Chapter Fourteen: Memories
January 24th 2012
About 1am
Our Reality
They came through the mirror to the sound of screaming. Kurt was writhing in pain as he flickered in and out of existence. Lea was by his side trying to comfort him. She looked over her shoulder as they came in, tears in her eyes. "Thank goodness you're here! I don't know what to do!"
Kurt's body ceased dematerializing and he collapsed limply to the couch, sweating.
"Lea, how long has he been like this?" Chris kneeled by Kurt.
"It's happened several times, he seems to be getting better but then he starts disappearing again. Each time is worse." Lea took a damp rag from a bowl on the coffee table, dabbing the rag against Kurt's feverish forehead.
Blaine had not moved since he had come through the mirror, his eyes fixed on Kurt. Seeing the boy in pain made Blaine's heart ache. He found himself kneeling next to the boy, having taken Chris' place. He took Kurt's hand, squeezing it gently.
Kurt's eyes fluttered open, looking around before fixing on the boy holding his hand. "Blaine?" The voice seemed so familiar, almost exactly like Chris' voice but different somehow. Kurt looked at the three actors in the room, "Could you give us a moment?"
Chris nodded, herding the other two out of the living room.
"Kurt, I feel like I should know you, I want to know you, but... I-I don't. I'm so sorry..."
"You don't remember me?" Kurt sniffed.
"Kurt, I… you… you and I never met."
Tears were rimming Kurt's eyes. "Help me sit up," he whispered weakly.
"You shouldn't..."
"Help me sit up," Kurt's voice was slightly more forceful this time. Blaine nodded, gently easing him into a sitting position. "Please, Blaine. Please, just listen and try to remember."
Blaine shook his head, getting to his feet, "You seem sweet, but I don't…"
Kurt grabbed his wrist, eyes looking up at Blaine pleadingly. "Please," he begged one more time. Blaine paused, lowering himself back down to the ground. Kurt took a deep breath, "Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly, all your life." Kurt's beautiful voice echoed through the room, his eyes wet with tears. Blaine sat back, closing his eyes and letting the sound wash over him. "You were only waiting for this moment to arise. Black bird singing in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free." Tears trailed down Kurt's cheeks, Blaine had to resist the urge to wipe them away and take the slender boy in his arms. "Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly, into the light of the dark black night! Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly! Into the light of the dark black night!" Suddenly Blaine was hit with a wave of déjà vu, an image of the Warbler choir room. Kurt standing, the focus of everyone, crying about… about… Pavarotti? Yes, the poor little bird had just died, and… Kurt had sung in memoriam to the yellow canary. "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."
Lima Bean.
Grande non-fat mocha. "Don't even bother dummy, it's on me."
Their first kiss. "You move me Kurt."
"We got each other out of all this. That beats a lousy trophy, don't you think?"
"They can't touch us or what we have."
The auditorium at McKinley, their kiss, the magic that happened that night.
"I love you!"
"Kurt," Blaine whispered. Oh Kurt! How could I forget you? I've been looking for you forever. I'll never forget you again, my love. I love you! I love you!
Kurt smiled, brushing his hand against Blaine's face, wiping away tears Blaine hadn't realized he had been shedding. "You were only waiting for this moment to arise, you were only waiting for this moment to… ahhh!" The last note turned into a scream as Kurt's eyes widened in pain and he collapsed forward into Blaine's embrace. His body was trembling, flickering in and out of existence. To Blaine it felt as if he was alternating between holding a body of flesh and a body of solid air. Kurt clung to Blaine's blazer, screaming and sobbing.
"Help!" Blaine shouted desperately, holding tight to Kurt. Chris, Darren, and Lea came hurrying in, the door slamming against the wall in their hurry. "What can I do?" Blaine whispered, running his fingers through Kurt's soft hair.
Chris grabbed his car keys from the coffee table, catching a second pair of keys that Lea tossed to him. "Stay here, make him comfortable, we have to go…"He headed for the door, Darren in tow.
"What the hell? Where are you going?" Blaine exclaimed, still holding Kurt who was still convulsing in and out of being.
Chris paused at the door. "We're heading over to Lea's place to get her copy of the pilot script. We're going to try to fix all this."
"I'm going to stay with you, alright?" Lea said gently.
Kurt's body was finally solidifying. He rested his head on Blaine's shoulder, crying and struggling for breath. "Please don't leave me. Don't let me go. Please Blaine!" Kurt gasped.
"I'll never let you go."
He remembers!
More fluff and angst in later chapters
I hope you liked this chapter, please review.
Also, wish me a broken leg because tonight is my last performance of "The Crucible" in the smallest community theater ever. I'm actually in the dressing room right now, waiting for my scene.