley assumed that was mostly because Sebastian had been around and Kurt would never show weakness around Sebastian, but whatever. It helped to at least pretend to think positively here.
"What's your name? I'm Hartley. I'm--" Good question. Kurt's ex's on-and-off again lover? "--friends with Kurt. That's Axel over there, he's his emergency contact."
Which explained why they were here. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"I'm Blaine Anderson. It's nice to meet you." Blaine smiled awkwardly, not sure how to feel about talking to this guy. He knew Kurt. They both did. What if they blamed him? Maybe he deserved to be blamed. He didn't help. He just watched. He could have tried to help, maybe the two of them could of stood a chance.
Or maybe they'd both have been bricked. Hard to say.
"Some guys jumped me and your friend, Kurt, he fought them off but one of the guys got a brick and hit him in the back of the head." Blaine awkwardly rubbed his hands together, unsure what else to do. "He saved me. I'm so sorry he got hurt."
"Yeah. I'm sorry too. But it's not on you, it's on the homophobic pricks that would pull a stunt like that." Hartley sighed, glancing over his shoulder back at Axel. Who, he was sure, was going to blame himself for not walking with Kurt or do something else that would require him to magically predict that this was going to happen.
"He's a fighter," Hartley tried to reassure Blaine, since Axel wouldn't hear him right now. He sat down in the chair next to Blaine and got his phone out. Navigating to Instagram, he found a specific post Axel had shared a while back. "See? He does combat training."
For stage, but still. He was pretty slick with the sword twirling and all that.
"That's pretty cool." He was a well muscled guy. Really attractive too. It felt made up to some degree, that a hot guy like that would come and rescue him - like some gay superhero. He was a really handsome man, not that it was really relevant. "He seemed pretty strong, he took the two guys on."
They even looked scared of him.
"Okay, so, update. Nothing seriously damaged but there's a hairline fracture. So it has to be treated at home or it'll just get worse. Hey, nothing life threatening. So far." Axel updated as he walked over, not really paying attention as he often did when a little overwhelmed. He finally looked and there was Hartley with some random guy. "Uh. Hi. I'm Axel. I'm Kurt's... something."
"He's Kurt's ex," Hartley explained, since that was at least somewhat more defined. He reached out for Axel's hand now, holding it without acknowledging that he was doing it. Maybe later tonight, probably after sex, he might just hold Axel and maybe Axel would be able to allow himself to break down a little. Always hard to say, there was a lot of conceal, don't feel family baggage going on there. Hartley could relate.
"This baby boy is Blaine," he explained, "He's the one they were beating on when Kurt intervened."
Also, kind of a cutie. Hartley had noticed that. "He should go in to see Kurt if we get to. Kurt would want to know he's all right."
"They're going to tell me when he wakes up, he should be able to come home in a day or two. I can call his boss." Axel was ready to make sure his boy was fine, Kurt didn't have family here so he had to be the family until his dad could get here. "And sure, I'll make sure Blaine can tag along. Nice to meet you, love the shirt."
No wonder he got bashed. He didn't want to victim blame but come on, he was dressed like a gay clown professor. He admired it, it reminded him of his friend James in some ways.
"Oh, uh, thanks. I don't want to intrude or anything. I just wanted to make sure he was okay." Blaine didn't know if he was entitled to do something like that, he didn't even know the guy. "I can't help but feel like it's my fault."
"No one in their right mind would blame you for this." Although, yes, the shirt was a choice. Whatever, though. Hartley would have done the same as Kurt. He was certain Axel would have too. Only maybe Axel would have had the sense to be the one to go for the brick first. "And, trust me. Kurt would want you to come see him."
Hartley looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "You're his type, if nothing else. Who doesn't want to wake up to a hot boy on their bedside?"
"I'm not-- I don't think --" Blaine was blushing. Blushing hard. No way did that incredibly handsome guy have a type like him. He had been pathetically single for a while now and he assumed it was down to his looks, his intensity, maybe even his very dorky interests. Grindr was not his friend. It didn't help that he was looking for love, not just sex. "I don't know."
