I'm sorry that this chapter is a little bland, but I have a pretty awesome chapter four set up for you. Hint: THERE'S WARBLERS. lol, I adore the Jeff/Nick bromance!

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Chapter Three

Blaine's POV

Kurt and I sat in the back of Lydia's sleek black car for the drive home. I was staring out my window, watching trees and buildings fly by, waiting for something to feel familiar. When nothing did, I suddenly felt very alone. For the first time since waking up, I was scared. Terrified, even. I turned to look at Kurt, who was staring out of the window on his side. He seemed lost in thought. I noticed that his hand lay between us, facedown, fingers splayed out in different directions, very relaxed and calm. I didn't understand how he didn't feel the panic that was building up inside me. It seemed to consume everything.

My hand seemed to move of its own accord when it grabbed Kurt's. Kurt jumped a little in his seat, (which was so adorable I almost forgot about the panic consuming me,) but then laced his fingers through mine gently. He looked up to meet my eyes. I didn't realize that I was crying until he slowly lifted his hand up to wipe a tear off of my cheek. I whispered to him, "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Blaine, honey," Kurt said softly. Slightly louder he said, "Now I've never been to your house, so we can learn where everything is together, okay?"

"Okay," I nodded slowly. I wondered how serious we were if he had never actually been to my house. Though he apparently knew my sister. But how? "Um, Kurt?"

"Yea?"

"Do we all go to school together?"

Kurt shook his head. "We go to McKinley, but you used to go to Dalton Academy School for Boys, and Lydia goes to Westerville High."

"Oh," I said. Now I understood why the word Dalton was printed across my shirt. "Why don't Lydia and I both go to Westerville High?"

"Because… um…" Kurt seemed torn on whether or not he should explain.

"Was I expelled?" I guessed.

"No," Lydia spoke up. "But we'll talk about all of that later. Right now we're almost home."

I looked back out my window. The houses here were much bigger than most, and they were all gated. Lydia pulled up to one, and pressed a button inside her car. A pair of gates opened, and we began to drive down a thin stretch of road leading up to the house. I stared at it. It was huge, maybe three stories with high ceilings, and covered in grey-brown bricks. I waited to feel a sting of recognition, but everything still seemed new to me. I sighed softly. Lydia parked the car, hers the only one in the driveway.

We got out of the car, approaching the front door together. Lydia unlocked it and stepped inside. Kurt and I followed her in. I didn't even get a chance to look around when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to my right. It was a mirror.

In the background of the mirror, I could see Kurt glancing around the front hall. But in the forefront of the mirror was another boy. This one was shorter, with dark curly hair and bright brown eyes. But the longer I looked, the more I noticed other things. The bruise-like circles under the boys eyes. The abnormally pale colour of his face. His curls seemed even more hectic than what should have been possible. And his eyes, though bright, seemed very tired underneath their sparkle. I slowly reached my hand toward the boy in the mirror, and as I did, he did the same. It was me. Again, no recognition. I looked down at my hands. They didn't feel like they should be mine. I stood there like that for a moment longer, before Kurt took one of those hands, and gently tugged my away from the mirror, so that I could look around my home.

The walls were an off-white that you could just tell someone had spent hours picking out. The floor was all hardwood, and the ceiling stretched high above my head. Hallways spread out in all different directions. Directly in front of us was a huge staircase. I sighed, just thinking of the energy it would take to walk through it all.

"Can we do this later?" I asked softly. "I'm really tired."

Lydia said, "Sure, Blaine. Your room is up the stairs and on the right. You and Kurt can find it. I have to go make some calls. Just yell if you need anything, okay?"

I nodded, and started up the staircase. The stairs were wide enough that Kurt could walk beside me. We made it to the top just as my head began to hurt. I turned to the first door on the right and opened it. The room had dark blue walls, and a messy bed. The walls were plastered with sports posters. I wrinkled my nose. "You don't think this is my room, do you?"

Kurt shook his head, "Definitely not. It's probably your brother's. His name is Kevin and he's twenty, and engaged to a homophobic bitch named Sophie. But that's a whole other story. Let's try the next room."

