Hey! Alright, we're back to Kurt's POV in this chapter. Well, mostly. It switches to Blaine for a moment... Thank you for all of the reviews! I promise it'll be happy again! PROMISE!(: (this might just be the last depressing chapter...hmmm...)
Chapter song: Don't You Remember – Adele
I don't own Glee. If I did, Jesse St. James would've been ran over by a car already. Haha.
CHAPTER 7
don't you remember
"But don't you remember
Don't you remember
The reason you loved me before
Baby, please remember me once more"
Kurt walked through the hallways like a ghost. People blurred beside him, muttered rude comments about him. Shoved him around a little. Nobody could see the tears forming in his eyes, or the way he bit his lip to stop himself from crying. He ignored his friends when they tried to ask what was going on, and after a week, they finally got the hint and left him alone. He skipped Glee practice and eventually dropped out of it after Mr. Shue spoke to him after class one day.
"Kurt, you can't stay in New Directions if you don't cooperate." Kurt remembered a strong hand holding his shoulder.
"Then I'll drop out." Kurt whispered and removed Mr. Shue's hand from his shoulder before turning around and walking out to his car.
He rejected Mercedes calls. He ignored the notes passed to him in class. He didn't even do his moisturizing routine a few nights.
Burt, Carole, and Finn could tell he wasn't going to get better, he probably needed help.
"Kurt," Burt walked into Kurt's room one night and sat softly on the bed Kurt was curled up on. He noticed the tear stains on the pillows, the empty tubs of Ben & Jerry's chocolate ice cream littering the floor, and, worst of all, Titanic playing on the TV with the volume down. Kurt was seriously depressed.
"You can't torture yourself like this." Burt spoke.
No response. Kurt just fixed his sight ahead to the wall. Burt couldn't stand how lifeless his son looked. How he couldn't do a thing about it.
"Is it because he can't remember you, Kurt?" Burt shifted down to look Kurt in the eye. He actually wasn't too sure what Kurt was so depressed about. After all, Kurt hadn't spoken a word to him in over a week. The only time he heard Kurt's voice was when he was singing depressing sounding songs in the shower. They echoed. A lot.
Kurt nodded apprehensively.
"You've got to move on, son. You just have to. He may never remember you, and I don't mean to crush you, Kurt, I really don't. But you just have to grasp reality." Burt sat for a few minutes after he said this and knew his job was done. Kurt wasn't going to say anything more. All that mattered was that he heard what Burt had to say. And if he didn't follow through, Burt already had contacted the school counselor asking to help Kurt out if he was still walking around like a lifeless mummy within the next two weeks.
Kurt decided to go see Blaine.
He had to. It was the only way for Kurt to make sure he really didn't remember him. He might have been out of it at the hospital, maybe he just didn't realize Kurt because of his outfit that day.
Yeah, that had to be it.
Kurt took a shower, cleaned himself up, and tried to cover up the black circles under his eyes. He got dressed in the outfit he wore the day Blaine's father pushed him down the stairs.
Kurt arrived at Ethel's house that evening. He knew Blaine would be there, their was no way that Ethel would allow him to go back to his father. He walked up to the front door and breathed in. He smelled chocolate chip cookies baking and allowed his lips to twitch up into a small smile. As he raised his hand to knock, he heard Blaine speaking inside.
"Gramma, I don't know why I can't remember him!" Kurt brought his hand back and leaned in, listening to the conversation.
"Blaine, I told you all I know about him, alright?" The conversation dimmed out to where Kurt couldn't hear it any more.
There was his answer. Blaine still didn't remember him.
Kurt turned to leave, but the door creaked open behind him.
"You better not be leaving my house without a cookie, young man."
Kurt turned to see tiny Ethel scolding him and motioning for him to come in. Kurt hesitated a bit, but followed her in anyways. As soon as he shut the door behind himself, Blaine was there. Staring.
Kurt stood there, stunned. Blaine looked tired. Very tired. He was standing in front of Kurt with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his plaid pajama pants and a confused look on his face.
"So they're your eyes..." Blaine spoke softly.
"What?" Kurt asked. Did he remember.
