So, I can't sleep (I personally blame staceysthings and beizy), because even though I haven't watched 6.05/6.06, I watched Glee last night because I ACTUALLY thought that Klaine was going to get back together. That little experience made me realize that I don't want to see a single episode from 6.08 onwards because I don't trust that show not to hurt me with even 2% of my heart.
However, I really hope you like this, I personally thought it was really cute and it stopped me thinking about ways I could end my life. I don't think I will, but it was good to think about. Any~way, enjoy.
Chapter Two
Tina crouched there speechless, tears pricking her eyes as she looked at her friend. What had happened to him? Why had their old Glee club director ignored him? Anyone could see four things about the man in front of her. First, he was Blaine Anderson. Second, he was homeless. Third, he was most likely ill. Fourth, he needed help.
Hadn't Will Schuester always promised to help them whenever they needed it? Wasn't the New Directions a family?
She nervously placed a hand on his shoulder, ignoring the smell that surrounded her.
"Uh, you are. Blaine, can't you remember me?" More tears, why did she have such a hard time not crying, "In high school we were best friends, we did everything together during our senior year, I asked you to Sadie Hawkins."
"Such a pretty young thing as you are asked someone like me?" he smiled which quickly turned into a cough. "I think you have the wrong person sweetheart."
Tina's mouth fell open again, why couldn't Blaine remember her? Why was he out here in the first place? Had he left Kurt? Had they broken up? She didn't see how that was possible, yes, they had arguments and problems in their relationship, but only some bunch of shitty cynical writers for a show that deserved to crash and burn would predict that they would break up before their wedding.
She looked down trying hard not to crumble, "Did…you lose your memories?" she asked weakly. She blinked hard in an attempt to stop the tears that were making their way down her cheeks. "You're one of my best friends."
'Blaine' took a deep breath in, "I was in the hospital a month or two ago, they told me I had hit my head quite badly, everything before that is a gigantic blur," he admitted sadly.
Tina quickly looked through the pictures on her phone. She found one where she was posing with Artie, Rachel, Kurt, and Mercedes. It was quite recent as they had taken it after they had lost Nationals in her senior year.
"Do you remember anyone here?" she asked, showing him the photo. She tapped on the screen so that it zoomed in on Kurt's face, "Do you remember him?"
'Blaine' looked at the phone, studying it with great concentration. He saw Kurt's smiling face. That face was often in his dreams, often taking care of him, but then the dream would blur and he would lose track of what this man looked like. He sat up and stared at the photo some more. "That is a man…that I think I saw. He did a production of…of Aladdin or something."
Tina took another breath in, "Peter Pan," she corrected him.
"That must be why he was flying," 'Blaine' replied, he looked at the picture again before Tina took the phone away and managed to find a picture of Blaine and Kurt in quite a romantic and intimate pose. "Do you remember this?" she asked as she showed Blaine the graduation gown he had worn and how supportive and excited Kurt had been before Blaine moved to New York.
'Blaine' frowned, "Was he my boyfriend?" he asked before looking away, "I didn't think I was loved, I thought that's why I was alone with no one looking for me."
"He was more than that, Blaine." Tina zoomed in on Kurt's hand, showing Blaine the engagement ring that Kurt had always worn so proudly. "You two were engaged, you were planning on getting married in December."
'Blaine' shook his head, "Then he broke up with me," he said as he looked at his hand. "I never had an engagement ring, you really must have the wrong person." He looked down and inhaled deeply, the sound of sickness coating his breath. "That name you just used, I don't like it," he said quickly. He held out his hand, "I'm Eric."
Tina slowed her breathing as she stared at 'Eric', "Okay, Eric." Tina knew her voice was full of pain and confusion, but she needed to at least talk to Eric, convince him that Kurt was real and would never break up with him. "Kurt didn't do that, I think he's been really worried about you. I think that he'd like to see you."
Eric gazed at Tina, studying her, he shook his head and lay back down on the cold, unforgiving, Ohio street.
Tina quickly took a picture of him. It definitely exposed him as being homeless, but she was willing to let Kurt know that. She typed quickly, I found Blaine, he's suffered amnesia, doesn't know who he is.
She clicked send and waited, hoping for a positive response.
Two minutes after she had sent the picture, her phone rang. She had a hint of a smile as she saw Kurt's number.
"Hi,"she answered, but was prevented from saying anything more because of Kurt's panicked voice.
"Where is he? Is he sick? Are you with him? Please tell me he's okay! I'm going to go to the airport right now, please keep him safe until I get there!" he yelled and Tina heard the sound of things getting thrown into a bag. That was certainly unusual for Kurt, his designer outfits might not survive getting crammed into a bag.
"I found him on the street," she replied, absentmindedly running her fingers through Eric's filthy curls. "I'm with him right now. I'm not sure if he's sick, but it would probably be wise to have him checked over by a doctor."
Tina looked at Blaine, watching him as he fell asleep.
"Please, Tina, please stay with him" Kurt begged, "Just until I can get there. I need him to be okay, please don't lose him." Tina heard the sound of the Bushwick loft's door getting shut and Kurt hurrying down steps. "I'll do anything to repay you, just keep him safe and keep in contact with me. I'm on my way to the airport right now. Four hours, that's the maximum it should take. Buy him something to eat you, buy him anything he wants to get him to stay, I'll reimburse you, I promise."
Tina knew that Kurt was panicking, but she also knew that no matter what she would find it next to impossible to leave Blaine on the street alone.
"I have no intention of doing that," she attempted to assure him, "I'll keep him safe, just please keep me updated with your movements."
"Of course, of course," Kurt nodded despite Tina not being able to see him as he grabbed a taxi, "I'll be there as soon as I can. Thank you, I really owe you Tina."
"It's nothing," Tina replied, once again running her fingers through Blaine's curls.
xoxoxoxo
It had taken two and a half hours for Kurt to make it to Ohio and Tina was surprised that Blaine had never moved. She had come up with a list of reasons to make sure that he stayed with her in her head, but now that Kurt was nearly there she had trouble limiting them to only the ones that made sense.
As soon as he had landed, Kurt had called her, he had half begged and half demanded to be informed of where Blaine was, the exact street and Blaine's condition. Finally though Tina heard footsteps behind her and she took her hand off of Blaine's hot and clammy forehead and turned to where she heard a familiar pant.
"Blaine…" the brunette male breathed out slowly, Tina saw that he looked worse for the wear. His hair wasn't the usual coif that she recognized and his clothes didn't have that look of high fashion that Kurt was known for.
"He's calling himself Eric," Tina informed Kurt as Eric started to wake up.
Hearing the labored breath, Kurt immediately got down onto the ground and reached a hand out to place on Eric's shoulder. He wanted to be there for him, to take care of him, to offer him the spare room which had once been Finn's bedroom.
Blai—-Eric had to get off of these streets at once, he needed to get checked over by a doctor and Kurt needed him to be alright. When he saw the honey amber eyes, Kurt swallowed his fear and smiled kindly at Eric even though his heart was breaking.
"Hi there, my prince," he replied as Eric saw him. The majority of his expression was something of confusion, but behind the broken stare Kurt could see that Blaine knew him. Whether he had conscious knowledge of this however, Kurt didn't know yet.
"Hello grande non-fat mocha," he replied bewildered.
Kurt gasped, "You know my coffee order?" he asked. That meant something right? That had to mean something!
Eric sat up slowly, "Who are you?" he asked nervously.
