Chapter 4: Repeat


"Hey."

Blaine opened his eyes slowly, allowing the world around him to come in focus. He hadn't remembered falling asleep, he definitely didn't remember falling asleep in Dolton.

"Blaine wake up, you're going to be late," The voice persisted and with a couple of confused blinks Blaine slowly got up out of bed.

"Seriously Blaine, it's already eight in the morning, let's go. I don't want to go to history without-" Kurt cut off mid sentence as Blaine opened the door looking at Kurt dazed.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked slowly, his eyes searching frantically around him as he tried to convince himself that this was reality.

That this wasn't a dream, that this was reality, and that his mom was still alive.

"Blaine, maybe you should sit down, you look a little pale," Kurt said slowly, eyeing him and he enclosed Blaine's hand in his own, leading him to the bed Blaine had just vacated. "Do I need to get Wes-"

Blaine broke out in a toothy grin. This had to be real.

That hell was just a shitty dream.

"No! No, I'm fine, sorry I just-well, I overslept didn't I? Give me like four minutes," Blaine's words rushed out as he leapt off his bed and grabbed his uniform. He slammed the door to the bathroom shut and began to shred off his nightclothes when something in the trashcan caught his eye.

His razor.

Wes had thrown that away in his dream, why was it there now? Blaine quickly shoved up the sleeves of his sweatshirt and looked at the scared but healed skin on his wrist. Nothing new. It had been a dream.

But if so, then why was that there?

"Blaine!" Kurt called from the other room, "We're late!"

Blaine ripped off his sweatshirt and pulled on the shirt in his hand, his heart stopping as he looked in the mirror.

Oh God no.

"Blaine!"

No.

"Blaine Anderson!" Kurt's calls didn't stop and slowly Blaine opened the bathroom door, his heart stopping.

"Blaine Anderson!" Kurt had turned into his mother, arms crossed and frown etched on her face. "We're going to be late."

"Mom?" Blaine whispered taking a step forward and looking around the room that had transformed into his old room at their house outside New York City. He hadn't seen it since he was eleven, right before he transferred to St. Edwards.

"Oh, Blaine!" His mother cried crouching down in front of him and fixing his tie, "You've tied this all wrong. Where's your father when we need him, him?"

"Probably screwing a secretary," Blaine said under his breath, regretting it the instant his mother's face dropped.

"Blaine Darren Anderson, you will not speak of your father like that. Now lets go, you'll be late if we don't leave right his instant," his mother sighed dramatically, grabbing her son's hand and pulling him through the door.

And into a graveyard.

Blaine looked around; it was pitch black except from the lone full moon.

"Mom?" He called out, lost, but no one answered and as far as Blaine could see, he was lone.

He walked a couple of feet forward until his foot collided with a gravestone that was sitting crooked on top of a mound of freshly turned dirt.

Heart pounding Blaine crouched down, bringing his face close to the engraving to make out the name engraved in the stone.

Nathan Brandon Anderson

No.

Blaine awoke with a start, his heart pounding and his hands clutching his temples to try to ease the searing pain.

"Blaine?" David asked urgently and Blaine looked around frantically, reality hitting him full force. He cried out in pain as he dug his fingers into his temple.

"Blaine?" Jacob whispered groggily, waking up and moving his head from Joey's shoulder, "Are you alright-"

"Pull over!" Blaine wheezed loudly and the driver pulled over to the side of the highway without hesitation. Blaine frantically opened the door and struggled out of the car, collapsing as he reached the dirt next to the road.

Panting he continued to squeeze his temples, hard enough to eliminate the pain, to eliminate the memory that was on repeat in his head.

"Blaine?" He heard his little brother call from the car, but a hush from Joey kept the kid at bay. Joey knew he needed space.

So thank God for Joey.

Blaine took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he crouched in the dirt next to a major high way. He was pathetic.

He reached into his pocket and retrieved his cell-phone, and without a second thought, or any thought at all, he held down number four.

Until a boy answered.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, and even through the phone Blaine relished the high pitch greeting, "Are you okay?"

Blaine chose to ignore that question.

"Did you talk to your dad?" The question escaped from Blaine's mouth quickly and Kurt drew in a long breath on the other side of the line.

"Yes," Kurt said slowly, as if searching for words, "And I can come, soon, tonight. I will be there by tonight Blaine, trust me. There's just, a small thing. Not great news."

Blaine held his breath as he waited for Kurt to continue.

"I can't go alone. Finn will be there."

Blaine let out a long breath, relief washing over him. That was it? That was the bad news. He smiled, and then the smile turned into loud, barking laughs the scared him probably as much as they scared Kurt.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, his voice crackling through the cell phone but Blaine continued to laugh, losing his breath and gasping in-between sporadic barks of laughter.

What was wrong with him?

A minute of harsh laughing later and Blaine had gathered his breathe long enough to reply.

"That's fine. Lima's on our way to the airport. We'll pick you up. Don't go anywhere."

Blaine didn't wait for an answer, and hung up promptly, dragging himself up off the ground and brushing the dirt off his uniform he still had on. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked back to the limo, straightening his posture and wiping the tears from his eyes.

He was a man on a mission now.

He was going to get his Kurt.

And that memory on repeat could be pushed aside. For now.


AN: 12 Hour car rides mean lots of writing. Also, thinking about making a prologue one shot(s) to go with this story? Thoughts? Comments? Complaints? Let me know. Reviews are always appreciated.