This chapter is Blaine's point of view. It starts the night Kurt told Blaine to leave. Oh, and I'm sorry! I know you all are probably really irritated with me for making Blaine's memory go away (well, only about Kurt. Because Kurt's the only one he forgot.) BUT DON'T KILL ME YET! :D

Chapter song: Broken – Lifehouse

CHAPTER 6

broken

"The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone,

I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home"

Blaine couldn't remember a time when his heart was crushed. Yeah, he'd been turned down by a few guys before. His Dad had basically spat in his face for whatever reason he hated Blaine at that given time... but he had never been just.. crushed like that. Blaine had built sturdy walls around his heart. Ever since he was tormented at his last school, he started building them. Brick by brick. It surprised him how fast it took for Kurt to crash them down. The moment he saw those piercing blue eyes set in a small, cold freezing face on that winter evening, he knew. He wanted Kurt so badly, he would do anything.

But he probably did too much.

Blaine parked his car and climbed out into the cold winter air with his bare hands shoved deep into his pockets. Why? Why did he do it? Why did he have to spend like, two hours trying to find and learn that dumb, stupid song.

And it was just stupid enough for Kurt to hate him. Blaine was sure of it.

He screwed up.

Blaine ran a hand through his hair nervously and fell back into the snow, letting it soak through his thin tan jacket and to his skin. He watched his breath swirl up around his face, trying to figure out what to do. He honestly didn't know how to make the situation better.

He needed one of his Gramma's cookies right about now.

The next week was pretty much torture for Blaine. Wes, David, and Jeff wouldn't leave him alone. "Dude, what's your problem?" "Hello, Earth to Blaine!" "Why didn't you show up for practice yesterday? Or the day before that?" He just wanted to tell them to shut up and leave. He understood that they were worried about him, but pestering just gets annoying.

"Dude, we have practice tonight. You better show up, or I'll hit you with my gavel of hitting." Wes pulled a gavel out of his pocket, which was no surprise to Blaine. He was pretty sure he polished those things every night.

"Okay." Blaine muttered.

It had been a week since his whole.. awkward incident with Kurt. He left about three voicemails, five texts, and had even considered writing a letter and putting it in the mail. Blaine sang through the Warblers practice like a ghost, not wanting to sing any songs about love or happiness. Well, they actually couldn't really get him to sing. Or talk. Or do anything. He just sat there with a blank expression on his face thinking "Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. I messed up. Kurt, Kurt, Kurt." He was pretty sure he said his thoughts out loud a few times, considering the odd looks he was getting.

Blaine went home that night because.. well, quite frankly, he had been kicked out of Dalton for a few days. He wouldn't answer the teachers, his friends were worried, and his grades dropped a bit. Like, a whole .1%. That was highly unusual for Blaine, so the headmaster told him to take a break and go do some studying at home. Maybe he was just overwhelmed.

Blaine was sitting at his desk, scrawling down words upon words until they formed poems, and then songs. He sat over at his piano and came up with melodies to the words. It was the only way Blaine knew to let his stress out. He gave up and fell into his bed about three hours into it. When he blinked his eyes back open, all he could see were those blue eyes staring at something far off. Blaine snaked his hand forward and laid it on another pale, thin hand.

"Kurt?" He whispered.

"Hey, Blaine." Blaine thought he might just roll over and just die from the effect that small smile gave him.

..I-I thought you would never come..." Blaine looked back up to Kurt's eyes.

"It seemed like you were in distress." Blaine sucked in his breath a little when Kurt reached up and playfully ruffled Blaine's mess of tangled black hair. Blaine hoped Kurt didn't see the blush creeping along his whole face.

"Yeah... Kurt, I'm.. sorry, I just.." The words stumbled out of Blaine's mouth.

"Blaine," Blaine leaned his forehead on Kurt's shoulder so lightly it was barely noticeable. "I'm so confused. We just met a week ago, I know hardly anything about you, and you can say the same about me.. but yes, you just make me go crazy, Blaine. I can't... figure it out."

Blaine couldn't believe this. Did this mean Kurt loved him too? He wanted to jump up and kiss Kurt square on the lips, but he held back.

"I feel the same way." He murmured.

He watched as Kurt stared off into space for another moment, absentmindedly twisting his hand around to intertwine it with Blaine's. Blaine grinned and said "C'mon. I'm thirsty, I'll show you around."

Blaine jumped out of the bed and tugged Kurt out of his doorway and into the hallway.

"What the hell?" He heard his father yell. Blaine winced.

"Dad, I-I just," Blaine let go of Kurt's hand and stepped in front of him.

