Kurt contemplated the woman nearby, taking a step closer as he watched her in concern. He had just been passing, but she looked like she needed help. "Are you okay? Do you need help? You're not going to throw up, are you? Because this is Ralph Lauren," he added, waving his hand elaborately in front of his chest at his new jacket.
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Buffy held her stomach, not sure if throwing up really was about to be on the menu or not, but she looked at the jacket he wore and whimpered. It was seriously too good for her to throw up on. "No, I don't think so. But you look amazing in that, by the way. Really, really suits you... But no, I don't think I am okay."
She seemed to be bleeding and for a moment, Kurt sort of just hovered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he contemplated what he should do. His grip on the strap of his shoulder bag tightened, and a for a moment, he wished Blaine was here. Blaine would be all calm and collected, and know exactly what to do without his first thought being a designer jacket.
He held his hand out for her. "Do you need an ambulance? I have a cell, I can call one. I also know CPR. I aced that class, much to the horror of all the straight guys in the room, but screw them sideways." Now he was rambling, which meant he was nervous. "But you seem to be breathing okay..."
Buffy touched a hand to her head as she started to feel the warm trickle of blood trail down the side of her face and winced as the shock started to wear off and she could feel the throbbing pain. It was oddly comforting to be in the company of another rambler, but she really hadn't meant to freak the poor guy out.
She just couldn't remember what had happened other than one minute she'd been upright and kicking some vamp's ass and the next there'd been spots and possibly little cartoon birds. "Maybe an ambulance isn't such a bad idea. I'm not sure I need CPR just yet, but at least I managed to be found by the right person. And hey, who needs straight guys? They're just built to be pains in the ass." She smirked a little at her choice of wording. So the head wound wasn't completely responsible for her speech. "I'm really sorry about this, I don't usually bleed around random strangers."
"Actually, I think that's a gay metaphor," Kurt joked back, but his voice was shaking and uncertain. Actually, probably a good thing Blaine wasn't here considering he had a phobia of blood.
He flicked the buckle on his bag and dug around inside it to pull out a small pack of Kleenex he always kept in case of emergencies. He pulled some of them out and stepped closer to her, trying to figure out exactly where the bleeding was. There was more hesitation before he careful, with his fingertips, pressed the tissues to the wound. "You don't have, like, herpes or anything, right? I mean that in the nicest possible way. It's just, I have a boyfriend, and he really won't want to make out with me if I start sprouting strange boils in strange places..."
Buffy wanted to shake her head but she stayed still as the guy started to try and help stop the bleeding. Instead she just offered a small smile. "I'm clean, promise. Safe sex and no public toilets. I'm all about being careful. Except for, you know... head wounds. I'm Buffy by the way. And thanks for being my knight in Ralph Lauren."
Kurt gave her the rest of the tissues to hold as he kept the others pressed to her head. "I'm Kurt. Did someone attack you? Maybe we should call the police? Do you feel okay? I'm really not a nurse or anything. Actually, I'm just a school kid. And a singer. I'm a really talented singer, but I don't think that will help you right now. Neither will a makeover, which I'm also very talented with."
He caught the corner of his lip between his teeth. "I'm sorry I can't do anymore. I'll call that ambulance. Unless you have a doctor nearby? Maybe I should ask if anyone is a doctor? You know, like the do in the movies on planes and stuff."
Buffy just gazed at him for a moment, silently thanking her Slayer healing for the fact she probably wasn't about to go cross-eyed or faint on Kurt. She'd had the blackout period and now she was just in the painfully aware of the fact she was bleeding in a public place. The embarrassment was sure to kick in, and she was grateful to have the tissues to hang onto so she wasn't just standing there like an idiot. "Well, you could sing to keep my mind off how stupid I feel right now. And no, please don't call the police. It was nothing. I mean, it was something, but it really shouldn't be turned into a bigger something." She blinked, and then scrunched up her nose with interest as she smiled. "You do makeovers?"