"Aww, he is cute. Kurt will love him." Axel agreed as he watched the weird guy flail his arms and turn a funny shade of red. "You look weirdly familiar... do I know you?"
Blaine shook his head. No way. Not a chance. They probably knew Edward though.
"You do look familiar. But then, he has those leading man looks." Hartley supposed that there was a certain familiarity there. Dark and handsome and also quite cutely adorable. Which luckily kept him from being his type, so, hey. Maybe Kurt would finally find someone that could restore that romantic's idea of love. "Speaking of, if any other loud queers come by any time soon, don't be surprised if you get offers for casting calls. It's how they communicate."
"Oh, I don't perform or anything like that, not since high school. I work at a comic book store on 40th street with my best friend." Blaine explained, laughing a little. He had always wanted to be a performer but two years at NYU doing drama and his brain broke a little. He was much happier dorking out over the new issues every week and running the comic book store's social media.
A nurse called out Axel's name and he let go of Hartley's hand, heading over to go and talk to her. Blaine watched Axel curiously. So that was Kurt's ex? Yeah, no, he was not that guy's type.
"Axel works in fashion. Designer." Hartley explained, mostly because people tended to want to know that. He was very successful, after all, especially in the queer community. "A lot of Axel's friends are performers though, so. I don't know. Comic book store sounds a lot less exhausting."
At least less as if being hard of hearing would be as much of an obstacle, anyway. "I think we can go in." He got to his feet, hoping he was interpreting Axel's body language right.
"It's less pressure for sure. Maybe one day I'll think about changing it up." For now, he was very happy with what he was doing. He had a pretty nice gig and a youtube channel where he covered Broadway songs with his puppets. Which, admittedly, was a bit of a relic from his breakdown but even so, it got views.
Getting to his feet, Blaine awkwardly followed after Hartley. "Are you sure it's okay for me to come? I don't want to intrude or weird him out."
"You are too adorable to intrude," Hartley assured him, walking behind Axel and trying to see the nurse's lips so he knew what was being said. The only thing he kind of caught was 'pain medication', so that was not helpful.
They walked into the room and Hartley stepped forward right away, to wrap an arm around Axel. Kurt had definitely gotten a beating. His knuckles looked raw too, which was a sign that he had gotten those hits in himself as well. But still, the bruising and blood on his face was not a reassuring sign.
His eyes blinked open though, looking quite dramatically blue with how pale he was right now, and they focused on Axel. "Where's the dream boy?"
Hartley could not actually make out just what he was saying exactly. Kurt's speech was a little slow and his lip was swollen, making it harder to read.
Axel had to laugh and then swiftly signed the exact sentence to Hartley because he absolutely needed him to know that right away. He had an inkling who he meant. "Dream boy? I mean, you want to be more specific. Are we talking Hollywood dreamboats or obtainable guys in Buswick?"
He had to tease, it was hard to resist. He gestured over at a nervous looking Blaine. "We brought along Blaine. He's the guy you saved."
Blaine awkwardly held up his hand. "Hi. Sorry." He looked like he was in pain.
"Hi~!" That came out gayer than expected, which was saying something. Even Kurt looked a bit startled at that lilt to his own voice. However, the pain medications had kicked in too hard for him to be overly bothered by that. Or by anything. He looked at the dream boy and smiled, somewhat lop-sided on account of the swelling. "Wow. You are so handsome."
The matter of fact way of delivery there was almost as startling as the greeting had been. "Are you okay? I wanted you to be okay."
Hartley couldn't help a smirk at watching that play out, trying to understand as much as possible. He signed to Axel, jokingly. Maybe they should excuse themselves while the meet-cute finished playing out.
"Oh, thank you? You're ... you too." It seemed weird to call Kurt handsome after everything that had happened but it would be a dumb lie if he didn't at least imply it. "I'm okay, just a little bruised up. I'm really sorry you got so badly hurt. Thank you for saving me."
