Hey! First time ever posting fanfiction, so I really hope you like it.
Also, sorry if this chapter seems a bit rushed. It's basically a set-up chapter for the rest of the story. Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. But I do own the character Lydia!
Chapter One
Kurt and Blaine walked down the hallways of McKinley together on Blaine's very first day at the school. They were both done running, and done hiding. They were ready to just forget about the football players and their ignorance. Speaking of football players…
"Hey, faggots!" Azimo called out as he walked past the boys in the opposite direction.
Kurt just wanted to keep walking, but Blaine hesitated. Turning around to watch Azimo's retreating back, he bit his lip and then called out angrily, "Excuse me?"
Azimo turned. "What? You gonna hit me with your purse?"
Blaine's hands automatically flew to the strap across his chest. He was wearing the same satchel that he had been the day he met Kurt on the stairs. His hands tightened around the leather. "What the hell is your problem?" Blaine asked lowly. By now several students in the hallway had paused to watch the exchange.
"You're my problem, faggot! You come into my school, sprinkling your gayness all over the place, and-"
Karofsky walked up them, immediately stepping in between the two boys. "What's going on here?" He asked, looking at Azimo accusingly.
Blaine spoke before Azimo could. "Your friend here has been shouting homophobic slurs down the hallway, and I'm not putting up with it. Clearly he doesn't know about the kiss in the locker room between you and-"
Blaine's words were cut off, as Karofsky pushed him into nearby lockers. Hard. Both he and Kurt had easily figured out that Blaine's next words would have outed Karofsky to the whole school. He couldn't let that happen. So he pushed Blaine, and regretted it as soon as he did.
Blaine slammed into the lockers head first and crumpled to the ground.
Coach Sylvester arrived, pushing through the crowd that had gathered. "Alright, what is this group standing around here for? Are you protesting against the mere thought of spending another long day surrounding by the elves in Will Shuester's hair?" She made it to the centre of the crowd, and took in the scene in front of her. Her eyes landed first on Blaine, unconscious on the ground, then on Kurt, who knelt beside him, tears in his eyes.
"Blaine?" Kurt whispered, his voice thick.
"Porcelain!" Sue barked. She didn't know Blaine, but it was obvious to anyone there that Kurt cared about him. And Sue had a soft spot for Kurt.
Kurt looked up at her, his eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill.
"You sitting there won't do anything to help hobbit. Go call an ambulance."
Blaine's POV
I heard a strange beeping noise, along with the sound of two voices talking. Both were high, though one was slightly higher than the other. It sounded to me like a girl talking to a boy with higher pitched voice. Wherever I was had the unduplicatable stench of hospital. I exhaled slowly, letting the tone of their voices become melody to the persistent rhythm of beeping that filled the air. My head was killing me. Because my favourite songs are ones with lyrics, I listened to hear the words they were speaking.
"This is why he went to Dalton in the first place," The slightly higher one said. She sounded upset. "To get away from all this hate."
"I'm sorry," The other voice whispered. They really did sound like a woman, but something nagging at me told me that it was a boy. Both their voices sounded terribly familiar to me.
"Don't be sorry, Kurt." The girl said. "It was his choice. I just can't believe the ignorance of some people."
"I just hope he's okay," The boy sniffed. I assumed that that was Kurt.
"I'm his sister. I know how strong he is, and he's strong enough to get through this," the girl said.
I opened my eyes to see that I was, in fact, lying in a hospital bed. At my bedside was a girl with long black hair and brown eyes, and a boy who took my breath away. He was tall, with perfect chestnut brown hair, and eyes that seemed a thousand different colours at once. His eyes reminded me of the ocean. They both looked as familiar as their voices sounded, but I still didn't know where I knew them from. I wondered who they had just been talking about.
They noticed me looking at them.
"Blaine!" The girl exclaimed, reaching to take my hand in hers. "Thank God you're alright."
The name 'Blaine.' Another thing that seemed familiar, and seemed important, yet I still couldn't place it. So I asked her, "Whose Blaine?"
She exhaled slowly and shakily, her eyes fluttering closed as she did. "Tell me you're joking."
Searching her face, I started to panic. I was really blanking on something important. The beeping in the room sped up, and I realized that I was hooked up to a heart monitor. I tried to focus on taking deep breaths. I asked again, "Whose Blaine?"
My eyes traveled to the boy, who had begun to cry. "Please don't cry," I whispered to him. "I heard her call you Kurt. Your name is Kurt, right?" Kurt nodded. "Please don't cry, Kurt."
"You're Blaine," Kurt told me.
"My Blaine? My Blaine what?" I asked, confused.
The girl sighed. "No, honey. You are Blaine. That's who Blaine is. Blaine is you."
The beeping in the room became even faster as my heart began to pound in fear. I sat up in the bed, taking my hand out of the girl's grasp. "No. That's ridiculous. I wouldn't forget my name. I can't be Blaine. You have me confused with someone else."
Kurt had wandered to the other side of the room at this point, crying even harder, and trying to calm himself down.
"Then who are you?" The girl whispered.
"I…I'm…" I closed my eyes, trying to remember. There was nothing. No name to attach to anyone, no knowledge as to why I was here, no answer as to why my head felt like it was slowly splitting open. My heart seemed to be caught in my throat. I looked at the girl in anger. "I'm not Blaine! I need… you need to call…Where are my…?" My anger quickly fizzled and died.
A doctor entered the room, looking at a clipboard. "Blaine Anderson?" He questioned.
"Yes," the girl said. "Though he'll deny it."
The doctor looked up sharply, studying her face. "Excuse me?"
"He…doesn't remember. Anything." The girl said.
"What is your name and relationship with the patient?"
"I'm Lydia. I'm his sister."
My head shot up to look at her. How could I forget someone who was family? Why couldn't I remember anything?
"Okay," The doctor scribbled it down. "Lydia, are you of age? Where are your parents?"
"Yes. I turned eighteen last month. Our parents are on a business trip to New York. I've tried to contact them, but I can't get through. I've left them both voicemails."
I wondered what kind of person I was. How awful did someone have to be for their own parents not to care that their son was in the hospital?
The doctor looked at me. "Blaine?" He said. I looked over at Kurt, still crying, and decided to accept that I was who he said I was. So I nodded. "What do you remember?" He asked.
"Nothing," I said simply.
"Do you know how you got here?"
"No."
"Do you know who these people are?"
"No."
"Do you know how old you are?"
"Um…I'm turning seventeen soon," I looked to Lydia for reassurance. "Right?"
"Yes," she nodded slowly.
"Do you know your home address and phone number?" The doctor asked. I recited both to him. "Okay," He said. "What's the last event you remember happening?"
"Um…" I closed my eyes.
I saw Kurt, surrounded by pieces of what looked like taken apart glass boxes. "What are you doing?" I asked him.
"Decorating Pavarotti's casket," He informed me.
"I remember a conversation with Kurt," I told him. I glanced at Kurt, who was watching me closely. I looked back at the doctor. "He was decorating…something. But that's it."
"Okay," the doctor nodded. He looked back at Lydia. "It seems like he has partial amnesia, a common effect after an impact that sudden and hard. But based on his ability to recall basic facts, and when pressured, to recall certain events, his memory should be restored within the next week or so."
"And if it isn't?" Lydia asked.
"We'll deal with that, if that's what it comes to."