Return to You
Restless
"Who are you?" Asked Kurt Hummel as he looked upon an unfamiliar man.
"Kurt-" Blaine broke off with a whimper. Kurt didn't remember him. His voice crackled and lip quivered. "Kurt, you remember m-me, don't you?" He kissed the hand he was holding and held it close to his heart.
"No, sir. I'm really sorry…" He got a glimpse of the hand the unfamiliar face held. It had a bright ring shining on it. He let out a short, shuddery gasp. The boy kindly took the hand away. He looked up into the eyes of the man before him, who was in tears at his bedside.
"I'm Blaine? Blaine Anderson? You must remember, y-you…" He broke off in tears while the poor confused Kurt looked with wide, confused eyes. Kurt saw the ring on the other boy's hand and covered his mouth with his hand.
"You-you can't… I-I love y-you, K-Kurt, I-" Suddenly doctors and nurses burst into the room. Kurt looked up at him with wide, sparkling blue eyes. Blaine was frozen at his bedside. Finn and Burt came in not a minute later.
"Kurt! You're okay!" Finn hugged him and Burt smiled over his shoulder. They caught a glimpse of Blaine.
"Blaine, you oka-"
"He doesn't- He can't-" Blaine stuttered. Tears were shaded on his face.
"Excuse me, I need everyone out just for a moment. I'm so sorry." The doctor instructed. Burt and Finn went on their way.
"Come, Blaine." Finn called sympathetically. Blaine remained frozen like a deer in the headlights.
"Excuse me, young man, I need you to lea-"
"No, I can't." Blaine replied softly to the doctor.
"Come, Blaine. He can help-"
"No, I can't." Blaine repeated. Finn pulled Blaine from the bedside and towards the door.
"No… No… NO! Take me back! P-please, NO! Kurt- Kurt- No, ppppleassseee…." He cried as he struggled against Finn.
Kurt recalled never seeing a more distressed face in his life.
Itleast… from what he could remember of it…
Finn finally got Blaine out of the door as he struggled against him.
"No-no, Finn. P-p-please let me g-go." He sobbed. Finn held his shoulders and look into his eyes.
"It's going to be okay, Blaine-"
"He c-c-can't remember m-me…" He cried. Finn wrapped his arms around Blaine and let him son into his chest.
"He'll remember you, it may take some time, but he couldn't ever truly forget you, Blaine. He loves you. And you are very good to him, Blaine." Finn gave Blaine a small squeeze in appretiation and released him. Blaine wiped his eyes.
"I feel so foolish…" He laughed slightly.
"Promise me something?" Finn asked. Blaine nodded, beckoning for him to continue. "Don't give up on him. He truly loves you, Blaine, and I've never ever seen him this happy… well, that happy… You were meant for him, and he for you." Blaine smiled half-heartedly at Finn.
"That's one thing you wouldn't ever have to worry about." Finn clapped his shoulder in a brotherly grasp.
Kurt watched the unfamiliar face struggle against his step-brother, tears flowing like rain down his stained cheeks, and he felt a pang in his heart. His mind suddenly flashed to the face, bright lights spinning behind him, before he gave out a final breath and closed his eyes again.
It wasn't long before the man, apparently named Blaine, entered the room once again, thankfully more composed. Something about his manner changed when he got closer to Kurt. The sparkle in his eye lit, his lips twitched into a smile no matter how much he was hurting. He pulled up a chair and reached out his hand.
"M-may I?" He asked tentatively. Kurt appeared unsure, but responded,
"Yes, I suppose." Blaine took his hand and upon doing so, Kurt was shocked to see the tense boy suddenly relax at his touch. It lifted the weight off Kurt's heavy heart as he lightened at Blaine's touch
And he wasn't sure why.
"Kurt?" Blaine bit his lip nervously. "Do you remember anything about me?" Kurt's eyes fell. Blaine lifted his chin so he met his eyes. "Anything… please, just… give me something…" Blaine begged. Kurt bit his lip.
"The last thing I remember was being in a locker room and suddenly beign pulled into a kiss by some Neanderthal named Karofsky. He had been bullying me and it was right then and there I decided to leave McKinley."
"Kurt, that was over a year ago." Blaine replied, concerned. "But I think I know why you remember that moment so well. That was the most important decision you ever made." He gave his love's hand a squeeze. "Because of that decision, you met me." Kurt laughed, and met his eyes to make a smarky comment when he was suddenly at a loss for words. He remembered a familiar hand grasped in his, racing down a aestheticly decorated hallway in a charming palace.
"I may not know who you are, but when you cry I get these pains in my chest and yet when you smile I can't help but smile too. At your touch..." He blushed sheepishly. "I feel… home." Blaine had to refrain from kissing him.
"This is gonna sound silly." Blaine laughed. "Because to you we just met, but you are my fiancé, and I'd like to take you out. Show you why you fell in love with me." Blaine smirked at Kurt's blush.
"I don't know…" Kurt bit away a smile.
"Perhaps I can change your mind?" Blaine reached for his ipod and began flipping through songs.
"Blaine, what are you doing?" He asked.
"Serenading you!"
"In the middle of the hospital!"
"Oh please, that's nothing. And I know you know this song, so you better join me." Blaine began singing as Kurt laughed at him.
Made a wrong turn,
Once or twice,
Dug my way out,
Blood and fire
Bad decisions,
That's alright
Welcome to my silly life…
He walked up to Kurt's bed and took his hand.
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood,
Miss "No way it's all good"
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken,
Always second guessing
Underestimated,
Look I'm still around…
He pulled Kurt out of the bed and danced in circles around him. Kurt joined in with him, harmonizing, and giggling at Blaine.
Pretty pretty, please
Don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than...
Less than perfect.
