I just rewatched "Bad" and realized how pissed I still am at the Warblers. The only one that actually apologized was SEBASTIAN! HOW DOES THAT MAKE ANY DAMN SENSE?
Sorry, I'm getting emotional. In other news, OMG YESTERDAY WAS KLAINE'S ANNIVERSARY! A KLAINIVERSARY! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! =D
On with the chapter that you'll all want me to die over…
BTW, violetcreams wins the prize! And that prize is…a oneshot of your choice! Just prompt in a review, and I write it! I prefer Klaine fluff though. Just a suggestion ;)
The rest of the drive to Dalton was silent, but Kurt's heart was beating erratically. This was it. These were the last memories Kurt had left to give Blaine that he didn't already remember. If his memory didn't return now…Kurt didn't think they ever would.
So, this was their lost shot. Not just Blaine's, but theirs. When there was a piece of Blaine missing, there was a piece of Kurt missing. They weren't just separate people anymore; their marriage, commitment, and (currently and seemingly one-sided) love made them one.
Kurt resisted the urge to chuckle as they drove up to Dalton's castle-like main building.
"Good lord, who used to live here, a queen?" Blaine demanded in shock.
"Trust me, it's not as pretty on the inside…well, it used to be. Then thousands of teenage boys throughout the years got to it and the burn marks never really went away," Kurt said nonchalantly. Blaine choked a bit.
"Burn marks? Good lord, what do they do at this place?" Blaine asked.
"It's not the teachers' faults. They're just never really around. Basically it's a bunch of deprived teenage boys with no adult supervision and a lot of free time considering they're freakishly smart and finish piles of homework in seconds."
"…How much damage did I cause?" Blaine asked tentatively.
"Besides a small electrical fire after you tried to hook up strobe lights for a Warblers performance? A lot less than Wes and David, thankfully," Kurt said with a look of relief in his eyes. Blaine chuckled, getting out of the car and looking over the picturesque scenery.
"Definitely good gardening," Blaine commented. "This is more like a palace than a school for sex-crazed teenage boys."
"I never said they were sex-crazed," Kurt retorted. Blaine smirked.
"Teenage boys, at least half of them probably gay since Dalton's a no tolerance harassment policy, with raging hormones and nothing to do-do the math, Kurt," Blaine joked.
"True, true. I distinctly remember being awoken by David and his girlfriend far too many times for comfort," Kurt said with a shiver, remembering the loud noises that had even Thad, the heaviest sleeper, waking up with a cranky expression. "Come on, Wes is waiting for us inside."
Kurt and Blaine walked swiftly towards the front doors of the school, taking in the sights Kurt hadn't seen in years and Blaine didn't remember seeing.
"Wow," Blaine said as he took in a large crystal chandelier hanging at the entrance. "Can't go two feet without hitting something majestic, can you?"
"Not a chance," Kurt replied with a grin. Kurt took Blaine's hand and led him down the hallway, admiring the beautiful paintings on the walls.
Suddenly, a tall Asian man in a dark blue suit ran down the hallway, pulling the boys into his arms.
"Kurt! Blaine!" he said excitedly, squeezing them tightly.
"Wes!" Kurt choked out. "C-can't breathe!"
"Whoops, sorry, buddy," Wes said apologetically, pulling back to look at the two. "Wow, Blaine, you've actually grown a few inches!"
"Shut it, Wes," Blaine chuckled. "I…I know that this is a bit weird, considering I can't remember you-"
"It's OK, Blainers," he said, immediately stopping his old friend. "It's not your fault. Anyway, how have you two been?"
"We're getting along," Kurt replied. "And yourself?"
"Good. Lacey and I are thinking about having kids!" Wes said excitedly. Kurt and Blaine gasped excitedly, patting their friend on the shoulder.
"That's amazing, Wes!" Blaine said with a smile. "How is Lacey, anyway?"
"Aw, the ol' wifey is great," Wes said with a lovesick grin on his face. "Beautiful as always."
"That's wonderful, Wes," Kurt said. "So, what job have you taken here?"
"I'm a history teacher and running the Warblers," Wes said. Immediately, both Kurt and Blaine groaned.
"Please don't tell me you have a titanium gavel this time," Blaine begged. Wes snickered, remembering the terrified looks on the boys' faces when he came into rehearsal with that.
"No, not titanium. Besides, I can't hit them, they're kids and I'm a teacher. When I was the same age as the Warblers, apparently it was OK."
Kurt snickered, not understanding the logic but ignoring it.
"We'll catch you later, Wes. We want to do a bit of sightseeing."
"Alright. See you later guys!" Wes said with a final wave before darting back down another hallway. Blaine shot Kurt a look.
"Is he always like that?" Blaine asked. Regretfully, Kurt nodded.