"I don't exactly travel with a doctor, so no... Not carrying one in my pocket or anything." She laughed softly before reaching out to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing enough. You're actually pretty good at this. But hey, if you want to try shouting for a doctor... go right ahead. Just make sure he's a cutie."
Kurt nodded, watching as the tissues turned from white to a dark red. "I, um... I think you might need stitches. Did you want me to call an ambulance, or I can drive you to the ER. My car is just out in the parking lot. I can if you want. I mean, I'm not that keen on hospitals, but I really don't mind. It doesn't seem to want to stop bleeding. I could offer to give you a makeover, but head wound isn't in this season."
"This time three months ago, I would be all over that, but I'm taken now and my boyfriend is gorgeous. And talented, and sweet, and funny, and he loves me. He, like, actually said it, and I said it back..." He trailed off into his happy place for a moment, a sappy smile appearing on his lips. He blinked out of his daze and nodded again. "But, um... sing. I can sing." He drew a breath and then started a rendition of 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton, dancing a little on the spot to the beat in his head.
"Are you sure? Because I don't want to get blood all over your car. You've been so nice to me, bleeding on your things just seems rude." She couldn't help but agree though, there really was a lot of blood. This would take a few days to get over at least. "But... stitches does kinda sound like a plan right now."
Buffy smiled at the change in him, watching the way his face lit up. "Wow, congrats. That's pretty cool. He's a lucky guy. In which case, we'll make sure the cutie doctor is straight and I'll be all over him," she joked. Then she started to hum along to the song, her smile staying in place.
Kurt nodded and paused in his singing. "I'll take you. It's okay, my dad's a mechanic and he has super car cleaning things at the workshop. It will be okay once he knows it wasn't my blood. That could get really messy, and possibly homicidal. He's a little overprotective," he admitted, searching around in his bag for his car keys. He pulled the out, triumphantly holding them up and then spotted the keyring with the picture of him and Blaine at prom there. "Oh, look! This is Blaine. We danced together at prom."
"I'm praying for you that we get a cute doctor at the ER. Straight, and hopefully not married or celibate. What songs do you like? I take requests," he offered.
Buffy took the keyring, squinting as she focused on the photo. "Ooh, definitely a grade A hottie. You two are adorable together. And nothing wrong with overprotective parents. At least he cares enough to be overprotective. I'll even write you a note proving that it wasn't your blood if you want."
"I greatly appreciate any powers of prayer you can offer to make sure it happens." She thought for a moment before raising her eyebrow on the side of her face not covered in blood. "Know anything from Grease?"
Kurt looked at the photo, that awed smile back. "He's gorgeous. Even better than that in the flesh. And he's so talented. He's better than me. Well, it's just Dad and me, so he always needs to know I'm okay. He gets a little scary when he's protecting me. But it's okay, you need stitches, I'll take you. Come on," he urged, tipping his head in the direction of the parking lot. "You're okay to walk, right? We can go slow."
He scrunched his nose up and shook his head. "I can worship through song, but no prayers. I don't believe in God." He bounced on the spot a little with a grin. "Oh my god, I love Grease! I have been trying to get Mr Schue to do songs from that FOREVER, but he just won't listen. He never does." He started snapping his fingers to the beat of Summer Lovin' and started to sing the guy's part, and then pointed to her to take Sandy's.
"It was me and my mom for a while. I know it feels," she offered as she smiled a little sadly. "Better in the flesh is nearly always a huge bonus. You really did get lucky, didn't you? How did you two meet?" She nodded before it made her see spots, and she held his arm as gently as she could to steady the world around them before Buffy started to walk.
She offered a wry smile. "Figure of speech. If it makes you feel any better, I'm the same. Who's Mr Schue? He should listen to you, you clearly have awesome taste." Buffy looked terrified for a moment before she started to sing. She didn't have the greatest of voices, but she liked to think she did alright.
Kurt nodded a little as they walked. "My mom died when I was nine. She had cancer. Dad did the best he could, but it was hard. We're basically chalk and cheese. He's a mechanic who likes sports, Ice Road Truckers and Mellencamp, and I'm gay and like dancing in spandex to Beyonce and Lady Gaga with my favourite movie as Sound of Music. But he's my hero. When I nearly lost him earlier in the year, I thought my world was going to die. How did I meet Blaine? I infiltrated his private school to spy. He was the first person I spoke to there and... I basically had an instant crush. It was quite pathetic, really."