I tried not to think too hard about the fact that there was more family I was forgetting, and just opened the door next to Kevin's room. It was a bathroom. I opened the next one. Its walls we painted a very pale blue, with a bed against the centre of the far wall. To the right of the bed was an acoustic guitar, leaned against the wall, it's case closed beside it. To the left of the bed was a chair facing us. In front of the chair was a keyboard. There were no actual posters on the walls, but there was random pieces of sheet music pinned up in some spots. What looked to be a uniform was crumpled up on the floor. The room also contained a desk with a computer on top of it, a short but wide bookcase, and a tall wardrobe.

"I like this room," I said quietly.

"So do I," Kurt whispered. "I bet this one's yours."

I wandered over to the bed. Sitting on the edge, I hastily untied my converse and kicked them off. I shoved the covers out of my way, and slid down, yanking them back up over me. "You can go do something with Lydia, if you want. I'm just going to sleep now, since I feel like I might pass out."

"I think I'll stay here, if you don't mind. Though you might want to take your contacts out before you fall asleep." Kurt advised.

"Um…how?" I asked, sitting back up.

Kurt instructed me how, and after a few attempts I got it right. "Thanks," I said, laying back down, and yawning in the process. I closed my eyes. I heard Kurt sit down, flick the keyboard on, and slowly begin to play a soft song. "Kurt?" I whispered. "I'm sorry I forget you."

His voice sounded a bit shaky as he replied, "Just go to sleep, Blaine." I heard him sniff, and I knew he was crying, but before I could comfort him, I drifted off into sleep.

When I woke up, the room was silent. I reached onto the night stand and found a pair of glasses that I slipped on. I didn't feel like dealing with the contacts again. I found a clock on the wall after some glancing around, and saw that it was 9. There were no windows in here, so I didn't know if that was 9 in the morning or 9 at night. I got out of bed. I didn't feel like getting changed, so I just stayed in the clothes that Lydia had brought to the hospital earlier.

Slowly, I approached the piano, remembering the soft song Kurt had been playing earlier. On the floor beside the piano was a thick binder. I picked it open, and began flipping through it. It was all sheet music. I removed a song that was four sheets long and put them on the built-in stand that jutted out from the top of the piano. I stared at it for a second, and then started to play. Slowly at first, and then faster. I didn't even feel as though I was reading the music. I just knew it. Soon enough, I wasn't even paying attention to the sheets in front of me; I was just playing the song by memory. Something was unlocked inside me, as I played, and I forgot things, but in a good way. I forgot where I was, or the still lingering panic from earlier. My hands felt firmly mine.

I glanced up when I knew the song was done, and I saw Kurt standing in my doorway, beaming. I was happy that my playing made Kurt happy, so I began to play another song. I didn't know what it was called, but it was more upbeat that the last. Kurt smiled even wider, so I guess he recognized it.

Suddenly one line I played felt very familiar. I stopped, and played it again. And then a third time, slower than the other two. Words popped into my head: we can dance…until we die…you and I… will be young forever. I played it one last time, this time singing those words. Kurt was positively beaming now. "Was that right?" I asked. Kurt nodded.

Suddenly a memory overtook me. I was singing, staring at Kurt. I had just met him, but God, he was so beautiful. He grinned at me, and I slowly grinned back, wishing I was wearing something more flattering that the Dalton uniform. Oh, well. I'd have to pull him in with my voice. I could already feel myself start to fall in love with him.

"Blaine?" Kurt's voice brought me back to the present. "Are you okay?"

I grinned. "I remember meeting you now, Kurt. I was singing that song… what's it called?"

"Teenage Dream," Kurt looked like he was about to cry in happiness.

"Yeah, that. And you were super happy. But then you called my name and I came back."

Kurt bit his lip. "Sorry. I don't think I was supposed to do tat. At least, that's what the doctor said."

"That's okay. Do you want to try exploring the house now?"

"Sure," Kurt said. He held out his hand, and I took it, allowing him to help me up.

No regrets, just love.