"I walk out of my room and you're holding some boys hand?" Blaine's father practically spit on Blaine as he sneered in his face.

Blaine was so infuriated. It took every single ounce of self-control he had not to reach forward and kick his Dad where he most certainly did not want to be kicked. He grabbed Kurt's hand and intertwined it with his own once more.

"Yes, Dad. I'm. Holding. A. Boys. Hand." He said slowly.

"Get out of my house." He said simply.

Blaine didn't expect that.

"What? You can't kic-" Blaine began.

Blaine didn't really hear what his father had to say next. He set his jaw and began to walk back down the stairs.. but then he felt a tug on his shirt. He let go of Kurt, in fear of Kurt being in danger. He didn't really compute what was happening. One minute he was being lifted up by his shirt collar, the next he was tumbling down the stairs, screaming Kurt's name inside his head with each impact. "Kurt.." He whimpered as he heard a punch and a scream. He had enough strength left to walk outside as someone - which he thought was Kurt but wasn't too sure - dragged him to a car.

The next thing he remembered was those piercing blue eyes. He remembered wanting to stare into them forever.. never wanting to let them go. And soon enough, he forgot who those blue eyes belonged to. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know how he got there. He just knew those blue eyes. How they were so bright at one point (he honestly couldn't remember when), but now they just look withered and... dull. He wanted them to be bright again. He wanted them to be bright and happy so, so much.

"Mrs. Norris, do NOT jump on Blaine. You're not even supposed to be in here, now shush!"

"Gramma?" Blaine brought a heavy hand up to his face and rubbed his eyes, wondering where he was.

"Blaiiiiine!" He heard something crash to the floor and then "Mrs. Norris, get back in the bag, now!"

"Where am I?" He asked.

"The hospital, silly." He removed his hand from his face and looked up at his crazy grandma.

"H-how?" He asked.

"We'll tell you that later, honey. You're tired. I'll tell the doctor you're up, alright? Just get some more rest." She smiled and patted Blaine's hand sweetly.

Blaine smiled a little and closed his droopy eyes. In his sleep, all he saw were those blue eyes. They pierced right through him. Sometimes he was running after them, trying to drag them. He felt like a dog with a bone dangled in front of it.

Blaine woke up a few hours later. He was sitting up observing his surroundings, not really thinking about anything in general. His Grandma had informed him about what had happened right after he woke up because he wouldn't stop pestering her about it. She had to run home and feed Mrs. Norris, so Blaine was alone for an hour or so. He really wanted some company, and he wanted to figure out why he kept seeing two blue eyes in his dreams. It was just really unusual and weird, but they were so beautiful.

Blaine was taken out of his thoughts when he heard someone call his name.

A boy was standing there. He was sporting a Dalton Academy sweatshirt that Blaine thought was oddly familiar, black tight jeans, and ankle high black boots.. but one feature really stood out.

Those light blue eyes.

"Do I.. do I know you?" Blaine sat forward a bit, trying to decipher who this was.

"I-I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel... You're best friend."

Blaine was truly trying to remember this boy, he was sitting and concentrating as hard as he could... but he just didn't remember that face.

The boy ran out crying before Blaine could yell after him.

"Those eyes..." Blaine repeated all night, even in his sleep.

A week and three CAT scans later, Blaine was let out of the hospital.

He wasn't going to his house of course, his grandma had taken him under her wing. He couldn't wait to jump in to his old bed. His Grandma said the star wars sheets were still spread across it, and she had a plate of cookies waiting on the table. But something distracted Blaine for a moment...

"Gramma, this guy showed up in my hospital room a few days ago..." He began, drumming his fingers nervously along his knees.

"Boy?" She asked as she parked the car in front of her house.

"He said his name was... Kurt." He glanced over at her. She leaned back against the head rest and closed her eyes.

"You can't remember him?" She asked, surprised. "The doctor said you may forget some things..."

Blaine's eyebrows knitted together.

"Gramma, were we friends? I mean, he ran out crying. I haven't seen him since. It's been... tugging at me ever since."

"You two were attached at the hip for a day or two, and then something happened and you didn't talk for awhile. He was with you when your... accident happened. I assumed you remembered him being there..."

"He was there?"

"Yes, he drove you to the hospital."

Blaine growled in frustration. Why couldn't he remember this guy, Kurt?

He lay awake that night, frustrated with everything. His Dad was playing the nice act, trying to blame the accident on Blaine when his Grandmother called the cops about the incident. He was just worried about losing money, not a son, and Blaine knew it. Especially a gay son. Those blue eyes followed Blaine around wherever he went, they were haunting him, and he couldn't figure it out. He had to figure it out, even if it drove him crazy.

:D