TITLE: Who You Were (may be changed later) [chp. 1/?]
AUTHOR: impulsivememories
PAIRING: Blaine/Kurt
RAITING: PG-13 ~ some violence and mild language in later chapters
CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1,807 words
SUMMARY: As the night emerges, two forces appear, bringing forth dreams, and nightmares yet completely invisible to the human eye. The force that brings dreams, brings hope and strength, while the ones who bring forth nightmares only brings desperation, taunting us and tricking us. These two fight for our souls and suddenly Blaine and Kurt are pulled into this world when Blaine suddenly falls into a coma. It's been a year since Blaine and Kurt broke up, and they've completely broken off contact with each other because of extensive arguments and complete disagreeing. Kurt's been hard at work with his current play, already reaching the top of success while Blaine continues to sort out his priorities, but trying to enjoy life all the same. Yet, when Blaine is suddenly induced in this coma, his subconscious is dragged by a drifter through this invisible world towards the incubus. Ash, the drifter, hides under a massive cloak, trying to conceal his horrid appearance. While in the real world Kurt continues on his great amount of success, blatantly trying to ignore the mere existence of Blaine. Soon, he is being followed by an incubus in mere daylight, something that the storytellers are puzzled by. Soon, both forces, as well as the conscious and subconscious, are pulled into a whirlwind of events, all leading to trying to save Blaine from an eternal nightmare.
Author's Notes: So, hello. This story is probably the sole reason I made this whole account, and I hope you enjoy it. It's a multi-chapter, even though the ending of this chapter makes it sound like a one-shot. So, I apologize for that. I don't know how long this is going to be though yet, whether it's going to be only a couple, or a million chapters. We'll both have to just find out.
Moving on. The whole thing this story is centered around is the independent film, Ink. It's simply amazing, and if you haven't seen it go on netflix, rent it on itunes, or wherever else and watch it! Things might be a bit more clear and you'll get to watch a wonderful work of art! To get into the feel of the story, I would also suggest listening to the soundtrack as well (which is probably one of my favorite movie soundtracks ever)
Also, whoever follows me on tumblr might have already seen this first chapter.
WARNINGS: This fic might be a bit out of character, so please bear with me.
Also, THERE WILL BE MAJOR TEARS IN LATER CHAPTERS! Just thought I'd put that out now. This first chapter is extreme fluff, so I don't want to steer you in the wrong direction.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee
CHAPTER ONE
It was just at the peak of dawn, the sun coming gently over the horizon to brighten another beautiful day. Kurt was asleep in his bed, his breathing soft and delicate, and any person could see the circles still under his eyes. There was a sudden pain in his side. Not a stabbing one, but a soft one, as if someone was poking him. In fact, someone was poking him, disturbing his peaceful sleep that he hasn't gotten in weeks. "Kurt," a quiet voice whispered. The boy tried to ignore it, but it was persisting, and he could do nothing but open his eyes, yet only halfway. He stifled a yawn as his vision became more clear and he saw Blaine kneeling next to his bed, an unreadable expression on his face. He didn't bother to ask how the other boy had even gotten into his house, for there would probably be an explanation later. There always is.
"Why're you here Blaine?" Kurt's voice droned from sleep as he let out a groan, not really wanting to get out of bed. Suddenly, the shorter boy spoke. "You promised an appointment with me this morning." His voice was annoyed, with only a hint of playfulness, but barely there. It wasn't in Blaine's usual demeanor but Kurt was too tired to care. "I'm not in the mood. I worked all week on my musical for ten hours each day. We can do it some other day." With that Kurt turned around to go back into his state of sleep again. "You promised though…" Blaine's voice was struck with a great wide of sadness, a thing that made Kurt worry. Blaine was really looking forward to this, wasn't he? Well, Blaine did just return from his Texas Six Flags Fiesta concert, and Kurt did promise him this one thing when he returned, a time where they could be alone. Damn. It was guilt that was eating at him, a feeling he truly hated. Sighing, a sat up and turned to Blaine, who was looking down at the floor with hurt eyes. "Just let me do my morning routine and then we can leave."
Blaine looked at him with joyful eyes and hopped up from his kneeling position, a great smile on his face. He looked like a giddy child, one who is overjoyed about getting an ice cream cone. Kurt couldn't help but smile back, even though he hated that Blaine was seeing him with a bed head. Kurt always had to look perfect, no matter what crowd he was in and morning hair, sweats and a t-shirt weren't the best scene. "I'll go get everything ready so we can head out." Blaine kissed his cheek softly, and skipped off in a frolicking manner that only made Kurt laugh a bit to himself. His hand rested on the cheek that Blaine's tender lips touched and it only made his smile become brighter. Kurt padded off to the bathroom, his hand still gently hovering upon his cheek.
"Come on, Kurt! Hurry up!" Blaine was in a joyful mood, his voice peeked to a childish manor as he walked in a fast pace in front of him on the train track. "These shoes weren't made for walking you know. You should have told me so I made a smart outfit choice." He could see Blaine shake his head as he slowed his pace and turned so he stepped off the track and onto the soft grass. They were in an area, surrounded by tress and light pouring in, the perfect place to either be at perfect serenity (except when the train comes by) or to have a picnic where you aren't bothered by other people, such as the two boys were so currently doing.