Pretty pretty please!
If you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing
You are perfect,
To me…
Blaine stopped and let Kurt take the next verse. Kurt still sounded as beautiful as ever even though he'd been unconscious for over 3 days. Blaine echoed him as he slid gracefully through the words.
You're so mean (You're so mean)
When you talk (When you talk)
'Bout yourself,
You are wrong. (You are wrong)
Change the voices,
In your head, (In your head)
Make them like you
Instead. (Instead)
Blaine followed into the prechorus with Kurt, harmonizing in the end of each line.
So complicated
Look how big you'll make it
Feel with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough!
I've done all i can think of
Chase down all my demons,
And see you do the same.
Blaine sang.
Ohh, ohh!
The two of their voices meshed together like they were born to do. They fit together like to puzzle pieces.
Pretty pretty, please
Don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than...
Less than perfect.
Pretty pretty please!
If you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing
You are perfect...
You're perfect, you're perfect to me !
Pretty pretty, please
Don't you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing
Blaine took Kurt's hand and looked deep into his eyes to sing the last final line…
You are perfect, to me...
Kurt was panting slightly and quietly as he gazed into Blaine's hazel, golden eyes. He suddenly felt a pang in his side. He clutched it and doubled over, letting out a small whimper. Blaine picked him up and laid him back in his bed. Kurt noticed his well toned mustles as he flexed and his gentleness.
"Do we usually do stuff like that?" Kurt asked, blushing and redirecting his mind. Blaine nodded and smiled.
"Are you okay?" Blaine ask, wrinkling his brow in a worried expression.
"How did I end up here?" Kurt responded. Blaine gulped.
"Well- I… uh…." He trailed off. He took a deep breath. "A lockdown alarm went off at school. I knew it must've been Karofsky because h-h-he said he would…." Blaine's stutter grew worse. He paused and exhaled, trying to control his trialed speech. "I found your tea and book scattered in the school garden and I knew… I knew he had c-c-come and taken y-you…" Blaine struggled to keep his composer. "I recall hearing a gunshot…"
'KURT! KURT! WHERE ARE Y-Y-YOU!' Blaine screamed, heart screaming in his chest. Kurt wouldn't give up… he would keep fighting against Karofsky. Blaine felt lost… alone…
Empty.
Suddenly a gunshot broke the dreadful, awful silence. 'No.' A gasp escaped his lips. He fled down the hall toward the source of the noise. 'NO!' He turned a corner and tore open the door to find a sight so execrable…
Blood on Karofsky's lips.
Kurt's mangled, bruised, naked body.
'Kurt…' His heart shattered. He felt as if blackness consumed his heart. He'd never be happy again. All he could feel was pure rage and anger. 'No… no… my Kurt…' He finally tore his eyes from the dying angel to the murderous dog with a lighter in his hand. 'How. Dare. YOU!' Blaine spat. 'Why… my poor Kurt….WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM? STEP AWAY!' He wasn't sure when he started crying, but he had never felt more isolated. Like nothing in the world mattered anymore. 'I'LL KILL YOU!' He screamed. The boy threw his lighter across the room and suddenly the place was ablaze.
He looked down at his love. 'Kurt- Kurt- you're-you're gonna be okay…. I- I p-promise. If it's the last thing I do- I'll…' He cried and he laid his love properly on his back. He was dressed in bruises and blood. Blaine retrieved his boxers and ever so gently pulled them on over his revealing skin. He continued to repeat, 'You'll be okay…' but not so much to Kurt… more to try and convince himself.
"And I stood there above you in the ambulence, watching you die before my very eyes…" Blaine cried. "And there was nothing I could do." He sobbed louder. "I was finally going to lose to one thing that mattered in my life…" Kurt was crying too.
"But I'm here, Blaine." Kurt told him.
"I thought I lost you…" Blaine stared off into the distance. He found a pair of arms wrapping around his waist and a head on his shoulder.
As it got dark, Blaine settled on the chair across from Kurt.
"What are you doing?" Kurt asked. Blaine's face fell.
"Oh- I'm sorry… I haven't left the hospital since we got here... I guess I'm just used to this place now…" He trailed off sheepishly. He looked up with concerned eyes. "Do you- ah… well, do you want me to leave?"
"No- you can… you can stay. If you want. But- um…" He blushed. "It's cold and I bet that chair isn't comfortable and I mean if you are my fiancé and…"
Kurt squeaked as Blaine plopped onto the bed and kissed the top of Kurt's head. Kurt felt a sudden warmth and unsuspected smile drift upon his lips. He didn't know who this man was yet he was in his bed.
All he knew was for some reason he had an unfailing trust in him. He didn't even know his last damn name!
But there's one thing he did know.
He's was looking forward to falling in love with him.
In a book, in a box, in the closet
In a line, in a song I once heard
In a moment on a front porch late one June
In a breath inside a whisper beneath the moon
There it was at the tips of my fingers
There it was on the tip of my tongue
There you were and I had never been that far
There it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms
And I let it all slip away
What do I do now that you're gone
No back up plan, no second chance
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence that remains
Are the words I couldn't say
There's a rain that will never stop fallin'
There's a wall that I tried to take down
What I should have said just wouldn't pass my lips
So I held back and now we've come to this
And it's too late now
What do I do now that you're gone
No back up plan, no second chance
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence that remains
Are the words I couldn't say
I should have found the way to tell you how I felt
Now the one I'm telling is myself
What do I do now that you're gone
No back up plan, no second chance
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence that remains
Are the words I couldn't say
What do I do now that you're gone
No back up plan, no second chance
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence that remains
Are the words I couldn't say
What do I do now that you're gone
No back up plan, no second chance
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence that remains
Are the words I couldn't say…