Which he did, he was basically a superhero. He couldn't wait to tell Sam. He also knew if he told Sam, he would not be allowed to go anywhere alone for a while.
"Kurt." Axel gently pulled his attention away from the cute boy. "You're pretty high on pain killers right now so you shouldn't be in pain until we have to leave the magic IV behind and go home."
"Home?" Kurt did hear Axel, yet he was stuck looking at Blaine still. His hair looked interesting, he wanted to feel it. He also wanted to lick his neck, so maybe it was for the best if he stayed further away from him. Was he coming home with him? When were they going? Finally, he turned to Axel, looking concerned. "I don't know what to wear to get with him."
Hartley raised his eyebrows, signing a quick sentence. He wanted to ask the nurses to get him some of this stuff.
"I mean, I usually just go shirtless with tight jeans but we all pick our own destinies." Axel teased as he came closer to where Kurt was sitting and smiled softly at him. "Alas, you're not going home for another day or two. Your dad comes tomorrow and you can just chill, okay?"
Blaine was blushing, embarrassed and yet very flattered. He didn't even know what to say, he was just watching the two of them talk and wondering if he should leave. He didn't want to embarrass the guy! "I can wait outside, if you want."
"I doubt he wants." Axel confessed with a smile, looking back at Kurt. "Am I right?"
Kurt reached out with his hand, holding it out to Blaine quite insistently. "I like looking at you. Please stay."
Maybe he could just stay here with him until his dad came? His dad was coming, that was good. "My dad will like you," he assured Blaine, as if that had been a topic of conversation.
Is your boyfriend waiting for you? "I need to subtly find out if you are single," he told Blaine, saying the wrong part out loud.
For his own amusement and the later embarrassment of Kurt, Hartley had started filming this.
"Of course, I'll stay." He came closer and took Kurt's hand, not sure what was happening but he wasn't really going to deny this man anything. He was his hero and he wanted to make him happpy. And yes, while it was very flattering, he also knew that Kurt was loopy and clearly off his head so he didn't invest too much.
It was nice though, a fun memory from a bad night,
"I'm single. It's quite tragic." Blaine confessed with a small, nervous laugh. "I find it hard to believe you're single."
"It's because I'm a romantic. No one likes that in New York." Bit of a simplified summary of his dating history now, yet Kurt felt it sufficed. Especially as his heart had started doing a weird thing ever since Blaine had taken his hand. Why did it feel so good to hold it? It felt familiar somehow. "I'm sorry they hurt you. That sucks."
It was really showing right now, what a great writer he was. The word choices, pure poetry. "You're safe with me."
It was a promise, in his head it was a vow. His head was also spinning a little, yet he did manage to focus on Blaine's face. "Wow. Your eyes are like... like pictures." Of eyes.
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Hartley was nowhere to be seen and it made him wonder. What would he do if he was Hartley? What did someone who was always as angry as Hartley do when there was an even more concrete reason to be angry? Kurt felt helpless and he wished he had any means of channelling into something productive. When he hugged Axel goodbye and went to leave and Sebastian, always a darling, gave him the advice to 'not look so gay' for his own safety, it really was just the kick he needed while down. He flipped Sebastian off and then he was out in the cool night air, hands in his pocket as he walked down the street.
As he kept on walking, he had one hand around his phone and the other around his keys. He realised that he was scared in a way he didn't want to be and it pissed him off even more. That was why he pulled his hands out of his pockets to cross his arms loosely instead. That was why he paused for a moment to take a deep breath. And that was why he heard the sounds of a fight from the alleyway near him.
"Fucking fag!"
Three of them and one man who'd just fallen down. Kurt forgot all about his phone, all about any precaution. He ran into the alley and shoved them aside, placed himself between the victim and those assholes.
"The hell is wrong with you people?!" He would never get it. On instinct, he threw a punch when one came at him, all three of the guys clearly taken aback at first. "What?! Can't take on two fags?!"