Kurt walked off the tracks and onto the checkered blanket that Blaine had just set up along with a woven basket filled with food that Blaine had made with his mother. The scene looked rather cheesy, but it was perfect in Kurt's eyes, even if he was still getting over morning drowsiness. "Now, was that so hard?" Kurt looked at Blaine, only affection in his eyes but decided to tease him. "Yes, yes it was. You owe me a pair of boots, you know" Blaine scoffed, playing along with Kurt's little charade as he pulled out the food. "We only walked for about five minutes, seriously. It's not like we hiked up Mount Everest." "You still owe me," Kurt mumbled. With that, Blaine burst into laughter as he handed Kurt the pasta he had made for him. "Why are you so joyful this morning?" Blaine looked at Kurt with a quizzical look, the laugh lines still there from his previous laughter, the beaming smile still there as he opened the contained with his sandwich in it. "Well, what's there not to be joyful about? I had a wonderful time in Texas, I have a wonderful mother, and my father's lightening up a bit to the idea of me being out and proud. And I've got the best boyfriend anyone could want. What's there not to love?"
Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, recognizing the warm hazel and the glow that was always there. He did look really happy, the happiest he's seen him actually, yet for reasons that were so small. Well, maybe they weren't that small. Maybe they were great, complex things that Blaine cherishes because of how happy those things make him. He doesn't have a father like Burt, but to hear their family making progress made Kurt's heart beam just a little bit more. It was nice to now, that Blaine might be in a safe environment not only at school, but at home now. Sure, his father isn't jumping on the "I'm proud my son's gay" boat anytime soon, but at least there's that little tinge of progress. It gives hope really. For Kurt to be apart of Blaine's life just makes it a bit more special.
"Anyway, we should probably get started on this food, before it rots." Kurt was snapped out of his thoughts at that moment, thinking that he should have said something, Given Blaine an answer, but then he though, no. The answer was all in the look that the two shared only a few seconds ago. Before Blaine had spoken, they were connecting on a whole new level, a moment preciously shared between them. It sounds cheesy, but It's true. Moments like these should always be shared.
A few minutes passed as they ate in silence, only listening to the birds chirping, and a plane flying overhead. It was an awkward silence, really, as if the two didn't know exactly what to say. And it was true. They didn't know what to say to each other so they finished their food in silence and Blaine put the containers away without muttering a word. Kurt shifted uncomfortably. Blaine has never been this quiet in ages, and it made Kurt worry. "Are you alright Blaine?" The smaller boy looked up at that moment, a smirk on his face, as if something devious was about to ensue. Instead, the expression was replaced with on of mock horror. "Oh no! The shadow man is coming just over the hill! We have to build up our defenses!" He hopped up, grabbing a few sticks from the ground and scattering them across the floor. Kurt continues to stay in his sitting position, wondering why Blaine was acting so childish today. He's usually so calm and collected. So…mature. Instead he was running around frantically like a little child, shouting that the shadow man is coming closer. It puzzled him, and instead of playing along, he shouted, "Why are you being so childish, Blaine?" The dark haired boy stopped at that moment and looked at Kurt, but for only a split second before he latched on to the back of his shirt and half dragged himself backwards. "You have to help me! The shadow man's got me." He kept on repeating this as Kurt continued to shake his head and tell him that he doesn't like playing around. After a while, Blaine's voice started to fade out to a low whimpering noise, his eyes filled with sadness. It was heart breaking, but it puzzled Kurt as to why Blaine took a one eighty in emotion.
"You're supposed to help me." That one line. That one line was the one thing that struck Kurt as odd. Blaine never asked for help. He was supposed to be the one that helped and supported others, never the other way around. It was as if he was a whole other person. He looked so defeated though, an emotion that Kurt had to give in for, because he wanted to hear Blaine's laughter again. So, with a defying yell, and a stick in hand, Kurt charged at the 'shadow man' and stood in front of Blaine. It was definitely out of his character, but he just wanted to see that smile on his boyfriend's face again. "Get away from my boyfriend, you scoundrel!" He battled with the imaginary force as Blaine shouted 'words of encouragement' in the background. With a defiant nod, Kurt turned around to look at Blaine, a mock annoyed look on his face. Blaine was sitting on the picnic blanket at the moment, legs in Indian style and a loving smile on his face. Kurt walked patiently over, sitting beside him and resting his head on the boy's shoulder.
He didn't bother to ask any questions on Blaine's sudden change in character, since knowing Blaine he'll probably tell him when he's ready.
"You still owe me, you know. For the boots and for the fact that I just saved your life." Kurt could feel the happiness enveloping Blaine at that moment, no matter how odd it sounds. His aura just suddenly changed, yet again. Sooner or later, they were enveloped in a tender kiss, Kurt's heart thumping a little bit too loudly. Blaine pulled apart, a wide smile spread across his face, his forehead touching Kurt's.
"Was that enough?"
"Perfect."
They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, in perfect serenity and peace. The sun was shining perfectly, and there was no bustling crowd to bother them. It was truly only them, and just them. Until Kurt broke the silence. "How'd you get a key to my house anyway?" At that, Blaine broke into a fit of laughter, falling back on his back as Kurt just stared at him lovingly. It was the perfect scene, something so simple and serene that couldn't be replaced. It was absolutely perfect.