Kurt and Blaine have been dating ever since Kurt transferred back to McKinley after Dalton. The New Directions have never met Blaine and there is a reason for that...

Jesse pushed open the all-too-familiar choir room door of McKinley, met with the compulsory, expected gasps at the sight of Rachel's ex-boyfriend and the New Directions' ex-spy.

Rachel stood up from her chair and pointed a finger towards the boy, "Spy!"

"Calm down, Rach." Jesse waved a hand towards the girl, "I'm not here to spy."

"What are you-"

Jesse completely blanked Finn as he spoke and continued walking straight past Finn until he stood in front of a chestnut-haired boy, "I'm here for Kurt."

Kurt's eyes widened and glanced around worriedly, hissing out a sharp; "What?"

"You're here for Kurt?" Finn scoffed, "Are you guys, like, dating or something?"

"It's Blaine." Jesse sighed, still ignoring Finn.

Kurt stood up immediately, repeating his words from before, however this time in a more worried tone, "What?"

"Blaine he's, uh, he's not doing too good."

"God, stop beating around the bush, Jesse. Just tell me. Is he ok?"

"No. He's not ok. He's, uh, he got in a car accident."

Kurt fell backward into his seat, "Is it bad?"

"No- I mean, yes- I mean i-it could've been worse." Kurt raised his head to stare at Jesse and the boy quickly continued, "The car that hit him had managed to slow down a bit so he only suffered a couple cuts and bruises and a broken leg."

"Where is he?" Kurt stood up, shouldering his bag and walking towards the door, not even sparing a glance Jesse's way to see if the boy was coming.

Jesse jogged slightly to catch up, "I'll drive you."

And then the pair had left, walking quickly before breaking out in a swift jog as they rounded the corner.

"What the hell?" Finn frowned.

"Look, we all know we're going to follow them... so why waste time wondering if we should?" Sam shrugged.

Everyone sat still for a couple more seconds before they all began to slowly drip out of the room, one by one climbing into their cars and heading towards the nearest hospital in the hopes of finding Kurt.

-_-_-

The New Directions entered the waiting room 20 minutes later, immediately met with the sight of their friend pacing up and down.

The room was pretty much empty, besides a group of uniform clad boys huddled in a corner, a mother and her son watching Kurt with confused gazes and Jesse St. James by the door with a phone held to his ear.

Suddenly Kurt turned swiftly on his heel and stalked towards a blonde-haired woman sat behind a desk, "How much longer?"

"Visitors will be allowed to see Mr. Anderson in 5 minutes, sir." The woman replied in a tired, rehearsed voice.

Kurt groaned and turned back around to continue pacing.

Two boys from the group in the corner separated from the rest and approached Kurt slowly.

"Kurtie?" The blonde whispered as he tapped the countertenor's shoulder

"You ok?" The other whispered.

"I'm fine, thanks guys. I just really need to see Blaine."

"Come sit down."

"Yeah, you're going to wear a hole into the floor with all your pacing."

"Mr. Hummel?" Kurt's head snapped up towards a short man who had appeared in the doorway, "Mr. Anderson has requested to see you."

Kurt immediately began walking towards the man, slipping through the doors and following the man down the corridor.

Jesse ended the call on his phone and turned to the group of boys, "Blaine's mom says thanks."

The boys sighed collectively, "Of course." One of them muttered.

"They really don't give a damn what happens to him, do they?"

Jesse laughed hollowly at that, "I've known Blaine since we were kids and I'm pretty sure they only stopped caring when he began taking an interest in Vogue."

"But he doesn't even wear any of that stuff."

"He likes to break the stereotype whilst still being a part of it... if that makes any sense at all."

The boys chuckles were cut off abruptly when Rachel stepped forward and yelled, "You're the Warblers!"

Jesse turned to face Rachel and quickly matched the confused yet already bored expressions of the boys behind him.

"Yes, they're the Warblers. No, they're not here to spy. We are in a public place, Rachel, now would be a terrible time to spy on the competition and even if-"

"No! I know you're not here to spy! How would you even know we would be coming here as well? I'm merely stating the fact that you are the Warblers and I guess I'm just wondering what you have to do with Kurt's boyfriend."

"Wait... you know that Blaine and Kurt are dating?"

"Yeah." Mercedes frowned, "He told us."

"But he- he said he wouldn't." Jesse turned to face the Warblers, "Right?"

"Yeah he-"

"Hey guys?" Kurt called from where he'd appeared back in the doorway, "You guys can come in now."

-_-_-

The New Directions had been waiting outside for 10 minutes before they decided they would force their way into meeting Kurt's boyfriend.

So, they made their way down the corridors, allowing Santana to go first as she peered around every corner, into every room and every bed until they finally found the one they were looking for.

"Kurt!" Rachel cried, the boy in question looking up.

"Guys, what're you doing here?"

"We came to meet your boyfriend!"

Kurt closed his eyes, rubbing his temple but smiling when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist and bring it down so their hands could lace together on the bed.

"Fine, this is Blaine. Blaine, these are the New Directions."

Finn stepped forward, "Look, I know you're, like, in hospital and you have a broken leg or something but I feel obligated to tell you that if you hurt my brother, I will, uh-"

"I think what Finnocence is trying to say is that if you break our boy's heart, we'll break your face." Santana paused, stepping closer until she was resting against the bottom of the bed, "Repeatedly."

"Hey, back off. Blaine's not gonna hurt Kurt." One of the Warblers cried.

"It's fine, David. I think it's sweet."

"It's sweet that my friends are threatening to break your face?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, well, no. It's sweet that they're willing to protect you."

Kurt grinned and leaned down to peck Blaine's lips.

"Kurt's totally getting off on this whole badass kink." Santana purred, "You like all of your man's cuts and bruises, Lady?"

Kurt simply rolled his eyes and refocused them on their linked hands.

"You're just going to let her speak to you like that?"

"This is just how she is, Wes." Kurt shrugged, "She insults other people to hide her own insecurities."

Santana scoffed and glanced to the side, moving to stand next to Brittany who was staring out of the window.

"Kurt, how come you've waited so long to introduce us to your man?" Mercedes tilted her head, "You told us about him months ago."

Kurt sighed, "It's just that I know all of you kind of hate Jesse so I thought it'd cause some unnecessary drama that I just really didn't want to deal with."

"Kurt, we're all happy for you." Tina smiled.

"Yeah, and just because your boyfriend is friends with an asshole doesn't mean we're gonna hate you for it."

Rachel nodded, "We love you, Kurt. And, although I don't agree with your friendship with Jesse, I will still support you with whatever you choose."

"Lord Tubbington went to a support group for his drug addiction last night. He ate all of the blueberry muffins."

I honestly don't know. I'm having a hard time with school right now so I've been struggling to find the time to update this but I have been trying. This would usually take me maybe 10 minutes to write but it's taken me 2 days because I've had to write it all separately throughout the day. So I'm sorry if the style or something doesn't make sense or changes but I'm honestly tired af and haven't had a good sleep in ages.

Anyway, enough about my depressing boring life.

This was requested by SherineMenes I hope it was ok :)