Chapter Four: Familiar Things

For a while, Blaine was sure he wouldn't be able to sleep. It was bad enough he had the touch of Peyton's skin, the warmth of her lips and the weight of her body to keep him awake. The persistent thought that his old self would sneak back in bothered him, too. Blaine felt guilty for wanting to discover no memories come Saturday morning. But the more he thought of it, the more Blaine knew that such selfishness was a trait of his old self. He needed to be better.

He did eventually sleep and, as far as he was aware, had no dreams. The next morning when he searched his mind and found nothing, he felt more helpless than relieved. However Blaine felt about his old memories, Liv and Major were counting on them. He was a little stunned when Peyton took his hand and led him into her room.

"I wanted to remember," he told her once the door was closed.

"I know," she assured him, pressing against him and pressing kisses against his neck. He tilted his head with a sigh, shivering a little feeling her hand slide up under his shirt. "It's not your fault it didn't work."

Blaine pulled away from her lips so he could look in her eyes. "How can you see good in me?"

"Someone has to," Peyton answered, leaning in for a kiss. Blaine pressed back, pulling her against him.

The memory serum hadn't worked, yet there was something very familiar about being with Peyton like this. And it wasn't just that he probably had sex before; it was Peyton specifically. Yet even then, Blaine knew this was different from that other moment. With every touch and kiss, Blaine hoped he was giving Peyton good memories to cancel out whatever bad happened between them before.

Later a song popped into Blaine's head while he was in the shower. This was not an unusual occurrence: once he heard a song on the radio once or twice, Blaine could remember it and transpose it to the piano. But this one he was fairly sure he never heard on the radio before. Why did he know this melody? How could the words be so clear to him? Bright are the stars that shine. Dark is the sky. I know this love of mine will never die.

Peyton was waiting for him with a fresh cup of coffee. Liv was waiting too, her expression expectant and hopeful. "I didn't remember anything," he said before she could even ask. He took the coffee so he could focus on that rather than Liv's crestfallen expression.

"Nothing?" she echoed, almost pleading.

"Well..." Blaine swallowed down more coffee. "A song came to me while I was in the shower that I don't think I heard before." Liv only stared in response, both eyebrows raised. "I know you were hoping for more," Blaine continued apologetically. "But that's all I've got. I'm not even sure it's from before I took the cure."

"Okay," Liv sighed out after a long silence. "I'll tell Ravi."

Blaine felt a little awkward after that, so after a few sips of coffee he saw himself out. Peyton called to him and he waited for her at the door.

"Hey. I don't think she blames you. She's just really worried about what this means for her and Major."

"I know," Blaine assured her. He reached for her hand. "And this is probably a bad time, but... you know how you said we weren't a couple?" This time Peyton's eyebrows were the ones going up. Blaine used his grip on her hand to pull her a little closer. "How would you feel if we were one now?"

Blaine might not know where that song came from, but he did know he was thinking of Peyton when it popped up. He didn't have the memories to back it up, but Blaine sensed he never felt this way about someone before.

Peyton drew herself closer still, tilting her head to press a kiss on his mouth. "I'd feel pretty good," she whispered against his lips. She pulled back, her smile turning a bit more teasing. "You'll have to tell me later what song you remembered."

"Come by the lounge tonight," Blaine invited her. "I'll sing it for you."

Peyton snuck in one more kiss. "It's a date." She slipped away and Blaine made his way back to the funeral home, humming that song along the way.