PART ONE: Counting
Prologue: Day zero
He woke up in the darkness. For a minute or two he just kept his eyes closed wondering who he was. He didn't remember, but did it even have any matter at all? It didn't, he decided so instead he started wondering what day it was. Of course he didn't remember that either. Somehow he had stopped asking himself where he was or why he was here long ago, but he always wanted to know what day it was. He couldn't tell why that was so important though.
When he first came here he started to count the days but then somewhere after day 350 he lost the counting. He wanted to start again but it was so hard when he didn't see the sun anymore, when nothing at all happened in his life, when everything was always the same.
That thought shot his eyes open. Everything was not always the same, not today.
Just then he realized that what woke him up in a first place was a sound, crying. It was quiet and weak, and somehow it broke his- well, that thing beating in his chest, he couldn't remember its name right now.
Although his eyes were wide open he couldn't see a damn thing. For a moment he wondered why that is and then it hit him: light; this is how they call it when you can see the objects around you, right? Before when he managed to actually remember something like that it used to give him a happy feeling in his chest. But recently he was just numb all the time. It was different today though – he wasn't feeling happy, no, but there was something else. Curiosity.
His mind was working faster and he could hear the sobbing quite clear. Slowly he lifted himself from the ground and looked around the room. In a while he was able to distinguish the silhouette of a really small body curled up in a ball next to the wall, trembling.
It was a boy, little fragile boy, crying completely alone in the big dark room. He felt the urge to go and comfort him, to take the small body in his arms: in a hug, he remembered. He didn't want the boy to cry, but then he did, he wanted them both to cry together because for the first time in so long he was feeling something. And, hell, he didn't want that to end.
Swaying, he made his way to the boy and slowly put his shaking hand on his shoulder.
The reaction was immediate – the boy just started screaming with all his voice, piercing the man's ears. Obviously the child hadn't been aware of the fact that there is another person in the room.
The man wanted to make him stop, to tell him there is nothing to be afraid of, to comfort him and to wipe the terrified tears from his little eyes. But he just couldn't find his voice, buried somewhere deep in his throat. He didn't even remember the last time he had used it. Finally he said quietly:
"Shh, it's okay, don't be afraid!" It wasn't as he expected to be, he thought he was going to hear a dead man's voice but he didn't. It was rough and his throat but there was softness in it. The boy heard it too and stopped screaming right away. Instead started to sob again tangling his hands around man's waist.
The feeling of the little boy in his hands made his own tears cry, made him finally feel again. Before he realized it he was quietly humming in his ear. It was amazing that he couldn't remember his own name but the words just came naturally from his mouth.
"I'm a get your heart racing
In my hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your
Be your teenage dream tonight."
As he sang he felt the by calming down in his hands.
"What is your name?" He whispered. The boy didn't answer at first then very quietly with a hesitance in his voice he said:
"B- Bobby. What's- what's yours?" 'I do not remember' - he wanted to say but instead without even thinking, instinctively he answered:
"Blaine"
The boy finally lifted his head to look at him not that in the dark they could actually see each other's faces.
"Blaine?" His voice sounded stunned. "Like in the fairytales?"
"What fairytales?" Blaine asked softly.
"You know how in almost every fairytale the name of the prince is Blaine-" The fear had almost left Bobby's voice and that made Blaine's heart beat faster: heart; that was the word. He was finally happy for being able to comfort the boy.
"Really? I've never heard a single fairytale where the prince's name is Blaine."
"No way! My dad tells me one every night" Then suddenly the boy started crying again, heartbreaking sobs coming from his mouth. "I want to go back home, I want my Daddy-"
"Shh, please don't cry, please, you'll be home soon, I promise you! You'll see your dad soon" He was rocking the boy gently, knowing that he's giving promises he couldn't possibly keep. "Maybe you can tell me one of yours fairytales, can you?"
And just like that, holding Bobby and whispering soft words in his ear, he finally remembered. Who he was, why he was here, what he had lost in his life… But he couldn't know what day it was and somehow that was important for him. Maybe that was the moment to start counting again – now that something new was finally happening in his life.
It was day zero from Bobby and Blaine friendship…
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A/N: Hello! This is my first fic and I'm so excited for posting it. It's a big challenge for me not just because of that though, but the first thing I've ever written in English which is not my native language. So I feel obliged to apologize for any mistakes – I'm really really trying (I don't have a beta, at least not yet; if someone is interested, please feel free to write me).
I know that first chapter might be a little confusing for you but let me make that clear – this is a Klaine fic and everything in it has something to do with Kurt and Blaine (although in the first few chapters Kurt won't appear, still he has a giant role in this story). I promise you, this is really interesting in my head so I hope you, guys, to stick with me.
As I already said this is my first fic, so please if you read this, leave some review for me, I need to hear some opinions. It would mean the world for me!
Of course I do not own Glee or any of its characters! They belong to their respective owners. Also I don't own 'Teenage dream'.
Marina xxx