"Really? My friends don't really understand that I don't believe, but I just don't... can't... but I learnt to respect those who do," he admitted. "He's our music teacher for Glee Club. We just came back from Nationals in New York, but we lost. He's very blinkered on song choice."
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He held his hand out for her. "Do you need an ambulance? I have a cell, I can call one. I also know CPR. I aced that class, much to the horror of all the straight guys in the room, but screw them sideways." Now he was rambling, which meant he was nervous. "But you seem to be breathing okay..."
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She just couldn't remember what had happened other than one minute she'd been upright and kicking some vamp's ass and the next there'd been spots and possibly little cartoon birds. "Maybe an ambulance isn't such a bad idea. I'm not sure I need CPR just yet, but at least I managed to be found by the right person. And hey, who needs straight guys? They're just built to be pains in the ass." She smirked a little at her choice of wording. So the head wound wasn't completely responsible for her speech. "I'm really sorry about this, I don't usually bleed around random strangers."
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He flicked the buckle on his bag and dug around inside it to pull out a small pack of Kleenex he always kept in case of emergencies. He pulled some of them out and stepped closer to her, trying to figure out exactly where the bleeding was. There was more hesitation before he careful, with his fingertips, pressed the tissues to the wound. "You don't have, like, herpes or anything, right? I mean that in the nicest possible way. It's just, I have a boyfriend, and he really won't want to make out with me if I start sprouting strange boils in strange places..."
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He caught the corner of his lip between his teeth. "I'm sorry I can't do anymore. I'll call that ambulance. Unless you have a doctor nearby? Maybe I should ask if anyone is a doctor? You know, like the do in the movies on planes and stuff."
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"I don't exactly travel with a doctor, so no... Not carrying one in my pocket or anything." She laughed softly before reaching out to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing enough. You're actually pretty good at this. But hey, if you want to try shouting for a doctor... go right ahead. Just make sure he's a cutie."
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"This time three months ago, I would be all over that, but I'm taken now and my boyfriend is gorgeous. And talented, and sweet, and funny, and he loves me. He, like, actually said it, and I said it back..." He trailed off into his happy place for a moment, a sappy smile appearing on his lips. He blinked out of his daze and nodded again. "But, um... sing. I can sing." He drew a breath and then started a rendition of 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton, dancing a little on the spot to the beat in his head.
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Buffy smiled at the change in him, watching the way his face lit up. "Wow, congrats. That's pretty cool. He's a lucky guy. In which case, we'll make sure the cutie doctor is straight and I'll be all over him," she joked. Then she started to hum along to the song, her smile staying in place.
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"I'm praying for you that we get a cute doctor at the ER. Straight, and hopefully not married or celibate. What songs do you like? I take requests," he offered.
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"I greatly appreciate any powers of prayer you can offer to make sure it happens." She thought for a moment before raising her eyebrow on the side of her face not covered in blood. "Know anything from Grease?"
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He scrunched his nose up and shook his head. "I can worship through song, but no prayers. I don't believe in God." He bounced on the spot a little with a grin. "Oh my god, I love Grease! I have been trying to get Mr Schue to do songs from that FOREVER, but he just won't listen. He never does." He started snapping his fingers to the beat of Summer Lovin' and started to sing the guy's part, and then pointed to her to take Sandy's.
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She offered a wry smile. "Figure of speech. If it makes you feel any better, I'm the same. Who's Mr Schue? He should listen to you, you clearly have awesome taste." Buffy looked terrified for a moment before she started to sing. She didn't have the greatest of voices, but she liked to think she did alright.
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"Really? My friends don't really understand that I don't believe, but I just don't... can't... but I learnt to respect those who do," he admitted. "He's our music teacher for Glee Club. We just came back from Nationals in New York, but we lost. He's very blinkered on song choice."
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