[PHONE CALL] "I see the bad moon arising. I see trouble on the way."
Who: singslikeagirl with finninator and Blaine's Uncle
What: Bad news cometh
Where: Lima General Hospital to Hummel Residence
When: Around 2am, 5th July
Episode: Between seasons
Rating: PG
All Kurt could do was wake up with a soft annoyed but muffled moan when he felt someone shaking him out of a deep sleep. It was reflexive to try and smack the hand away, but it was relentless and now coupled with a hushed, "Kurt!" breaking through his groggy mind. It was dark and he finally cracked his eyes open slightly when they felt puffy and scratchy from being roused from a deep sleep. Probably filled with very sweet dreams about his boyfriend and running off into the sunset together. "Kurt, you gotta wake up, dude. Your phone keeps ringing."
"Doesn't... woulda heard it..." Kurt growled huskily in protest, realising it was Finn waking him up. He blearily looked at the illuminated digital clock by the bed, face still scrunched up with squinted eyes. God, he was tired. "Finn, goddamnit! It's nearly friggen' two am! Get lost, leave me alone!" He gave Finn's arm a shove to try and get rid of him, never being a charming person when he was woken prematurely. He was just about to roll over to go back to sleep when, as Finn warned him, his phone started to ring in Finn's hand from where his brother had been trying to get him to take it. Kurt nearly crapped himself when RESPECT started blaring out of the small handset, but it was his generic ringtone so it wasn't a familiar number. He crankily snatched for it to answer. "If this is a wrong number, you're dead," he snapped.
"Kurt?"
Kurt blinked hazily when the called knew his name and he glanced up at Finn uncertaintly. "Who is this?"
"It's Jason Anderson. I'm Blaine's uncle. Is this Kurt?"
Blaine's uncle? The one staying with Blaine? At two am. That's when Kurt's stomach was suddenly and abruptly lodged up tightly into his throat and gasp fell from his lips. "Yeah, I-- B-Blaine's uncle? I... has something happened? Is he okay?" It was just a little too early for a social call from the uncle to introduce himself, right? Even if Blaine said the guy stayed up late hours to watch online porn.
"Kurt, I... Blaine talks about you so much, I thought I should call you straight away. I got your number from his cell, I hope you don't mind, but he's... Kurt, he's been in an accident. I'm at Lima General Hospital just waiting for information. He was in the car with his Dalton mates, and they... they got hit by a drunk driver running a red light. Blaine had the right of way, it was just sheer bad luck..."
As Blaine's uncle trailed off, Kurt just stared numbly and unseeingly at Finn's leg as he tried to absorb the words just offered. "He's dead." The words came out more like a statement than the question they intended to be, and they was scratchy and disconnected, sounding to Kurt's ears like it was someone else talking and not him. Finn's large hand flew out and grabbed Kurt's shoulder before he crouched in front of his brother with a whispered, 'Wh-whose dead?'
"No. No, Kurt, he's not dead. He's just banged up. They told me he's got a head injury, but I don't know what else yet. I'm waiting for more information. I just wanted to call you because I think he would want you here. No, scratch that. I know he would. You're everything to him. If there is anyway you can get here for him, it would really mean a lot."
Kurt was just nodding already. "I-I'll... I'm... coming... I'll come..." he said shakily, already pushing the covers back to get up and stumble out of bed past Finn. "The rest of them, are they okay? Is anyone dead?"
"I don't know, Kurt. They won't tell me anything."
Kurt felt like he was about to hyperventilate. His breathing had become shallow, but he just palmed the light on and then shielded his eyes when the room was flooded with a bright stream from above. "I'm coming... I'm leaving now. Just... please tell him I love him."
"Kurt, he's not conscious."
Kurt felt like someone just crushed his heart as a wave of sick dread felt like it engulfed him. "Tell him anyway."
What: Bad news cometh
Where: Lima General Hospital to Hummel Residence
When: Around 2am, 5th July
Episode: Between seasons
Rating: PG
All Kurt could do was wake up with a soft annoyed but muffled moan when he felt someone shaking him out of a deep sleep. It was reflexive to try and smack the hand away, but it was relentless and now coupled with a hushed, "Kurt!" breaking through his groggy mind. It was dark and he finally cracked his eyes open slightly when they felt puffy and scratchy from being roused from a deep sleep. Probably filled with very sweet dreams about his boyfriend and running off into the sunset together. "Kurt, you gotta wake up, dude. Your phone keeps ringing."
"Doesn't... woulda heard it..." Kurt growled huskily in protest, realising it was Finn waking him up. He blearily looked at the illuminated digital clock by the bed, face still scrunched up with squinted eyes. God, he was tired. "Finn, goddamnit! It's nearly friggen' two am! Get lost, leave me alone!" He gave Finn's arm a shove to try and get rid of him, never being a charming person when he was woken prematurely. He was just about to roll over to go back to sleep when, as Finn warned him, his phone started to ring in Finn's hand from where his brother had been trying to get him to take it. Kurt nearly crapped himself when RESPECT started blaring out of the small handset, but it was his generic ringtone so it wasn't a familiar number. He crankily snatched for it to answer. "If this is a wrong number, you're dead," he snapped.
"Kurt?"
Kurt blinked hazily when the called knew his name and he glanced up at Finn uncertaintly. "Who is this?"
"It's Jason Anderson. I'm Blaine's uncle. Is this Kurt?"
Blaine's uncle? The one staying with Blaine? At two am. That's when Kurt's stomach was suddenly and abruptly lodged up tightly into his throat and gasp fell from his lips. "Yeah, I-- B-Blaine's uncle? I... has something happened? Is he okay?" It was just a little too early for a social call from the uncle to introduce himself, right? Even if Blaine said the guy stayed up late hours to watch online porn.
"Kurt, I... Blaine talks about you so much, I thought I should call you straight away. I got your number from his cell, I hope you don't mind, but he's... Kurt, he's been in an accident. I'm at Lima General Hospital just waiting for information. He was in the car with his Dalton mates, and they... they got hit by a drunk driver running a red light. Blaine had the right of way, it was just sheer bad luck..."
As Blaine's uncle trailed off, Kurt just stared numbly and unseeingly at Finn's leg as he tried to absorb the words just offered. "He's dead." The words came out more like a statement than the question they intended to be, and they was scratchy and disconnected, sounding to Kurt's ears like it was someone else talking and not him. Finn's large hand flew out and grabbed Kurt's shoulder before he crouched in front of his brother with a whispered, 'Wh-whose dead?'
"No. No, Kurt, he's not dead. He's just banged up. They told me he's got a head injury, but I don't know what else yet. I'm waiting for more information. I just wanted to call you because I think he would want you here. No, scratch that. I know he would. You're everything to him. If there is anyway you can get here for him, it would really mean a lot."
Kurt was just nodding already. "I-I'll... I'm... coming... I'll come..." he said shakily, already pushing the covers back to get up and stumble out of bed past Finn. "The rest of them, are they okay? Is anyone dead?"
"I don't know, Kurt. They won't tell me anything."
Kurt felt like he was about to hyperventilate. His breathing had become shallow, but he just palmed the light on and then shielded his eyes when the room was flooded with a bright stream from above. "I'm coming... I'm leaving now. Just... please tell him I love him."
"Kurt, he's not conscious."
Kurt felt like someone just crushed his heart as a wave of sick dread felt like it engulfed him. "Tell him anyway."