kurt.

If he could sleep, he would have.  He was certainly tired enough for it, but his eyes were locked onto the rain running down the windows.  The drive was both faster and shorter than he realized.

Blaine’s voice pulled him from his head, making him tense for a moment.  “Pissed off the wrong person.”  He mumbled, speaking up when continuing.  “I don’t owe anyone money if that’s what you’re worried about..  I have an attitude problem, if you can’t tell. Maybe I fucked someone’s kid brother, I don’t know..  Ticked this guy off, he sent a couple of goons sent after me.”  His throat hurts now.  “Sorry.”  He wiped a hand down his face.

Blaine listened to the explanation and couldn’t stop his fingers from tightening on the steering wheel at the idea a ‘couple of goons’ had to attack someone like Kurt.  One was enough.  More than.  To think two people had to hurt him to get a message across?  The was even more horrible.  It was luck that he wasn’t hurt worse.  Why the tensing reaction to a practical stranger being beat up?  It didn’t matter who Kurt was.  No one deserved that kind of assault.

He tried to smile at the attitude problem comment and ignore the rest as best he could.  “Yeah. I sort of tuned into that idea the first time we met.  You having an attitude problem I mean,” Kurt was shot a grin and a measuring glance that had the twist of his lips flattening out before Blaine cleared his throat and focused on the road instead.  “There’s no reason to apologize.  I’m just glad you’re alright.  For the most part.  By the sounds of it?  It could have ended a lot worse. Sorry the drive is taking so long.  Do you think he’s made his peace now?”  Okay–he tried to ignore it and failed.  At least he gave it a shot?