Author's note: Thank you for all the reviews and the people who added this story to their favorites and alerts! I hope it doesn't disappoint you! Chapter 7

"What the hell happened yesterday?" Blaine demands of him upon entering the kitchen where Kurt is having a large breakfast, courtesy of Andrea.

Kurt gulps down his orange juice and responds calmly. "I had a headache."

"Why didn't you say so? You just disappeared! You could at least have said goodbye to everyone!"

"I'm sorry. I guess I thought they wouldn't even notice."

"What are you talking about?"

"Nobody even talked to me! Except for Karofsky, who is actually someone I'd rather have preferred to not talk to at all. Do they even know me, Blaine? Were any of my friends here yesterday?"

"Of course! They're all your friends."

"They looked more like your friends. Do I even work with any of them?"

"You work with all of them! Well, most of them. They were mostly actors, producers and other people involved with the business. We were actually talking about this new script Donald just…"

"Wait. You were discussing projects yesterday?"

"Of course we were. Every party is an opportunity for business, Kurt."

"Oh. I thought that one was for me."

Blaine smiles, shaking his head. He takes Kurt's hand, rubbing his thumb over the soft flesh.

"Don't be silly. It was for you. You're the most important person in my life, you know that. There is just no reason not to talk about projects as well."

Kurt wants to be angry, but Blaine is so romantic it's hard to stay mad at him. He then remembers what he had said about the people on the party.

"You said I work with all of them…"

"Most of them."

"Whatever. How? What do I do?"

"Burt didn't tell you?"

"Hum, not really. I wasn't asking many questions at all, though. I was feeling a bit sad about not being able to remember all of this and worried I would never regain my memory of it. So… What is it? Am I a movie star too?"

Blaine laughs, actually laughs, at the idea, and Kurt can't suppress the hurt he feels.

What's so funny? Why couldn't I be a movie star too? I certainly act better than he does!

Blaine's laughter subsides and he wipes tears from his eyes.

"Sorry, that is just… No, Kurt, no. You're a costume designer."

"A costume designer?"

That sucks.

"Yes, and a very good one! You're the only one I work with!"

"Oh… So, do I work in a movie studio?"

"Sure. Would you like me to take you there?"

"Yes! Please!"

I may not be an actor, but at least I'm inside the studio!

"Awesome, we'll go later today. Who knows, you might actually remember something!"

He remembers nothing. Instead he finds himself surrounded by even more unfamiliar faces in a completely strange environment. The fabrics and sketches are somewhat of a dream and he sees his signature upon them and can hardly believe he was the one to draw costumes so incredible. The people, on the other hand, are barely more than polite. They greet him and ask about his health, but it all seems very cold. It doesn't even seem like they were concerned for him at all. He is asked about his amnesia and when he is coming back to work, but none of them look too eager to have him back. Blaine has left him all by himself, saying he needed to be somewhere, but would be back soon. Kurt finds himself wishing he'd just come back and take him home already. He has no idea how he is able to work in such an unfriendly environment and wonders if it would be different if he could remember it; if maybe people just aren't sure how to approach him. So puts his head up and decides to be as nice as he can be. He smiles at everyone and keeps doing it until he gets a smile back. It's small and probably forced, but he doesn't care. It feels like a small victory that someone is willing to be at least a tiny bit friendly to him. He asks questions about the job and receives some weird looks, but they explain the basics, and so what if it they sound condescending? He's not stupid and he gets the idea pretty quickly. He's always been good with clothes and costumes. He used to design clothes for his action figures before he could even read and write. He gets a good grasp of the process and decides to come back for good. He asks for something to do and they all look at each other, unsure as to what to give him.

What do they think, that I can't even sew a button?

"I'm not going to ruin all your clothes, you know? I know I don't remember much right now, but I'm more than capable of sewing."

They keep looking at each other uneasily. Janette, a blond woman that looks to be in her forties finally speaks. "But… You're the boss. The designer. You don't sew."

Oh.

"Well... I see. I want to do something, though. If I didn't have amnesia, what would I be doing?"

This time it is his assistant who speaks up. She's tall and chubby, with long dark hair and mocha skin. Her name is Brenda and she appears to be in her early twenties.

"We're done with all of the sketches for this movie and Janette has being doing any necessary alterations, so you were already working on other movies. You have two projects to work on. They're in your office." She points to a small room with glass windows in the corner.

He thanks her and heads inside, immediately finding two large files. One contains only a script for a movie with some handwritten notes on the pages. The other has not only the script with notes, but also quite a lot of sketches. He sits down on a large, and rather comfortable, black leather chair and starts reading the second file, being careful to read all the notes that he had taken as well. Time flies and before he knows it there's a knock on the glass window and Blaine is standing there, looking perfect in his tailored clothes and a bright smile. He gets up and takes the file, deciding to finish it at home.

"You look like you were in your habitat again," Blaine says as they walk to the car.

"It feels weird to be working, right now, but I'm enjoying reading the script. I'm taking it home to study it. Are you in this one too?"

"No, not really. But I'm in the other one you're working on."

"Sounds like I had a lot on my plate."

"Yes, you did. But that's you. You always work a lot. It's one of the things I like most about you."

He smiles bashfully. "One thing is odd, though. The people in there. They weren't very… Well, they weren't very friendly. Don't they like me?"

"What? Of course they do! Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not being ridiculous. I swear. They were very hostile."

"You're imagining things, Kurt. Everyone loves you."

"Were any of them at the party yesterday? There were too many people for me to memorize everyone, but none of them looked familiar today."

"Of course not. I didn't invite them. They're not the people we hang out with, Kurt. We are friends with directors and producers and only the top people in the industry. We treat everyone nicely, of course, and they love us, but we only hang out amongst our own people. It would have been nonsensical to invite them."

Kurt feels anger boiling inside of him. "Why? Because they aren't people? Because we can't benefit from them?"

"Why are you yelling at me? It's just the way it is. I didn't make the rules, I just follow them."

Maybe you should break them!

He sighs and shakes his head. It sounds wrong to him, but Blaine is right, he's probably overreacting.

"What about the people from high school? The ones I actually remember. Am I not friends with anyone anymore?"

"Of course you are! You've been talking to Mercedes a lot lately."

"Really? That's fantastic! Who else?"

"Hum… I guess just her. But hey, give her a call and invite her over. I haven't actually seen her in years, it'll be nice to catch up."

Kurt frowns. If Mercedes is his friend, why hasn't Blaine seen her in years? And why hasn't she come by to visit? Why isn't he in touch with anyone else, for that matter? But the way Blaine said it implies Mercedes lives nearby and that's more than he was expecting anyway. He makes a mental note to call Mercedes as soon as possible.