There's something about you

(Oneshot)

Summary: One day Blaine disappears, leaving a note to Kurt saying he's breaking up with him and moving abroad. But what happens when Kurt bumps into a certain curly boy in a mall in Lima a month later?
Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Blaine's mother
Author notes: So this is my first fanfiction ever and I'm really ashamed but I had a dream and I needed to write it down (sounds cliché, doesn't it?).

And I'm a really bad writer but I guess I liked the idea.
Also, forgive my mistakes, I'm not a native speaker.

Kurt had used to be really sad. Then he had met the love of his life. So why was he walking around a mall in Lima without actually perceiving shops and restaurants and cafés and everything he had used to enjoy? Right. His boyfriend had left him about a month ago. He still didn't understand. One day they had been talking, kissing and enjoying each other, next day he hadn't come to school and then he had found the note in his locker. Sorry, Kurt, I'm moving abroad, I really don't see a point in dating anymore. It had been written on computer which had been a bit suspicious but what could had he done? Nothing. Blaine had been gone.

He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going. He had promised Mercedes he would go shopping or do something so he would stop thinking about Blaine all the time. As if it could have worked. He looked around and tried to concentrate. He saw a clothes shop he had always wanted to go to so he decided to give it a try. He didn't notice someone heading towards a coffee shop next to him, crossing his path. A collision was unavoidable.

"Can't you just watch where you're-" he froze. The young man in front of him was Blaine.

"Sorry, I didn't see you. Did I hurt you? Are you ok?" Blaine asked with worry in his eyes.

"Oh my god, Blaine! What are you doing here?! I thought you were studying abroad! What happened? You owe me an explanation!" he babbled.

"Um… Sorry. Do I… do I know you?" a curly boy wondered.

Kurt lost it. He was opening his mouth but no words were coming out. This was a nightmare, right? He was going to wake up soon in his bed with Blaine by his side.

"Oh, sorry, I should explain. I suffer from memory loss. Kids at my old school used to bully me and they caused an accident in which I lost my memory. Thank god I don't remember them but it sucks you know? To know nothing about yourself and meet people you don't know talking to you in mall." Blaine said sadly.

"Which school was it?" he asked, already sure of the answer.

"My parents told me it was McKinley High. But who are you? Please, tell me, I have no idea."

Kurt held the urge to cry. That hurt. That hurt more than anything in the world.
"I used to be your… friend." He answered with a long pause. Did Blaine know he's gay?

"Really? That's weird, my parents told me I had no friends. My girlfriend even left the school because they bullied her too." Ok, Blaine looked really confused. He hated to see him like this. Also, girlfriend? He was starting to understand. And he didn't like it at all.

"Maybe they forgot to tell you about me. What school do you go to now?" He wanted to tell him everything so bad but he knew he would have only freaked him out. This was definitely not how he had imagined their meeting. He wanted to hug him and kiss him and say him he loves him. This whole thing was killing him and it was not ok.

"Carmel High, why?"

He knew it. His parents couldn't have sent him to Dalton, because everyone knew him there. The only other proper school for rich people was Carmel High.

"Just asking. Do you still want to be a musician?"

"A musician? Of course not, I'm going to be a doctor. Did I ever want to be a musician?" Blaine looked so lost. Kurt could see the desperation in his eyes. Blaine's parents were literally creating a son they always wanted and he knew he wasn't himself but he had nobody to tell him the truth.

"Blaine, here you are, who are you talking to?" Blaine's mother showed up next to them.

"This is… what's your name?" Blaine looked at him curiously.

Before Kurt had a chance to answer, Blaine's mother recognized him.

"Blaine, this is the boy who wanted to hurt you! He's the one who caused the accident! How dare you talking to my son you little brat!" She screamed.

"What did you do to him?" he shouted back. Blaine seemed to be terrified.

"Security!" His mother called. Kurt had no other option then turn around and run.

This isn't over, he thought. He needed to talk to someone, help Blaine. This was a crime, he was sure of it. They took away Blaine's memory, which was a crime against humanity. But even if they had arrested them, would Blaine ever believe him? Would he fall in love with him again? Would he ever be his old self?

He sat down on a bench in the corner so no one could see him. He started crying. God, how did this happen? How can parents be so cruel to their own child?

Someone cleared their throat next to him. He looked up.

"Can I sit down next to you? I ran." Blaine gulped.

"Yes, yes, you can. But… why?" He sniffed.

"Because I know something is wrong. I saw your face when she accused you and it wasn't a face of someone who wanted to hurt me. I don't think you want to hurt me. And now you're crying. Please, don't cry."

Kurt smiled a little bit. There was still a hope. This was his Blaine, his kind and loving Blaine.

"I'm not sure I'm the right person to-" but Blaine interrupted him.

"Then who is? You're the first person from my past I have met. I don't know what to do. And if you were my friend, please, help me. What you said about me wanting to be a musician made me think. I don't want to be a doctor. That's what I know for sure. But what can I do? I don't know a thing about myself. I constantly feel like there's something wrong. Like there's something missing. And I'm not sure what or who it is but I need to find out. My parents are always behind my back, watching me like I am about to commit a crime. Was I a bad person? Did God punish me by taking my memory?"

"Stop it, please, just stop it. I want to help you so bad but-"

"But what? Was I ever bad to you? If so, I'm really sorry, I really am."

"No, you were never bad to me. You need to know that. You were a good I'm afraid your parents are looking for you and if they see you with me, it's not going to end up well." He muttered. He really hoped he hadn't offended Blaine.

"Oh, I see. Can we meet somewhere? Soon? I don't care what my parents think, I need to know more. Somehow I can't believe them. The person they keep telling me about isn't me." Blaine's eyes were filled with hope. That was everything he had now. Hope.

"I shouldn't… not yet… but screw that, here's my address, meet me tomorrow at 6pm, ok?" In his head, he was already mentally texting to Warblers and New Directions. The more people to tell Blaine about him the better.

"Ok, thank you so much! You have no idea how grateful I am right now." Blaine looked relieved. His body wasn't so tense anymore. "What's your name again?"

"Kurt Hummel. You shouldn't believe to complete strangers, though. What if your parents were right and I'm a bully?" He was so scared of the answer but he couldn't take it back.

"I don't think so. There's something about you, Kurt Hummel. I don't know what but I'm going to find out soon. See ya tomorrow!" He smiled and Kurt legs were slowly turning into a jelly. He had forgotten what it feels like but hopefully it was about to change. Blaine Anderson, I'm going to win your heart again.