So, I'm not very good at keeping active but I hope you still like this. I was a little annoyed because the project: "Klaine Book Project" threatened me after I told them that their book was stupid for not accepting me, and carried out their threat to silence me. Please do not trust these people, please do not buy these books, thank you.
And now onto Chapter Three!
Chapter Three
Eric sat up slowly, "Who are you?"
Kurt sat there speechless as he looked at Blaine, watching him, trying to ignore all of his own impulses. Blaine was this way because of a memory condition that hadn't been diagnosed yet. In Blaine's head he was known as Prince Eric, who probably had some kind of relationship with Triton's favorite daughter, and Kurt was an unknown.
"That's uh…kind of hard to explain," Kurt replied awkwardly, he looked at the man he loved more than anybody and tried to think of the right way to handle this situation.
Food!
Okay, that was good and food and shelter and somewhere for him to wash clothes or get some new clothes should have been an obvious priority. What Blaine needed was somewhere where he could be safe, well…they did have Finn's old room where Blaine could probably stay if they got him washed up a bit and then Kurt would take care of him by doing everything he could possibly think of, he just needed Blaine…or Eric…to be okay.
"Who are you?" Eric repeated and Kurt was brought back to the immediate situation.
"As I said before he's your fiancee," Tina tried to explain as she looked to Kurt who nodded.
"Yeah, a kind of useless one in a lot of ways, but a man who loves you very deeply. I'm Kurt Hummel, I'm…"
"twenty one years old, a student at NYADA, living in New York, favorite popular singer is Lady Gaga, idol is Patti Lupone," Eric replied as Kurt stared at him. He saw a haunted look cross over Eric's face, had he not remembered those facts until they had just rolled off his tongue?
"Y-Yeah," Kurt nodded as he looked at the gleam in Eric's eyes as he seemed even more afraid. Kurt but a gentle hand on Blaine's wrist, "Don't worry, I…."
"speak French, have experience with sai swords, ran for student council president, have a tattoo reading 'It Has Bette Midler', love kicking your legs in the air when performing, are on top the majority of the time."
Eric clung tighter to himself as Kurt pulled back, nodding slowly.
It was sweet that Blaine still remembered him, but the thing was it didn't seem that Eric was consciously aware of how well Blaine knew him.
"E-ric" Kurt tried gently, "Yes, I am your fiancee or rather I am Blaine Anderson's fiancee and you used to be him, but at some point you lost your memories. I'd like you to come to my parent's house with me, no one is there at the moment because my dad and step mother are in Washington. It would just be the two of us and Tina," he looked at the woman who was just as shaken up as he was, "and we can get you something to eat, get you into a hot bath, get some clothes for you to wear, and we can talk. Please just allow us to help you out," Kurt knew his body was shaking as he spoke but his dad had always told him to be strong and take on challenges head on. "I promise I won't touch you," he said as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
"What do you say?" Tina asked as she held Kurt's hand tightly, she had never needed his friendship more.
"Don't I smell too bad for that?" Eric asked.
Kurt shook his head, closing his eyes as he remembered words that brought him to the edge of breaking down.
You smell homeless, Brett, homeless
"It doesn't matter at all," Kurt said nervously, "Eric, we just want to help you. I have always loved you, ever since the day we met and I'm not telling you that we have to be together right now or in the future if you don't want to," though Kurt really hoped that Eric would want to, "all I want to do is make sure that you're alright, that more than anything, that you're alive."
"Okay," Eric nodded as Kurt stood and reached his hand out for Eric's.
"Let's just get you ho—-safe" Kurt said sadly as he and Tina managed to get Blaine back to the Hummel house.
xoxoxox
"Tina! I'm coming in!" Kurt called out an hour later with a bag of clothes that he had taken from the things Blaine had left behind at his house (being a frequent after hours guest, Kurt knew how to get in and pass security).
He opened the door to the bathroom to see Eric sitting on the toilet, his body clean from what Kurt bet was the second bath and all of the bones showing through his body. Eric didn't seem to be too upset about them seeing him naked, but those were probably values you had to lose when you lived on the street.
"Okay, so I've got some great things here," he smiled as he put the bag on the ground and started to open it, "We've got some vests, a couple pairs of pants, a lot of shirts, socks, underwear, bow ties," he said as he lifted the one Blaine had with the little Christmas trees.
"We lived in a chateau in the Swiss alps," Eric smiled before breaking down laughing, "Wow, so…so I'm crazy….I've lost it…Swiss alps…"
"but we did," Kurt smiled softly, "You remembered that correctly, of course it was only for one night and we had a bunch of people join us, but for that one night, that one TV show we were holiday roommates."
"I was just about to help Eric shave and maybe Kurt his hair for him," Tina said softly before Kurt stood.
"No, I'll do that," he looked at Eric, "Can I? I'll be very gentle, but after you've picked out some clothes and are wearing them, I'd really like to"
Eric nodded, "Yeah, maybe…maybe it'll bring something back," he whispered as Kurt showed him the clothes and helped him put them on once he realized how weak he was. Kurt smelled mouth wash on Eric's breath as he put the shaving cream on his face. "Tell me if this hurts," he whispered as he got beside him and held the scissors close to Eric's face.
He needed the closeness even if it was only a close shave.
