Omg, I'm sorry if I made you cry! Seriously... gah! I feel bad! SORRY! (and yes, Fiona, I realized my grammar mistake. Thank you for pointing it out. .-.) On a lighter note, I GOT MY DCRISS PINK SUNGLASSES IN THE MAIL TODAY! Life=Made. Also, my laptop is getting pretty... messed up. So I'm having to transfer ALL of my files to a flash drive just in case it crashes. I hope it holds up until this fanfic is complete, but if I disapear for a few days, you know why. Hehe. Anywho. Here's chapter 8!

Song: Sami – Darren Criss (Yes, I DID change the lyrics around just a bit. Only so it would fit the story better! And if you haven't heard the song, LISTEN TO IT OR I WILL DEPRIVE YOU OF YOUR REDVINES FOREVER.)

I don't own Glee.


CHAPTER 8

Kurt

"Why can't you see
What you're doing to me?"

Blaine's POV

Blaine sat on the couch with his hands folded up behind his head, thinking. It had been only a few hours since Kurt had left. Blaine had watched his face go from a loving smile to a pained grimace, and onto an angry face he couldn't stick a name to. He ached to remember the whole scene, he really did. But his brain just wouldn't allow it. Blaine groaned and stood up, not even taking the last cookie from the tray. He couldn't eat now. He had to think.

Blaine found himself tugging his shoes on, pulling a jacket over himself, and running out the backdoor. It wasn't too cold, just the chilly February air. He had to be back at Dalton after his court trial with his father in a week, and he was not looking forward to that. Blaine wished he could remember everything that happened that night so he could get his Dad in some serious trouble. With his luck, he probably wouldn't. But Blaine just had one more year until he was on his own. One more year of pure torture from his Dad.

Blaine drew his jacket closer as a chilly gust of wind smacked him in the face. He was heading out to a small pond he went to every once in awhile. When he really needed to think. He hadn't been there for awhile, considering his business with school and the whole incident with his Father. And he kind of just forgot about the place. Blaine sat down a few feet away from the pond and reached forward to let his fingers dangle in the water. Surprisingly, it looked really clear. The area around it was kind of muddy and gross, probably due to the recently melting snow.

Blaine sighed and lay on his back, staring up to the sky. He chuckled, remembering the e-mail he had gotten the other day. It was rather odd... apparently the whole Glee Club at McKinley was after him. They knew the situation because one of the members had informed themof it, Blaine couldn't figure out how, but went along with it. They attached about ten videos of Kurt singing. Of course he watched all of them. He couldn't believe the boys voice. It was simply angelic, there wasn't another way to describe it. Blaine plugged in his earphones and listened to them on replay all night, trying hard to remember. He still couldn't. They claimed that they were just trying to help him remember Kurt, and if he used Kurt's voice as a weakness against them in regionals the next day, he was dead meat. He shot an e-mail back, reassuring them he wouldn't be attending regionals because of his predicament. Wes and David were furious at him, but they always had backup group numbers. After receiving a call from Wes later that day, he had informed Blaine that Vocal Adrenaline had won again. Blaine was a little let down, but they still had one more year to go.

He soon fell asleep in moments and drifted into the dream he had been wanting to have for weeks...

"Yes, Dad, I'm holding a boys hand." It was like Blaine was back in the moment, he was seeing things like he had the first time.

He looked up into his fathers eyes with pure terror flashed across his face as he backed up and grabbed the taller boys hand. It was Kurt.

Blaine's dream flashed back to another scene... one that happened moments before he was shoved down the stairs.

"Kurt?" He looked over and saw the boy, just like the memory he had hours before.

"Hey, Blaine." Kurt looked over to him and smiled.

And then Blaine was being pushed down the stairs. He felt large hands shoving him, throwing him, until his head collided with a wall. He could almost feel the pain again, he could almost hear Kurt screaming.

Blaine awoke yelling Kurt's name.

"It was him." Blaine said as he rubbed a hand over his face.

"It was him, I remember."

