Brittany placed the broken piece of ceramic against the smooth blue paint and jagged edges of tile that decorated the painting her and Santana had worked on, she stepped away from the artwork, absorbing the imagery in front of her that seemed to evoke a lost memory, a forgotten truth that she once knew.

The jaggedness of the tiled edges against the background threw the memories of the plane crash site into the forefront of her mind, the broken body of the plane.

She sat down breathing a deep sigh as she raised her hand to her head deciding that she needed to go on an adventure, the kind of adventure Santana couldn't know about.

She raced her motorcycle down to the boarded off area where the wreckage lay, signs dotting all around the crash site warning off trespassers, normally she wouldn't be the rebellious type to break the rules but something was pulling her back to where it all started.

She walked towards what remained of the plane, images flooding her mind of the first time she was here, the people screaming, the flames licking the shell of the plane.

She forced herself to move closer, each memory that flooded her mind another piece to the puzzle that would unlock the entire mystery, just what exactly did happen to flight BA192.

A large chunk of the cabin lay in the wreckage, some of the seating still intact, she moved her way towards it, sitting and fastening the belt buckle as a flashback took her back to the place she'd tried to forget about.

She could see the air hostess's walking past her, the smell of the god awful food that was being passed through the cabin. The shudder through the plane that caused everyone to panic, and then the fire that engulfed the turbine, causing everyone to turn hysteric, and the explosion that ripped half of the plane away and then she remembered something else, a truth she'd chosen to forget, an impossible memory that couldn't of happened, but there it was in her mind's eye as vivid as ever.

She got up and ran, running away from the wreckage, away from the truth that she decided to leave on that aeroplane the last time she was here, she fell to her knee's as the moon watched over her, cascading light that reflected from her pale skin a choked sob escaping her lips as she sat up bolt right.

She blinked a few times, running her hand through her golden hair, brushing the last events off as tricks of the mind but something weighed heavy on her heart, she sat collecting her breathe before footsteps startled her, she raised her gaze towards the man who stood in front of her who smiled kindly, extending a hand to help her up.

She stared at the man for a few moments, like a deer caught in headlights before standing up on her own and running towards her bike without a word said between them.

….

Santana walked through the airport, the seemingly unknown man matching her step at her side "Mr Hummel, this man was on board the flight Mr Hummel and he remembers an explosion"

Mr Hummel walked towards the pair briefcase in hand, away from the security desk where he had been sitting. "For a woman of science you have a strong flare for the dramatics Dr Lopez"

Santana clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth before tilting her head to the side "passengers are missing Mr Hummel and they all seem to have disappeared after remembering this certain explosion, what do you know about that?"

Mr Hummel edged closer to the Latina, raising his glasses on top of his head "can you calm down please-" Santana's knuckles gripped her own case white with frustration "where are the other passengers Mr Hummel!"

The two began to grow into an angrier argument before the voice next to them finally grew louder than their shouting, the dark haired man stepped closer to the pair, running a hand through his gelled hair.

"I know you, I recognise you, where do I know you from Mr Hummel?"

Mr Hummel began to shake his head, "we haven't met before Mr Anderson"

The dark haired man stood there before tears began to spring in his eyes, "I remember now, my name is Blaine, Blaine Anderson" Blaine barely finished his sentence until his sobbing consumed it.

Santana's eyes closed slightly as she locked gazes with the greying man "how did you know who he was? You knew there was another survivor from the crash why was it never reported? Why was it never mentioned?!"

Mr Hummel looked to the ground before looking back at them both, a tightness surrounding his own throat as he swallowed and gathered his composure "because he wasn't meant to be here, now if you'll excuse me I have work to do"

Santana placed one of her hands on Blaine's shoulders before turning to the now growing distant figure "he remembers the explosion Mr Hummel, the plane crash wasn't human error!"

Blaine pushed past the Latina before grabbing the greying man, his voice quivering with rage "where do I know you from Mr Hummel! We know each other, how?!"

Burt leaned in closer to the younger man, pushing his hands away from his lapels with ease "we don't know each other Blaine"

Blaine's gaze stared directly into Burt's as he released his hands as all the memories that had been pushed into the recess of his mind coming to the surface, a life time of forgotten memories and experiences all rushing into his mind left right and centre, but only one stood out in particular, the same memories that nearly drove Brittany insane.

"You son of a bitch Burt, what did you do? You killed all those people, all those people are dead what did you do!"

Burt's face dropped as he stared at the younger man, searching his eyes for an explanation before stumbling over his own words quietly, "I'm sorry Blaine, You weren't supposed to end up here"

Burt walked away past security at a fast pace as Santana rushed past Blaine "You're not going to get away with this! This man remembers an explosion! This man knows the truth Mr Hummel!" the end of her sentence grew louder on deaf ears, she turned around to notice Blaine had seemingly disappeared too.