Back to Uni tomorrow so I'm not sure exactly how often I will be able to update but I will compensate any delays with longer chapters.
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The next day off school went much better for Blaine. He had been able to remember much more than he ever had before. It made him hopeful that his other memories might eventually come back too. He spotted Sam and Puck in the hallway and gave them friendly nod as he walked by.
As embarrassing at it was to have a whole week of rehearsals dedicated to him, it meant a lot that they were all so willing to do it. Not one person had complained. Until yesterday he thought that he didn't really have any friends here, except perhaps for Kurt, but now he was starting to realise how wrong he was.
The kids in the choir room were all busy chatting amongst themselves.
"Are you okay, Kurt?" Tina whispered to him.
"I'm fine," he lied. "And I'll be even better very soon." He knew what song was being performed today and he wished Mr Schue would hurry up so they could get started.
He looked over to where Blaine was sitting, chatting with Sam. After yesterdays rehearsals he couldn't help but feel hopeful. Hopeful that it wouldn't be long before they were looking over at each other exchanging loving looks instead of awkward glances.
Finally Mr Schue arrived. "Sorry I'm late guys but let's not waste any more time and get right to business. Who's up today?"
Santana stood up and walked out to the centre of the room, pulling Brittany with her.
"We are," Santana announced. "And not only will our performance be better than the tragedy Finchel subjected us to yesterday, but it'll also provoke memories that are slightly happier then the time Blaine got wasted, forgot to excessively reapply his hair gel and also that he is gay, then made out with a hobbit."
Rachel huffed in her seat and Blaine looked lost for words.
"Well... when you're ready," Mr Schue sighed.
Brittany smiled at Blaine as she started singing.
The power lines went out
And I am all alone
But I don't really care at all
Not answering my phone
Santana kept her eyes on Brittany as she took over.
All the games you played
The promises you made
Couldn't finish what you started
Only darkness still remains
Santana took Brittany's hand and held it while they sang the rest of the song together.
Lost sight
Couldn't see
When it was you and me
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
I'm beginning to see the light
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
But I think I'll be alright
Watching them Kurt couldn't help but think that their rendition was almost as good as his and Blaine's. He thought back to the day he sang his first ever solo in front of a competition audience with the boy who had only recently become his boyfriend. He was nervous to go on stage but Blaine had helped him through it. Even though he was disappointed by their loss, Blaine was right, they had got each other out of it. Kurt thought he'd gladly trade a win at the next regionals if it meant he'd have Blaine back. He looked over to watch Blaine.
One day
You will wake up
With nothing but you're sorrys
And someday
You will get back
Everything you gave me
Blaine was watching the girls sing and smiling. Kurt's heart was pounding. He was desperate to know what was going on inside Blaine's head and how much he could remember.
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
I'm beginning to see the light
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
But I think I'll be alright
Santana and Brittany hugged as everyone clapped. They pulled apart and stared at Blaine expectantly.
"Santana, Brittany, that was... beautiful," he said. "It... It didn't help me remember anything though."
Kurt felt his heart plummet into his stomach. Several other faces looked disappointed while others just looked confused. Santana on the other hand was furious.
"Are you serious?" Santana growled. "Me and Britt give you an amazing performance and you can't remember anything?"
"I'm... sorry, Santana," Blaine said, defensively.
"Maybe it was too different?" Artie suggested. "You rearranged the vocals for two female leads."
"You have a problem with two females singing together?" Santana yelled.
"GUYS," Mr Schue interjected. "This isn't helping. I think that's enough for today..."
The room filled with the sound of scraping metal has everyone shifted from their seats to gather their belongings.
Kurt searched for Blaine, desperate to talk to him but he was the first one out the door before Kurt had even stood up.
"I'm sorry, Kurt," Brittany said to him in a small voice, looking like she might cry.
"It's okay," he said, holding back tears of his own "You tried, and you sang really beautifully."
Kurt turned his attention to Santana. "Why would you yell at him? What the hell is wrong with you?".
"Sorry," Santana shrugged, "It was Snixx, you can't hold me responsible for what Snixx says."
She linked arms with Brittany and walked out the room. Leaving Kurt staring after them looking confused.
Blaine walked towards his car before anyone could catch up with him. He thought that they would be more understanding, that they were helping him because they genuinely cared about him. He was upset by their reaction, but more than that he was angry. They clearly had no idea how difficult all of this was for him.
Searching through his bag for his car keys he realised his phone was flashing. He waited until he was safe inside the car before reading the text.
"Hey Hottie, dinner at Breadstix?" - Sebastian
Blaine looked back towards the school where Santana and Brittany were just walking out, shortly followed by an annoyed looking Kurt. He sent back his reply.
"Sounds good."
"Really? You're wearing your Dalton uniform?" Blaine asked when they had sat down at Breadstix. It had been several hours since he had sent back the text, Sebastian must have had time to change.
"Just showing you what you're missing." Sebastian replied.
"Well I do miss the blazers," Blaine joked.
"They'll be one waiting for you, when you decide to come back."
Blaine noticed that Sebastian had said 'when' instead of 'if'. He smiled back and suggested that they order their food.
40 minutes later, their plates were clear and Blaine could no longer ignore the fact that Sebastian was quite obviously staring at him.
"Why... are you staring at me?" he asked.
Sebastian smiled. "Mostly because you're so hot that I just can't keep my eyes off of you but also because you've been really quite the whole time we've been here and something is clearly bothering you."
Blaine blushed and decided to ignore the compliment. "Is it that obvious?"
"That you are hot? Or that something is bothering you? Because they're both really obvious."
Blaine couldn't help but laugh at Sebastian's persistence. It was almost flattering.
"Okay so what's bothering you?" Sebastian continued.
"The New Directions came up with this idea, well it was Kurt really, that if they sang songs that were important or significant to me it might help me get some of my memories back," Blaine explained.
"Did it work?" Sebastian asked, suddenly very interested.
"It did yesterday, but not today. I don't know why," he frowned. "Even yesterday though, I remembered almost a whole evening that I spent with the New Directions but I don't remember Kurt being there. I still can't remember him at all."
"That doesn't surprise me," Sebastian said knowingly. "And I bet he's being pissy about the whole thing."
"He's been... fine. Although he did look really annoyed after practise today. Wait, why did you said that it doesn't surprise you?" Blaine asked, confused.
"Because he's not at all memorable." Sebastian leaned across the table to grab Blaine's hand. "He's not good enough for you Blaine. You must have realised that by now."
Blaine froze, partly because he was taken aback by Sebastian's forwardness but mostly because he didn't know how to respond. Why did people keep doing this? Telling him what he wanted, how he felt, who he should talk to... who he wanted to be with. Then getting angry with him because he couldn't remember what they wanted to, be who he wanted to be. He felt anger building up inside him and he stood up pulling his hand away.
"Look this is all really confusing for me and you're just making it worse."
He threw some money down on the table and grabbed his coat.
"I don't need this," he yelled before turning on his heel and leaving.
