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.

Unlike his parents most of the time?  His aunt and uncle that he stayed with for the weekend were home.  Showing up in the late evening with a broken and battered boy who looked like Kurt wouldn’t go over well.  

He knew his mom was due back today and if she made it? After the drive it’d take to get back to Westerville–she’d be long asleep and there wouldn’t be any waking her up.  Blaine couldn’t take his concerned gaze off Kurt’s profile as he tried to think of the possibilities they had–checking out each bruise that he could see from his hands up wishing he had the power to fix him right then and there so he wouldn’t be hurting anymore.  Because? Even if Kurt was trying to pass himself off as being okay–he had to be in pain.  A heavy sigh warmed the air and Blaine nodded.  Left with no other way out?  Kurt was coming home with him.  With either a blessing of an empty house and an apology voicemail on his phone–there was none, he’d have noticed–or the magic of Ambien?  It was their safest and least possibility for him getting caught option.

“Sure.  We can go to my house.  Did they hurt your head?  Do I need to keep you awake?  Or can you get some sleep,” he asked as he finally forced himself to focus on driving and steered onto the street leading towards the highway. They could stop at a convenience store along the way and he’d be able to get him a drink, some aspirin and a few other things to make him more comfortable.  That was a lot of questions but they were sort of necessary and if they were going to spend that much time together in the car?  Sitting in silence trying to figure out what the hell happened to him or how worried he had to be besides what he could see for himself was only going to make this situation even more awkward.