Summary: It was just an accident. But that doesn't make it okay.
A/N: This is just a little Halloween inspired one shot. When I was younger it was my dearest ambition to work on a show like Tales From the Crypt and this was one of the ideas that I had. It's Klaine but not so much from their POV.
There's a state road that cuts all the way through Lima and into the bigger cities around it. It's not a big one. The signs are all knocked down and in some places it's more dirt than road. But it goes right past where Blaine's grandmother lives. Usually he visits her on Fridays while Kurt is busy with his family dinners. They don't do much more than eat and watch Filipino soap operas but there's definitely worse ways to spend a Friday evening. Like Quinn. She's going to sit and cry at a country yogurt shop so she can pretend she's speaking at a teen recovery center. Or maybe it was a pregnancy crisis place. Blaine was scared to ask for details. He wasn't even sure how he found himself in this position. One minute he's staring over his smoking car and the next he's sitting in Quinn's front seat and listening to soft upbeat Christian pop. It was only mildly uncomfortable. In the way that it was uncomfortable to sit on an all white couch.
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