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Instead of panicking, Kurt took a breath. "I can explain," he said softly.
As if something in Kurt's voice had a magical effect, the rescuer's facial features softened, and they nodded.
Now, how much do I say? Kurt thought. "First, can I ask you what your name is? I'm Kurt."
"Blaine," the rescuer said, a bit confused. "Are you not from around here?"
Kurt laughed. "Not exactly. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I'm Blaine Anderson," he answered, like that was supposed to explain everything. When Kurt still didn't seem to get it, he was puzzled. "You really don't know who I am?"
Of course, Kurt knew who he was. He didn't, however, know who he was in this world. "The full answer to that question is complicated. The short answer, though, is no. I honestly don't know who you are."
This baffled Blaine even more. He wasn't used to people not knowing who he was. "How about this… We're both soaked, and now I'm starting to get really cold. Thankfully, I have some extra clothes here in the guest house. My brother left some of his the last time he visited, and he's more your size than I am. I'll show you where they are, then we can get changed and make some food and talk." He left no room for any sort of rebuttal or explanation before he started walking down a hallway and up some stairs.
Kurt was shown to a room he didn't even take the time to look at. Blaine showed him where the clothes were and then left right after saying they would meet in the hallway in a couple of minutes. Kurt quickly changed out of his wet clothes and into a pair of cotton pants and a thin, long-sleeved t-shirt with some sort of symbol on the front. He opened a door, thankful it was to a bathroom, and laid his wet clothes in the bathtub. Then, he went into the hallway and saw Blaine coming out of another room right next to the one he was in.
It was then Kurt really got a look at the Blaine in front of him. He still had the same golden-hazel eyes and the same black, curly hair. It was something in his eyes, though, that was different. The sparkle that the other Blaine had was gone, and Kurt wondered what had happened to this Blaine that he had lost it.
"So, um…" Blaine started. Why am I nervous all of a sudden? "Are you hungry?"
"Not really," Kurt answered, his stomach too full of butterflies to eat anything. "I am still a little chilly. Do you have any hot tea?"
Blaine smiled that familiar-to-Kurt smile, and in that moment, Kurt felt warm. "I do," Blaine answered and led the way down to the kitchen.
When they got to the kitchen, Kurt looked around. The place was stunning and much different than any home he had lived in before. Surrounding the room were dark cabinets that complimented the marble countertops. The appliances were stainless steel and looked to be brand new. In fact, wherever Kurt looked, it seemed as though the place had never been lived in before. Though, hadn't Blaine said his brother was just there?
"Your home is beautiful," Kurt said, hoping it would open up some sort of dialogue.
Blaine chuckled under his breath as the electric kettle clicked off, indicating that the water was done heating. "Do you have a tea preference? I'm afraid I only have Earl Grey, Peppermint, and English Breakfast."
Thankful he had always loved tea and had learned the names of some of his favorite store blends when he was in Michigan, Kurt said, "Earl Grey, please."
Blaine got down two mugs, put the tea bags in them, and then filled them with water. He placed them both on a tray and then picked it up. "Let's go sit on the sofa."
Kurt honestly wasn't sure where this change of attitude came from, though he was infinitely glad it had. They got comfortable on the sofa and gathered their thoughts.
"I wasn't sure until I heard your voice," Blaine started. "I mean, I was hopeful. And then I was angry because that would be dumb, right? And then… You talked." Blaine looked at Kurt, pleading with him for something, though Kurt was even more confused than he was before.
"I've heard a lot of very strange things in my life," Kurt said. "Can you maybe go back to the beginning and explain what it is you're wanting to say? Because none of that made sense to me. And, before you say anything else, I want you to know that I believe you. That might sound strange, and it's true. Someone once told me that if you believe it to be true, who am I to tell you it's not?"
"What about hallucinations or delusions?" Blaine asked with a smile.
"In that case, I'm not sure I'd be qualified to tell you it wasn't real," Kurt answered back, just as cheekily.
Blaine picked his tea up and took a sip. It was still too hot to do more than sip on right now. He just really felt like he needed something in his hands when he started talking so he could make have some sort of structure to his racing thoughts. "First, I want to say that I'm sorry I was so cross with you earlier. This is a private island, and as far as I was aware, I am the only one on it at the moment. The security system I have in place is excellent, and I had no indication anyone had boated over here. So, when I was getting ready to go over to my house and I saw you standing out there in the pouring rain, my survival instincts just kicked in."
"This isn't your house?" Kurt asked, that being the piece of information most sticking out in his mind, though everything else Blaine had just told him was swirling around, trying to make some sort of sense.
Blaine smiled and took another sip of his tea, watching Kurt pick his up, too, and sip on it. "No. This is the guest house, and next to it, which I'm sure you couldn't see due to the rain, is the pool house. All of that later, though, if you don't mind?"
"Whatever you want," Kurt said, tucking away the information for later. "So, you thought I was an intruder, which… I mean… Technically, I am. I have a really good reason, though." Kurt started to get that panicked look in his eyes again, and Blaine sat his tea down to scoot closer to Kurt.
"I believe you," he said looking straight into Kurt's eyes. "It was your voice that let me know you'd never do anything to harm me."
Kurt closed his eyes and felt Blaine take the cup of tea out of his hands. His mind was reeling. Does he remember me? What does my voice have to do with anything? What in the hell is happening right now? I need to open my eyes and listen because nothing is going to get accomplished if I keep them closed.
"Hi," Blaine whispered when Kurt's eyes found his.
"Hi," Kurt sighed, tears already forming in his eyes.
"Since I was a little boy, I've had these dreams," Blaine started to explain. "I've never seen your face, never in all of the years I've had them. The one thing I did know, though, was the melodic sound of your voice. And it always said the same thing: 'I'll find you someday when you're least expecting it.'"