"Always has been." Kurt took Blaine's hand again. "Come on, I have to show you something."
Kurt dragged Blaine down the hallway, feeling like they were running in slow-motion. It reminded him so much of the day they met, and he wondered if it seemed familiar to Blaine.
But as he looked at Blaine, he saw the look on his face was neutral, not happy or sad. He had no clue that this was exactly what they did on the day them met, only Blaine was dragging Kurt along and Kurt was admiring the sophisticated décor of the hallway. He sighed, looking forward once again.
One down, three to go.
"Here we are," Kurt said, stopping them in front of a door. Blaine raised one eyebrow.
"A janitor's closet?" he asked. Kurt laughed at the sight of the familiar door.
"One day after class, you dragged me in here to make out with you," Kurt chuckled.
"Really? Wow, didn't think we were that kind of couple…wait, what's so funny about that?" Blaine asked. Kurt snickered again, remembering the day like it was yesterday.
"A janitor had to come in to get a mop, and caught us with your hand under my shirt and my fingers covered in hair gel because I tangled them in your hair. The look on his face was priceless," Kurt stressed with another tiny giggle. Blaine smiled, albeit a bit painfully, before averting his gaze to the floor. He wished he could remember the janitor's face…
"Well, let's not waste any time, then," Kurt said, breaking the awkward silence that had formed. He took Blaine's hand again, loving the way they fit so well together, like two missing puzzle pieces brought together.
He could only hope that by the end of the day, he and his missing puzzle piece would finally be one once again.
Kurt smiled as they approached a set of open double doors. The room was vacant, thankfully, so Kurt took them inside.
"This," Kurt began. "Is the Warbler's choir room. And I'm going to sing you a song."
"Really?" Blaine asked. He hadn't heard Kurt sing since he'd woken up. "OK." Blaine took a seat on one of the leather couches, looking up expectantly at Kurt. Kurt placed a cassette tape in a radio in the corner, pressing play. Guitar music began to pour out of the speakers, a beautiful melody that entranced Blaine. Then, Kurt began to sing.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blaine's breath hitched as Kurt's gaze was focused solely on him, his eyes brimming with tears. Blaine knew that Kurt had sung this song about Pavarotti, but now, he knew the words had a totally different meaning. He wanted Blaine to get his memory back by seeing Kurt sing the song he had sung when Blaine had fallen in love with him. The tears were flowing now, leaving sparkling tear tracks on Kurt's cheek that made him look purely angelic. Blaine's heart was beating faster than ever, but…nothing.
No memories, no recollections, not a single thing. He was just as clueless as ever.
And it was killing him.
So Kurt finished the song, his eyes never leaving Blaine's or staying dry. The guitar melody faded away, leaving behind an anxious silence. Kurt gave Blaine a look that clearly meant "Anything? Do you remember anything?" Blaine stood abruptly, tears in his own eyes and his heart shattering.
"I'm sorry, Kurt," he choked out, his hands balling into fists. "I'm just so sorry."
Blaine bolted from the room, his own tears escaping from where they had been building up.
"Blaine!" Kurt called out, chasing after his distraught husband. "Blaine, wait!"
Blaine didn't stop, only ran faster, not being able to bear looking Kurt in the eye while realizing that there really wasn't anything left to trigger Blaine's memory. It was over. It was all over.
But it wasn't. Not yet.
Kurt followed Blaine, knowing exactly where the path was leading. This was really their last shot. It was now or never.
Blaine ran halfway up the marble staircase before stopping abruptly, his eyes wide. He heard a million things at once.
"Excuse me, can I ask you a question? I'm new here."
"My name's Blaine."
"Kurt."
"Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt."
"Because until yesterday I had never been kissed."
"You'll fit in soon enough, I promise!"
"I thought the guy you wanted to sing to on Valentine's Day…was me."
"You move me, Kurt."
"I think you're adorable."
"I'll never say goodbye to you."
"They. Can't. Touch. Me. They can't touch us…or what we have."
"Excuse me, may I have this dance?"
"I came here for me…because I can't stand to be apart from the person I love."
"These are to celebrate…you."
"You always zig when I think you're about to zag, and I, I just…I love that about you."
"No, it's not…it's hot."
"Kurt…Sebastian doesn't mean anything to me. You were right…our first time shouldn't be like that."
"I want to go to your house."
"Kurt and I have a song we like to sing to each other in the car…"
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
In Blaine's haze, he hadn't realized Kurt had been calling his name from a step below him.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked, trying to get his husband's attention. "Blaine, what is it? What do you remember?"
Blaine turned around, his eyes wide and bewildered as he grasped Kurt's hands.
"Everything."
…I'm gonna go hide in my corner now. Don't kill me for leaving you all hanging, please.
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