Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Chapter 40

The car spun round and round, not showing any signs of slowing. Kurt and Blaine were thrown about the car, as they were restrained by their seatbelts. Kurt's heart thumped in his chest as he pushed down hard on the breaks, wishing that the car would just stop. At the increased pressure on the breaks, the car suddenly began to slow. The huge boulder had been averted, and the car slowed enough to a stop. The engine switched itself off, as the car finally died on them. Heavy breathing resonated around the car, as the boys processed what had just happened. Kurt turned his head towards Blaine.

"Are…you…okay?" He asked between breaths. Blaine looked back at him and nodded. However, he was trembling violently.

"Y-yeah. You?" Kurt nodded back, but began to apologise immediately.

"I'm so sorry Blaine! I only took my eyes off the road for a second." He looked down, ashamed of himself. He had nearly brought Blaine to his death, after escaping the horrific events they had just been through. Blaine touched his arm gently.

"Hey, it's okay. It wasn't your fault, Kurt. That guy was on the wrong side of the road." Kurt regulated his breathing, as he laid his head back on the head-rest. Blaine continued to stroke Kurt's arm tenderly.

"God, why does all the shit happen to us? Can't we catch a break?" Kurt continued to breathe deeply, trying to stop the build up of a panic attack. He looked behind him, wincing as he did so, to see how far from the road they were. "Oh no. How are we supposed to get back up there?" Blaine looked behind him as well, but kept his hand on Kurt's arm.

"Uh-oh…" The ditch they had fallen into was fairly deep, and the road was situated at the top. If they even managed to turn the car around, they would have to push the car up the mound, which in itself was pretty dangerous.

"What are we going to do?" Kurt asked, eyes wide in panic. Blaine, seeing Kurt's alarm, tried to reassure him.

"Kurt, it's all right. We're just going to have to walk the rest of the way. I don't think we can shift this thing out of here."

"But, what if they catch up with us?" Blaine took Kurt's hand in his, smoothing his thumb over it.

"We'll be ok. We'll get back to Lima before they've figured out what's happened." Kurt hoped he was right.

"You're right, we can't be that far. We could find a phone booth and call my Dad." Kurt noticed a side pocket in the side of the seat, which was filled with coins. He picked out a few dollars, and placed them in his pocket. Blaine raised his eyebrows.

"Check you out, rebel. Didn't think stealing was your thing." Kurt pouted at him.

"At least I tried not to steal the car."

"Yet in a way, you did." Kurt punched him lightly on his good arm.

"Be quiet you. Come on, let's go." They left the car on their sides, and met up at the back. Blaine glanced back at the abandoned vehicle.

"You know what's ironic?" Kurt looked at him, puzzled.

"What is?" Blaine turned to him, clearly pleased with himself.

"That we're leaving the car in a ditch after all." Kurt rolled his eyes, as he pulled Blaine by the hand, back to the road.

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Thirty minutes later, the boys were staggering along the road, feeling as if they were going nowhere. The summer sun beat down on them, making them hotter and more exhausted. They hadn't eaten for about 24 hours, and had only shared a bottle of water between them, so naturally they were already lethargic. The adrenaline of the chase beginning to wear off. Blaine in particular was struggling, as the blood from the glass cuttings dripped down his arm at regular intervals. The dizziness began to increase as the pain set in. Kurt walked by his side, glancing worriedly at his boyfriend. They didn't talk much, as they focused on getting back to civilisation.

Blaine's head spun as he took each step. As Kurt spoke, his voice echoed around his mind harshly.

"Blaine, do you need to stop?" Blaine's stomach rumbled in response, as the immense hunger caught up with him. His limbs became heavier and more lethargic. He tried to shake his head, but instead started swaying on the spot.

"Blaine?"

"Kurt, I can't walk much further. It's so hot." He tried to fan himself, which caused him to overbalance. As he began to fall, Kurt caught him around the middle.

"Blaine!" He cried out as he lurched forward. Blaine continued to sag in his arms, so Kurt lay him down in the grass. Blaine looked up at him blearily.

"Kurt, it - it hurts. I just want to sleep." He gritted his teeth, but the attention wasn't drawn from the pain. He was so, so pale. Kurt didn't know what to do. They had to keep moving, but Blaine wasn't in a fit state to walk that far.

"Blaine, we've got to keep going." He stroked Blaine's forehead. "Would it help if you rested?" Blaine thought for a moment, before sadly nodding.

"If I could just lie down for a bit, I'd be all right. But we've got to get home. I don't want to slow you down." Kurt looked Blaine up and down. Blaine was smaller than him, and Kurt knew that all the dancing at Glee club had toughened him up. He was pretty strong now…

"Blaine, I need you to stand for a moment. Can you do that?" Blaine nodded.

"Yeah, ok." Kurt reached under his arms, pulling him to his feet.

"I'm going to carry you for a bit. It might not be very comfortable, but -" Blaine, who was leaning heavily on Kurt, cut him off.

"No way, you'll do your back in!"

"But Blaine, you can't walk."

"I can, I just need to try -" He attempted walking out of Kurt's arms, but he couldn't shift his entire body weight, due to his exhaustion.

"Blaine, please trust me on this. It's just until you can walk again, ok?" Blaine sighed reluctantly.

"All right, but please be careful of yourself." Kurt nodded, as he crouched down for Blaine to clamber onto his back. Blaine jumped slightly, using the little strength he had to swing his legs around Kurt's waist, and wrap his arms around his neck. Kurt stood up, pulling Blaine's legs up to secure him into place. Blaine had to say, it was a relief to have the pressure taken off his feet.

"Comfortable?" Kurt asked. Blaine, who had his chin resting on Kurt's shoulder, smiled into it.

"Very." Kurt gave a small laugh, before setting off along the road. Blaine wasn't very heavy, but Kurt could already see that he wouldn't be able to hold him for a long time.

"It's so high up here." Blaine stated. Kurt grinned.

"That, my love, is the view that normal people usually see." Kurt could feel Blaine pouting.

"I thought the hobbit jokes were over?"

"Not a chance."

"But we agreed."

"I love you, my hobbit." Immediately, Blaine's defences fell, and Kurt could feel him grinning into his shoulder. Blaine moved his head, pressing a kiss to his neck. Kurt smiled, but kept his focus on the road ahead of them. All the time they shared tender moments, both were unaware of the car speeding towards them…