All of the memories flooded back to him, every single memory he held which included Kurt. Blaine smiled and jumped up, knowing he had to find Kurt. He came up with a plan while he walked back to his Grandma's house. He had a song to write.


Kurt's POV

Kurt sat in his French class, ignoring the lecture once again. He already knew the lesson and didn't care to listen to it. Well, nowadays, He didn't really care to listen to much of anything. A tap on his shoulder made him jump a bit.

"Mercedes said to read this or she'll hunt you down and rip your clothes." Sam leaned forward and whispered to Kurt as he passed a folded-up piece of notebook paper to him.

"Kurt – Come to Glee practice today. You'll want to come. And if you don't, you'll wake up bald the next morning. Love, 'Cedes."

Kurt crumpled the note up and shoved it into the desk, contemplating on going or not.

He found himself at his locker after the final bell rang, staring up at the picture of Blaine. Mercedes had printed it off for him and framed it, and he couldn't think of a better place to put it but his locker. Blaine could have seen it if he sat it somewhere around his house, so keeping it in his locker was the best choice.

Kurt shoved his textbooks into his locker and sighed, still thinking about the note. He really didn't want to wake up without hair.. and what would it hurt him? He turned around and stiffly made his way into the choir room.

"Yes?" He walked up to Mercedes and asked.

"Boy, you better not run out of here. If you'll sit through fifteen minutes of rehearsal, you'll find out why we wanted you to come." He glanced around to see eleven faces smiling back at him. Kurt found his way to a seat in the very back of the risers in a section that was usually abandoned.

After sitting for ten minutes and anxiously glancing at the clock twenty times, Kurt found out why they wanted him.

"Alright, Warbler boy, Get in here." Mercedes shouted.

Kurt's head snapped up as a million thoughts popped into his head.

Blaine walked in, sporting messy unkept hair and a tan leather jacket pulled over a white t-shirt with skinny jeans. Kurt gaped. What was he doing here?

"Kurt," Blaine looked up to Kurt with his gorgeous brown eyes as he headed to the piano. "I'm sorry."

He sat and started playing for a moment. Kurt felt hot tears trailing down his face as he smiled.

I've seen his face, I've heard his name
I've lost my place and he's to blame
And I can't stand it when I'm staring in his eyes
And she's not looking back, it's not a big surprise

Blaine was concentrating hard on singing as he belted out the lyrics. Kurt couldn't believe it.

I've heard music, I've heard noise
I wish that he could hear his voice
The way that I do when I go to sleep at night
And dream my life away but he's gone when I awake

Kurt, Kurt,
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me?

The way his hair falls in hiseyes
Makes me wonder if he'll
Ever see through my disguise
And I'm under his spell

Everything is falling
And I don't know where to land
Everyone knows who he is
But he don't know who I am

Kurt, Kurt,
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me?

I see you singing on that stage
You look just like an angel
And all I do is pray

That maybe, someday you'll hear my song
And understand that all along
There's something more that I'm trying to say
When I say

Kurt, Kurt
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me?

What you're doing to me!

Kurt, Kurt,
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me?

What you're doing to me...

Everyone in the room didn't move a muscle or utter a word as they watched the two boys. Both were seated, staring at each other with pained expressions. Kurt suddenly lept up from his seat and sprinted down to Blaine, he wrapped his arms around the boy before anyone could blink. Blaine stood and hugged him back.

"You remembered." Kurt whispered.

"Every moment of it." Blaine smiled as he said this.

The whole room was almost moved to tears, even Puck. Rachel and Mercedes were beaming, considering they were the two who had helped Blaine set it up. Mr. Shue was standing by Brad with a smile etched on his face. They all knew Kurt had finally found someone.

"I'll never say goodbye to you." Kurt leaned back a little to look into Blaine's eyes. They put their foreheads together and closed their eyes, staying like that until the room was emptied.

"I'll never say goodbye to you, either, Kurt." Blaine leaned forward and turned his face, touching his lips to Kurt's gently.


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