A/N - We're in double digits! Ohmygoodness! I did not expect to get to this point and I would not have been able to do it without you wonderful people who review and alert me. You guys are amazing! I really hope you enjoy this part - again sorry for the late update, school work really does take over your life - and please feel free to leave a review, I do love them! But, seriously thank you for sticking with me and the boys! Klisses x
Part 10
MEET MY HOUSE, 6PM TONIGHT, IT'S KURT RELATED. THE WARBLERS WILL B THERE. PLEASE. BLAINE.
Within their respective classes, the Glee Club stared down at their flashing phones. Some with curiosity, some in frustration. After attending his end of summer blowout party, they all knew where Blaine's house was. And it was for Kurt. They sighed and quickly cancelled plans.
Moments later, out in the parking lot, Blaine received a mixture of replies;
THIS BETTER BE GOOD - PUCK
WE'LL BE THERE. RACHEL, MERCEDES, QUINN & TINA x
WILL DO. BTW, HIDE YOUR BROADWAY STUFF IF YOU WANT TO GET ANYTHING DONE, YOU KNOW WHAT RACHEL'S LIKE. FINN.
TELL JEFF & NICK 2 BRING THEIR DANCE SHOES! ARTIE & MIKE.
DO U WANT ME 2 BRING LORD TUBBINGTON? U KNO SO THE BIRDIES WILL HAVE SOME1 TO PLAY WITH. TELL ME. BYE. BRIT BRIT x
THIS IS SO GOING 2 CLASH WITH WRESTLING PRACTICE...LAUREN x
WANKY. was all that came from Santana.
He laughed, tucked away his phone and jumped into his car. He he everybody on board. All he needed now was for it to work.
Hands snaked round his waist and warning bells began to sound in his mind. Here it comes; the bone crunching throw against the lockers or the toss into the dumpster. Hot breath in his ear. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God -
"Hi Kurt."
Blaine. It was only Blaine, not a weeks worth of dull aching pain. He was hugging because they were friends. He squirmed slightly under the disdainful looks of passing students but could deny to himself that the way they moulded together felt blissful, perfect.
He allowed himself a few more seconds of breathing in Blaine's wonderful scent before untangling himself and turned round to face him.
Kurt's breathing hitched, still unable to get over the simple beauty that was Blaine. Shit, had he really been silent and staring all that time? What an idiot, he quickly stuttered, "Hey-I-didn't-see-you-there."
"Sneaky old me," he smirked, knowing exactly the effect that it would have on Kurt, "Can you meet me in the auditorium at lunch? I'll bring food. I have a surprise for you.
Kurt was aware of his heart telling his mouth to agree before his mind had caught up. And, as if sensing this, Blaine smiled, squeezed his hand and bounded away happily, looking every bit like the puppy that -
"Kurt, come on please." Blaine begged, the summer sunshine that flooded into Kurt's bedroom illuminating his tanned skin.
Without looking up from his magazine, Kurt said flatly, "No."
Blaine whined, "But Kuuurrttt, everyone's already passed that level, I just need you for ten minutes, please, you don't need to be any good, I just need another player."
"Why don't you get Jeff or Nick then?"
"They're on holiday in the Maldives, I told you that. And everyone else is either on holiday or busy. I even asked Brittany. I'm desperate Kurt. Please." he asked deploringly, swiping the magazine out of Kurt's hands and scooting forward so he was on his knees in front of him.
"Please. Please. Please. Pretty, pretty please with a batch of cookies on top?"
He was torn between wanting to laugh at his adorableness and scold him for interrupting his daily fashion catch up. And then he realised that those were what he would do to an over exuberant puppy and promptly burst into peels of laughter.
Catching the wrong end of his laughter, Blaine indignantly dropped his hands and began to move away from him. Kurt quickly pinned him down on he bed and kissed his nose.
"You better make me cookies, puppy."
He shook his head in wonder at this precious snippet of a memory. If that was what his Blaine memories had in store for him, he couldn't wait. And with a lighter heart, he walked to class thoughts solely on Blaine and the surprise awaiting him.
"But San I wanna wear-"
"Nick stop fussing, or I will-"
"No Rachel you can't-"
Hushed voices found their way to Kurt through the curtains of the auditorium. He couldn't see anything thanks to Blaine's red scarf that was wrapped tightly around his eyes. He accepted it, grumbling and ready to burst with curiosity.
But there was one good thing that came from it; Blaine warm hand was in his and it tugged him along carefully. The soft calluses felt strange but Kurt felt a zing of familiarity shoot through him.
Just a friend Kurt. Just a friend.
Who are you kidding? He's gorgeous!
Shut up!
"Blaine what are we- ummphf..." he stumbled over fold in the carpeted floor and went flailing forward. Startled and unsuspecting, Blaine was pulled down with him and they lay together tangled on the floor.
"I thought I was the clumsy one." Blaine said breathlessly, forgetting momentarily that they were being watched by his friends and pulling Kurt closer to his body.
"You..."
"Blaine I dont think you need us anymore if thats how you're going to go about this," Santana interrupted, her sharp Latina face peeking out from behind the curtains.
"Yeah, save that for later Blaine," Jeff called from beside her, sticking his tongue out at Santana and pulling her out of sight.
Kurt stared at the twitching curtain in shock and choked out an 'explain' kind of noise, while straightening up. He dusted down his coat quickly and thrust out a hand to help up Blaine.
"This was...is...the surprise. Come on sit down," Blaine prodded him in the back and gestured to a seat, "I hope you like it." He smiled his brilliant heart stopping smile and began to rush away, up onto the stage and behind the curtain.
"Blaine, wait! What is this? Where are you going? You can't leave me down here!" Kurt yelled after him, but his protests fell on deaf ears.
The lights dimmed. A bright spotlight beamed onto the stage. Rachel appeared.
"This is the story of Kurt Hummel. How he went to Dalton and found friends. How he conquered hearts with his undeniably amazing voice. How he found love." Rachel's face was serene, full of the emotion she pulled out of her back pocket when she came on stage. She smiled sweetly down at him and continued, "Blaine figured if the memories weren't going to come to you, we would have to bring you to the memories. It's crazy and a bit-"
"RACHEL!" Mercedes barked out an unseen warning. Rachel sighed and winked at him, and disappeared behind the curtain once more. Voices were laying out a beat and the curtain was whisked backwards.
Ten unfamiliar faces smiled at him, swaying in time with their music. They were dressed in some uniform...his uniform! Dalton. They were The Warblers...oh God there was Nick playfully shoving Jeff...and Wes and David totally lost in the music. Excitement oozing out of him, Blaine stood in the middle, his Dalton tie a little lopsided from rushing into his uniform, holding hands with...wait was that...Brittany? Wearing a Dalton uniform and a short brown wig that was styled uncannily like his own?
Kurt sat glued to his seat, unable to move from sheer happiness. Blaine had went to all this trouble to help him get his memories back. It was the most amazing thing anyone had done for him. He couldn't believe it. Brittany laughed as David bumped hips with her, and she quickly forgot that she was supposed to be playing Kurt.
"Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains,
I knew I wouldn't forget you, and so I went and let you blow my mind.
Your sweet moon beams, the smell of you in every single dream I dream,
I knew when we collided, you're the one I have decided who's one of my kind."
He was nervous. Unbelievably nervous. He didn't have Mercedes or Tina or Rachel beside him for support. And his tie was so freaking tight. The lights were blinding and he was sweating slightly from the two step dance moves. But there was Blaine, brilliant Blaine singing his heart out and winking at him, telling him he's doing well.
"Hey soul sister, ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair, you know!
Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do...tonight"
He found Rachel in the crowd and she frowned at him. She then mouthed 'smile' while doing a cheesy grin and pointing. Enjoy this Kurt. Time to shine. And he dazzled the Sectionals audience with his brightest smile.
"Hey, hey,hey..."
Kurt slipped in and out of reality and memory. They'd helped him remember Sectionals - the enormous pride that burst in his chest when the judges announced they were going to Regional's. This was the best surprise ever!
But wait was the music changing? The Warblers waved - where had Jeff disappeared to? - and melted into the sidelines as someone in a red checked jacket and black skinny jeans sauntered on stage, hiding their face with a towel.
Mercedes and Tina whipped the towel away and low and behold Jeff stood there smirking in a brown wig. Kurt let out a sharp laugh as the music grew louder and he began to sing,
"It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M-M-M-M
Just put your paws up
'Cause you were born this way, baby"
They unbuttoned his jacket - when the hell had they managed to get his clothes? Mental note to kill Finn at a later date - and Jeff stood there with a 'Likes Boy's T-Shirt on. He stuck his tongue out and smiled at Nick who blushed deeply and motioned for him to get back into the performance.
"My mama told me when I was young,
We are all born superstars.
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on,
In the glass of her boudoir."
Tine was stunning, and Kurt began to remember the feeling of total enjoyment and acceptance from doing GaGa. The New Direction's were all wearing their T-Shirts, even Santana was wearing her 'Lebanese', she's obviously found acceptance within herself. She made a 'don't ask' kind of look and turned her attentions back to wrestling the Dalton tie off of Brittany. He looked around the stage and tried to catch Blaine's eye, but he was no where to be seen.
" "There's nothing wrong with lovin' who you are"
She said, "'Cause he made you perfect, babe" "
"You're perfect baby." Blaine murmured in his ear, appearing in the row behind him, sweating slightly from running all the way round the auditorium to sneak up on Kurt for the second time today. He was so pretty, his cheeks flushed with happiness, his eyes looking like oceans. He would do anything for Kurt.
Kurt swallowed and turned to face him, "Blaine this is...it's..."
Blaine pressed a finger to Kurt's lips, "Shh. Do you want to see more?"