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He hadn't expected to be jumped. They knocked his phone out of his hand before he could even think to protect it and suddenly, he was punched. He hadn't really been punched before. Or kicked. He fell and they were kicking at him. He immediately got into a protective stance so he could try to keep himself protected. He covered his head just incase.
Suddenly, someone was there, over him, shoving the guys away. Blaine didn't waste time. He stumbled to get himself off the floor and in a less vulnerable position.
Two fags? This guy was gay. This guy wanted to fight? Blaine did not want to fight, his eyes were wide and he shook his head, reaching out to try and catch the guy helping him. "Run!"
They could run. Maybe they'd be faster, they were both slight as hell.
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"You run! Get help," Kurt urged, without looking behind him. He didn't think those guys were about to let up and he didn't fancy their odds outrunning them. Instead he came at them again, knocking one down on the ground and getting into a grapple with another, while the third was looking around, backing off a step.
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Blaine did back away so he could properly call for the police. When they picked up, he swiftly said his address. "They're attacking us, the licence plate is--"
"Hey!" The guy had a fucking brick in his hand and he was gesturing at Blaine. "Don't you fucking dare."
Blaine stopped, like a deer in the headlights, ignoring what the operator was saying. Before he could do anything else, the asshole launched at his protector and smacked him hard on the back of the head. Shit.
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His dad would be so angry at him for being this reckless.
Sebastian was going to actually feel bad.
And, last but not least: That boy is kind of cute.
That boy being the victim, obviously, he had no positive thoughts about the homophobes. And then the brick hit him and he collapsed onto the ground.
"SHIT!" Panicked, the three assholes scrambled to their feet and away from them both, one of them already heading for the car.
"You are next, faggot!" They still uttered a threat, but the combination of having had someone fight back, that someone potentially being dead and the police being called made them all get into the car and drive off quickly.
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It didn't take long for the cops to come, or the ambulance. There was a bunch of people looking in and Blaine didn't like that people were gawking at the guy's unconscious body. He was crouched next to him, not sure what to do, too afraid to touch him. The paramedics came and he was pulled away as well.
Sure, he was a bit bashed and bruised but his protector was bleeding from the head. What the fuck had just happened?
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Blaine had gotten the first aid he needed and they were observing him, yet he had been allowed to sit here to wait for news on the person that had tried to protect him. Hartley noticed the dried blood on his hands and he approached him, having heard a bit of what had gone down from Axel.
"Hey. Are you the one that got jumped?" He looked sympathetic. "Are you all right?"
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Gesturing towards the room where Kurt was, Blaine felt another surge of anxiety. He didn't want to have caused someone's death. He knew better than to take that short cut but he was a bit tipsy and not thinking.
And this guy saved him. Kurt, apparently. He had learned that much so far. "I'm just waiting to hear if he's going to be fine."
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"What's your name? I'm Hartley. I'm--" Good question. Kurt's ex's on-and-off again lover? "--friends with Kurt. That's Axel over there, he's his emergency contact."
Which explained why they were here. "Can you tell me what happened?"
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Or maybe they'd both have been bricked. Hard to say.
"Some guys jumped me and your friend, Kurt, he fought them off but one of the guys got a brick and hit him in the back of the head." Blaine awkwardly rubbed his hands together, unsure what else to do. "He saved me. I'm so sorry he got hurt."
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"He's a fighter," Hartley tried to reassure Blaine, since Axel wouldn't hear him right now. He sat down in the chair next to Blaine and got his phone out. Navigating to Instagram, he found a specific post Axel had shared a while back. "See? He does combat training."
For stage, but still. He was pretty slick with the sword twirling and all that.
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They even looked scared of him.
"Okay, so, update. Nothing seriously damaged but there's a hairline fracture. So it has to be treated at home or it'll just get worse. Hey, nothing life threatening. So far." Axel updated as he walked over, not really paying attention as he often did when a little overwhelmed. He finally looked and there was Hartley with some random guy. "Uh. Hi. I'm Axel. I'm Kurt's... something."