"You're eyes.. they're blue like the one-"
"Who want's cookies?" Ethel walked back into the living room with a tray filled with cookies.
Blaine seemed to ignore her while Kurt reached forward and grabbed one.
"Why do you keep staring at me like that?" Kurt asked once more.
"Because.. ugh, it's a long story."
"I've got time." Kurt muttered around a mouthful of smushy chocolate-chip cookies.
About twenty minutes later, Kurt found himself sitting uncomfortably on the couch next to Blaine. His stomach was so full of those cookies, he thought he was about to burst. Ethel had gone outside to do some gardening while Blaine tried to explain his confusion with Kurt's eyes.
"...So, they just keep appearing in my dreams. And my Gramma said I knew you and we were friends, but I just can't remember. It's killing me, that I can't figure it out."
Kurt turned his face a little so Blaine couldn't see the tear trailing down to his chin. He saw. Blaine lifted his hand and gently cupped Kurt's chin, turning his face to look at Blaine. Kurt just erupted in more tears, he couldn't help it. He had been holding them back, and they just flooded out.
"Kurt... what happened that night?" Blaine asked.
Kurt sat there for a moment and let the tears dry out as he recalled that night.
Blaine's POV
Blaine sat and watched Kurt cry for a few moments, eagerly awaiting reply. He moved his hand from Kurt's face and placed it lightly on his hand. Kurt seemed a little shocked at the touch, but turned his hand to intertwine his fingers with Blaine's. Blaine loved how it felt, he hated to say it, but he would rather hold this boys hand than eat another cookie. And coming from Blaine, that was really saying something.
"I came to your house to apologize for being such a loser and telling you to leave a few days before," Blaine closed his eyes, trying to remember something. Anything. "and found you in your bed. You were curled up, lifeless, so I lay down next to you." He opened his eyes and saw Kurt smile a little, but it disappeared just as it appeared on his lips. "I was kind of dazing off when I felt your hand grip mine."
Blaine remembered. Well, he remembered something. A moment. He remembered Kurt gazing up at the wall, or the light, or something that didn't matter. He remembered those blue eyes. He remembered them opening a little wider, startled at something. He remembered them. Even if it as just a short moment, a short couple of seconds.
Kurt's POV
Kurt drove home that night silently. Blaine hadn't shown any sign of remembering him, and it made Kurt want to crawl in a hole and die.
Valentines day passed. Kurt walked through the halls silently, ignoring all of the couples kissing in the corners, in between the bookshelves in the library. He ignored the small notes he got from his friends. He blocked everything out.
He also got called to the counselors office after lunch.
Great.
"Mr. Hummel!" A way-too-cheery Emma Pillsbury said as Kurt walked into her office. "Please, have a seat!"
Kurt walked over to the two lonely, gray chairs and sat in the left one, which was pushed back from the desk a little.
"So, I hear you've been having some.. problems?" She spoke. "I have some brochures.."
"I don't need a brochure." Kurt muttered quietly.
"Um.. okay." Kurt glanced up at Ms. Pillsbury and watched her adjust some pencils so they were lined up perfectly. "Kurt, what's wrong?"
"Blaine forgot me." Kurt felt the lump in his throat, but didn't bite down on his scabbed lip fast enough. The tears rolled down his face and onto Blaine's sweatshirt. Kurt closed his eyes.
"I'm here to listen to anything you want to tell me, Kurt."
He let it all spill out. Everything, from the night he met Blaine. He couldn't help it. He trusted Ms. Pillsbury to keep it a secret of some sorts, he trusted her to help him. She moved to sit in the seat besides Kurt and rubbed his back as he got louder and louder, angrier and angrier. He told her how angry he was with the world, he told her how he couldn't figure out how to live any more. He told her everything.
"Kurt, I know you're in a tough situation right now. I want you to go home and think, alright? Just think. Think about getting over Blaine. I know it's hard, honey. I've had to do it too. With Will, believe it or not. But don't tell him," She chuckled nervously. "Anyways, I want you to think about how being depressed like this will effect you, because it will. You've just got to let go of it sometimes."
Kurt walked out of the school that day thinking. Maybe he did have to move on.
He still desperately hoped Blaine would remember.
I'll get the next chapter up ASAP(:
