It was a car accident, he finds out. A very tired truck driver who fell asleep behind the wheel, causing Kurt to swerve suddenly, only to have him crash into another car.
Nearly a week has passed since he woke up and his dad has come to see him every day. He seemed to be there every time Kurt opened his eyes. No one else came, though. He spoke on the phone with Finn and Carole, who live in Lima and couldn't come see him.
He lives in L.A., which had made him feel very important, even if it isn't New York. Sure, he would have loved to be in the city that never sleeps, but L.A. is a great second choice. If nothing else, it means he walks among celebrities, goes where they go, and maybe he's even had the chance to meet some of them! He wants to ask his dad, but feels a bit shy about bringing it up. Also, whenever he realizes how much he has forgotten, it makes him depressed, so he avoids talking more to his dad about it. Aside from the car accident and living in L.A., he hasn't been told much more. He has yet to meet Blaine, who is not in the city (The state? The country? Kurt isn't sure). His dad told him how he called while Kurt was asleep and left a message saying he would be back in about 10 days, which still gives Kurt a few days to prepare for when he arrives. Not that he thinks he could actually ever be ready. At least he won't be on a hospital bed.
He is going home today; to his actual house, which he, of course, can't remember. His dad is going to stay with him until Blaine arrives, though, which is a relief. They drive through the city and Kurt pays attention in the beginning, trying to memorize the way, the names of the streets, and the commerce in the area. It's not long before he gives up, though. It is way too much for him to remember, and he is once again reminded of his limitation. His interest perks up later, however, when they enter a neighborhood with the biggest and most beautiful houses he has ever seen.
Oh my god! Do they belong to celebrities? They must! I have to ask dad to come here again sometime. See if there's a nearby café or bakery. How spectacular it would be to meet a celebrity in a fancy bakery!
The car stops in front of a gate and Kurt frowns.
Why are we stopping here?
Burt opens the window and presses an intercom, announcing they have arrived. The gates are opened and Kurt's jaw drops at the sight. In front of him is a beautiful manor with Spanish arcs on the front, a wide porch and a stunningly flowered front garden.
I live here?
"I live here?"
"Yes. Do you like it?"
"It's amazing! It looks like… I don't know… A celebrity's house!"
"Well, Blaine is sort of famous…"
"What? Really? You didn't tell me that! Why is he famous?"
"You didn't seem like you wanted to know more. And I didn't want to push you too much. He's an actor."
"Like… In movies? He's a movie star?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"Shut up!"
"What? That's rude Kurt, why did you say that?"
"No, I meant like… Seriously?"
"Oh, right. I forgot that used to be a slang. Yes, seriously."
Burt parks the car as a young girl dressed in a uniform comes out of the house. Burt helps Kurt out of the car and introduces her as Andrea, the housemaid. Kurt smiles and extends his hand.
"Hello, Andrea. I'm sorry I don't remember you. I don't really remember anyone at the moment."
The girl gives him a tight smile and hesitantly takes the offered hand. "It's no problem, sir," she says in a barely audible voice.
Wow. She must be really shy. Or maybe she just doesn't know how to handle this situation. Well, I guess that makes two of us already.
His dad escorts him inside and he is, once again, mesmerized. He is standing in a huge hall, with staircases on both sides. His dad explains that beyond the closed doors ahead is a living room with glass doors that lead to the swimming pool outside. Somewhere around them there is also a kitchen, an office, and a private cinema. Upstairs held the bedrooms and bathrooms, as well as a gym. Kurt feels like a kid on Christmas morning, with a huge house to explore, or play with, for that matter. He feels like running from room to room, but tries to contain his excitement in front of his dad as much as he can.
"Can we see the rest? I don't want to get lost if I want a glass of water in the middle of the night."
"But, sir, if you need a glass of water you just call me and I'll bring it to you. There's no need for you getting out of bed."
Kurt makes a face. That made no sense. "That's absurd. Why would I ask you to get out of bed in the middle of the night to get me some water?"
"Oh. I'm sorry, sir."
"It's okay. You don't need to apologize."
My, she's really sensitive. I'll have to remember that.
"How long have you been working here?"
"Two months, sir."
"And you still call me 'sir'?"
The girl blushes slightly. "How would you like me to call you, sir?"
"Well, not 'sir' would be great. Just 'Kurt' is ok. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. I'm not used to having a maid; or living in a house so big, as a matter of fact."
Burt, who was watching the interaction silently, motions for Kurt to follow him. "This way, son. I don't know half the house myself. It's way too big for me. I have no idea why you need all this stuff. Let's explore together. Andrea, why don't you take a rest? We'll call you later if we need you."
The girl nods and bows slightly before rushing away.
"She's… Peculiar. Very formal, isn't she?"
"Yeah, she's like that with me too. Now, let's see. I'll show you only the basics, okay? Living room first!"
Kurt holds his breath as he enters the spacious living room, with a high ceiling and elegant decoration. The furniture is clean and simple, in black, white and hues of gray and it all seems as though it was taken right out of a 50's movie.
This is so ME! I must have been the one who decorated it! I must have decorated the whole house! No, more than that! I CHOSE this house!
He grins as he takes in the obscenely large couches and the comfortable-looking armchairs, the patterned floor and the bar on the corner, with high stools.
We must throw a lot of parties in here. I bet we have many friends and a very busy social life!
He turns to the other side of the room and, once again, his jaw drops. Above a fireplace (which Kurt finds really odd –isn't L.A. supposed to be warm?), occupying most of the left wall, is a huge portrait of a good looking man, straight black hair and dark green eyes that seem even more pronounced by his thick eyebrows. He has a straight nose and full lips upon a cleanly shaved face with a strong jaw line. The portrait fits well with the whole classic design of the house, and the man in it is definitely nothing less than stunning.
"So… How do you like your husband?"
Kurt's eyes widen.
"That's Blaine? He's… Wow! He is… Well, I clearly have good taste."
Burt chuckles. He has long since stopped being uncomfortable talking about men with Kurt, but that doesn't mean he likes hearing about it either.
Kurt gets closer to the wall. On the mantelpiece are several small frames, this time containing actual pictures. The first one shows Blaine with another guy, slightly older, which Kurt assumes is a brother (though they don't look that much alike). In the second frame is a picture of Blaine smiling widely in front of the Coliseum and the third one shows his husband on a stage. The fourth and last one is the only one that shows Kurt. The couple is together in front of the Eiffel Tower (I hope that was the honeymoon!). They are standing side by side with huge smiles on their faces. It is easy to see Blaine is a lot shorter than him, but his dad was right, it doesn't make him any less good-looking.
"Ready to see the rest?"