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"This baby boy is Blaine," he explained, "He's the one they were beating on when Kurt intervened."
Also, kind of a cutie. Hartley had noticed that. "He should go in to see Kurt if we get to. Kurt would want to know he's all right."
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No wonder he got bashed. He didn't want to victim blame but come on, he was dressed like a gay clown professor. He admired it, it reminded him of his friend James in some ways.
"Oh, uh, thanks. I don't want to intrude or anything. I just wanted to make sure he was okay." Blaine didn't know if he was entitled to do something like that, he didn't even know the guy. "I can't help but feel like it's my fault."
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Hartley looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "You're his type, if nothing else. Who doesn't want to wake up to a hot boy on their bedside?"
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"Aww, he is cute. Kurt will love him." Axel agreed as he watched the weird guy flail his arms and turn a funny shade of red. "You look weirdly familiar... do I know you?"
Blaine shook his head. No way. Not a chance. They probably knew Edward though.
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With attractive people, anyway.
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A nurse called out Axel's name and he let go of Hartley's hand, heading over to go and talk to her. Blaine watched Axel curiously. So that was Kurt's ex? Yeah, no, he was not that guy's type.
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At least less as if being hard of hearing would be as much of an obstacle, anyway. "I think we can go in." He got to his feet, hoping he was interpreting Axel's body language right.
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Getting to his feet, Blaine awkwardly followed after Hartley. "Are you sure it's okay for me to come? I don't want to intrude or weird him out."
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They walked into the room and Hartley stepped forward right away, to wrap an arm around Axel. Kurt had definitely gotten a beating. His knuckles looked raw too, which was a sign that he had gotten those hits in himself as well. But still, the bruising and blood on his face was not a reassuring sign.
His eyes blinked open though, looking quite dramatically blue with how pale he was right now, and they focused on Axel. "Where's the dream boy?"
Hartley could not actually make out just what he was saying exactly. Kurt's speech was a little slow and his lip was swollen, making it harder to read.
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He had to tease, it was hard to resist. He gestured over at a nervous looking Blaine. "We brought along Blaine. He's the guy you saved."
Blaine awkwardly held up his hand. "Hi. Sorry." He looked like he was in pain.
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The matter of fact way of delivery there was almost as startling as the greeting had been. "Are you okay? I wanted you to be okay."
Hartley couldn't help a smirk at watching that play out, trying to understand as much as possible. He signed to Axel, jokingly. Maybe they should excuse themselves while the meet-cute finished playing out.
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Which he did, he was basically a superhero. He couldn't wait to tell Sam. He also knew if he told Sam, he would not be allowed to go anywhere alone for a while.
"Kurt." Axel gently pulled his attention away from the cute boy. "You're pretty high on pain killers right now so you shouldn't be in pain until we have to leave the magic IV behind and go home."
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Hartley raised his eyebrows, signing a quick sentence. He wanted to ask the nurses to get him some of this stuff.
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Blaine was blushing, embarrassed and yet very flattered. He didn't even know what to say, he was just watching the two of them talk and wondering if he should leave. He didn't want to embarrass the guy! "I can wait outside, if you want."
"I doubt he wants." Axel confessed with a smile, looking back at Kurt. "Am I right?"
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Maybe he could just stay here with him until his dad came? His dad was coming, that was good. "My dad will like you," he assured Blaine, as if that had been a topic of conversation.
Is your boyfriend waiting for you? "I need to subtly find out if you are single," he told Blaine, saying the wrong part out loud.
For his own amusement and the later embarrassment of Kurt, Hartley had started filming this.
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It was nice though, a fun memory from a bad night,
"I'm single. It's quite tragic." Blaine confessed with a small, nervous laugh. "I find it hard to believe you're single."
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It was really showing right now, what a great writer he was. The word choices, pure poetry. "You're safe with me."
It was a promise, in his head it was a vow. His head was also spinning a little, yet he did manage to focus on Blaine's face. "Wow. Your eyes are like... like pictures." Of eyes.