Got this chapter finished sooner than I expected because it was much fun to write. Next one may not be so quick.
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Kurt lay wide awake staring into the darkness. He kept running through what had happened that day in his head. He saw Blaine's face when Santana was laying into him, hurt and upset. He watched Blaine rush out the choir room and thought about what he would have said if he'd of ran after him.
He knew that there was no point thinking about it now. He couldn't change what had already happened but that didn't stop him thinking up every different way he could have apologised for Santana's behaviour and for coming up with the idea in the first place.
'Maybe I should call him' Kurt thought. He rolled over and stared at his alarm clock. The bright green numbers informed him that it was 00:23. A month ago, even on a school night, he wouldn't have hesitated to call Blaine this late. Now though it probably wasn't a good idea. If Blaine was upset or angry then waking him up probably wasn't going to help. Kurt rolled onto his back again and sighed. Now he'd got the idea of calling Blaine into his head he wasn't sure how he was ever going to get to sleep.
Kurt wasn't the only person who couldn't sleep. Blaine was also awake, thinking about how much he didn't want to go to school tomorrow. He wondered if he made the wrong decision going back to McKinley, then he thought about Sebastian and he wasn't sure if Dalton would be any better.
A dim light shone through his room and he realised the source was his phone. He groaned and grabbed his phone from his bedside table. Once his eyes had adjusted to the brightness he saw Kurt's name. He didn't feel much like talking to anyone but he did wonder why someone would call him at half past midnight. Curiosity got the better of him and he answered the phone with a gruff "Hello."
He heard Kurt's voice. "Hey, sorry I'm calling so late I just really needed to talk to you."
Blaine stayed silent, not quite sure what to say, so Kurt continued. "Today.. was kind of a disaster."
"I'm very sorry about that," Blaine said in a harsh voice.
"What? No, I didn't mean it like that!" Kurt cried, upset at how badly the conversation was going. "No one thinks it's your fault, Blaine."
"Really?" he retorted, "Because it seems like Santana did, and I saw how annoyed you were as well."
"That's just- that's how she is to everyone." he stammered. "And It was her who I was annoyed at, well and myself..."
"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, his voice calmer.
"It was my stupid idea to do this in the first place. I didn't even think about how much pressure it might be putting on you and I'm really sorry." Kurt said, sincerely.
There was silence again but this time it was Blaine that broke it.
"It's okay," he said finally. "You were just trying to help."
"I'm going to tell Mr Schue tomorrow though that we're not doing this anymore." Kurt assured him.
Although the idea of not having a repeat of today gave Blaine some relief, he wasn't sure he could give up that easily on something that may help him recover his memories.
"No," Blaine said firmly. "I want to keep trying. I don't want everyone to get their hopes up again though."
"After today I don't think that'll be a problem," Kurt laughed, nervously. "Again, I'm sorry about the late call. I hope I didn't wake you?"
"It's okay I couldn't sleep. What are you doing up this late anyway?" Blaine asked.
"I couldn't sleep either," Kurt admitted. "But I feel really tired now so I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow?"
"See you tomorrow," Blaine replied, disconnecting the call. He rolled over and fell straight to sleep, his phone still in his hand.
The choir room was more tense that it had been the day before, although It had relaxed a little after Santana had given Blaine her strange version of an apology.
"Just ignore her," Kurt whispered from his seat next to Blaine. Once he was back in the choir roomed it didn't take long for him to realise that the rest of the glee club didn't agree with Santana's opinion. Blaine thought that he probably would have realised the same thing yesterday if he hadn't ran out of rehearsals so fast. He assured the rest of the club that he was fine and couldn't wait to hear what they had prepared for today.
Today seemed to be the biggest performance yet as Blaine found himself sitting in front of Finn, Puck, Sam, Artie, Mike and Rory.
"After yesterday we thought that we would try something that might be a bit more familiar to you," Artie announced.
"You have no idea how long it took us to get these harmonies right," Puck said.
"But no pressure! If you can't remember anything then that's totally fine," Finn quickly added.
Blaine smiled nervously as Rory moved to the centre of the group. It was then that he realised that the band wasn't there and once Rory started singing it was obvious why.
Before you met me, I was a wreck
But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life
Now every February you'll be my valentine, valentine
Blaine couldn't help but smile as the guys sang in acapella, reminding him of the Warblers.
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever
Blaine concentrated on the song, trying to remember why it would be significant to him.
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
Something was coming back to him and he closed his eyes to try and concentrate on the memory.
He was at Dalton walking down the staircase when he heard a voice behind him.
'Excuse me'
He turned around to see a very nervous looking boy wearing what definitely wasn't a Dalton uniform.
"My name's Blaine," he said, extending his hand.
"Kurt."
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
You and I, we'll be young forever
Rory's voice seemed to fade away.
Blaine was singing with the warblers. Kurt was watching from the doorway. Blaine, wanting to impress the newcomer, directed his performance towards him.
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
He was sitting at a table opposite an upset Kurt.
"There is this Neanderthal who has made it his mission to make my life a living hell and no one seems to notice."
He remembered running away from his own bullies and how much it haunted him. He encouraged Kurt not to do the same.
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back
Realising that his eyes were still closed, Blaine opened them to watch the end of the performance.
I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
As the girls clapped, Kurt looked at Blaine with a nervous look that he could now recognise.
"Anything?" he asked tentatively.
Without thinking he grabbed Kurt's hand. "Yes. I remember the first time we met."
Kurt's eyes moved down to their hands and Blaine let go.
"That was amazing," Blaine said towards the guys standing in front of them who were all looking very pleased with themselves.
Blaine sat back still making sense of everything he had just remembered while Kurt sat next to him unable to hide his smile. It was the first time he'd remembered anything about Kurt from before the accident and he was trying to put everything in the right order. It also opened up some questions that he was curious about.
"Kurt, could we maybe go somewhere after rehearsals to talk?" he asked.
"Of course," Kurt said in a voice that was high even for him.
They were both distracted for a moment when Blaine received a text message.
"Hey sorry about yesterday. Why don't I come over and make it up to you? I promise I will keep my hands to myself." - Sebastian.
Blaine quickly sent back his response: "I'm busy".
