Kurt called Dr. Lemaire first thing on Tuesday morning, only to find out that the doctor was away on an unexpected trip. "When will he be back?" Kurt asked, glancing at B who was listening to the conversation with interest.

"We aren't sure," the assistant answered. "He didn't say."

"Right." Kurt sighed. "When he does get back in, will you please ask him to call Kurt Hummel? He'll know what it's about."

The assistant agreed, and Kurt hung up the phone, turning to B and trying to not let his face show his concern.

"Where'd Dr. Lemaire go?" B asked.

"They don't know."

B put his hands on his hips. "That's okay." He nodded resolutely. "I feel pretty good today, and I'm not going to do any more investigating Blaine Anderson on my own… I should be fine until Dr. Lemaire gets back."

Kurt watched B put on a brave face and smiled. "You only have that one class this afternoon," Kurt said, walking up to him. "Want to come sit in on some of my classes at NYADA this morning?"

B smiled knowingly. "You want to keep an eye on me."

"Well let's see… The last two times I've let you out of my sight, you were kidnapped and then disappeared and passed out alone in some dingy alley. So, yeah, B, I want to keep an eye on you." Kurt smiled to try to make his words seem lighter.

"I didn't pass out," B said, looking down. "Passing out is something humans do. I shut off, Kurt. I just… It isn't even like sleeping." He looked back up at Kurt with a wide eye. "Where do you think I go when I'm not on? It's like I just… stop existing for a moment. There isn't anything human that's comparable."

Kurt let out a slow breath and leaned forward to cup the back of Blaine's neck with his hand and tipping their foreheads together. "I wish I had answers for you, B, but even growing up with androids, these are things I've never thought about before."

B nodded and moved the inch or two it took to kiss Kurt's lips. Kurt kissed him back and tried not to think about what would happen if one day B shut off and didn't turn back on again. It's like dying, B had said, and that's exactly what it would be.

"Since we can't…" B tried to speak between kisses. "Can't see Dr. Lemaire…" He kissed the corner of Kurt's lips. "We should just try to do some normal things." He kissed Kurt jaw and Kurt moaned a little. "We should…" Another press of the lips. "Have Rachel or Elliot over or something."

B pulled back to look at Kurt. "What do you think?"

Kurt was breathing a little heavily. "Yeah…" He said hoarsely. "Yeah, okay."

B smiled, he knew exactly what he was doing, distracting Kurt, and Kurt loved him for it. "And yes, I'd like to sit in on some of your NYADA classes today."

"Good," Kurt said, reaching for B's hand and clearing his throat. "I've been wanting to show off my boyfriend."

B laughed happily at that.

"Make everyone jealous," Kurt said with a wink.

B seemed in awe of NYADA. He was able to sit in on several of Kurt's classes, including his advanced acting class, and hear Kurt perform a monologue, and Kurt wasn't even embarrassed when B cheered and clapped for him as he finished. Everyone at school loved B, since he was attractive and charming and wasn't a student or a performer, meaning he wasn't competition for anyone.

"My, my, Hummel, where have you been hiding him?" Chandler, a fellow student, said when he was introduced to B.

"I haven't been hiding him," Kurt smiled.

"It's nice to meet you," B said, shaking Chandler's hand.

"Oh trust me, the pleasure is mine."

Kurt laughed and pulled B away. B had gotten similar reactions all day; he seemed to be well liked.

"The people here are really nice." B said happily.

"The people here are hitting on you because you're handsome and fresh meat," Kurt said, smiling.

"And because they don't know I'm a droid," B added.

Kurt frowned. "I don't think you understand how devastatingly attractive you are, B. They'd be hitting on you either way."

B blushed and reached for Kurt's hand. "I like it here. I think I would have enjoyed going to NYADA if I hadn't gone to NYU."

Kurt stopped short and looked at B, who didn't even seem to realize what he'd said. "What?"

B furrowed his brow before his eyebrows shot up. "Um… I mean the learning annex? I don't know why I said that."

Kurt swallowed. "Do you have memories of going to NYU?"

B paused and thought for a moment. "No. I really don't."

Kurt nodded and squeezed his hand, "Maybe we should go walk around the NYU campus sometime, see if it triggers any memories?" Kurt was so scared of B remembering things and becoming Blaine, a person who didn't know Kurt and may not want him, but he wasn't going to stop B from finding out who he was.

"Maybe," B said with a serious look on his face.

"Just… Don't go there by yourself?" Kurt asked.

B shook his head. "I promise I'm not doing anything else like that on my own. I wouldn't do that to you."

Kurt nodded and smiled and changed the subject by asking if B wanted Greek for lunch.

They invited Rachel and Elliot for dinner that evening, but they weren't both available until Thursday evening. Kurt was relieved when Thursday rolled around. He'd been uneasy all week, despite B's attempts to distract and comfort him. It was nice to just make fajitas and guacamole with B, bumping hips and flirting and not worry about anything for a while. Rachel brought tequila and margarita mix and soon the worries of the past week started to roll off of Kurt's shoulders.

They were sitting in the living room after dinner, laughing and talking. Kurt was sitting so close to B on the couch he was practically in his lap, and B had his arm around Kurt's back and kept nuzzling his neck. Kurt was feeling good.

"See, I wish I'd been in a glee club back in high school," Elliot said after Rachel had giddily told him the story of her writing a song about a headband, actually thinking they could sing it for the show choir competition. "We had choir, but not show choir."

"Oh, you would have been amazing," Rachel gushed.

"I do miss the New Directions sometimes," Kurt added. "There was so much drama, but I made some of my best friends in that club."

"And you were pretty good, right?" Elliot asked. "You made it to Nationals in one of your first years as a club?"

"Our second year," Rachel said triumphantly, not mentioning that they didn't even place that year at Nationals.

"You're lucky I didn't join the Warblers until the year after that," B said. "We would have given you a run for your money."

The conversation fell quiet.

"You were… in the Warblers?" Rachel asked confused, looking back and forth between B and Kurt for an explanation.

"I…" B looked at Kurt, panicking a little, and Kurt just held his breath and put a hand on B's knee.

"What do you remember, B?" Kurt asked in a small voice.

"I… I remember singing. I remember navy and red blazers…"

Kurt nodded, thinking back to the picture on Sebastian's desk. He hadn't put that together until now. Those prep school uniforms were Dalton Academy uniforms.

"I snuck into Dalton once," Kurt said. "I wanted to learn about the Warblers. They were good."

"What year was that?" B asked.

"2010?"

B nodded. "Blaine was in Paris then, and going to school there. So was Sebastian. We joined the Warblers the year after that. I don't think they ever went up against New Directions once we joined."

"No, they redrew the district lines," Rachel said as Kurt's stomach turned over.

"What else do you remember?" he asked.

"I… Nothing." B shook his head. "That's all a little foggy as it is."

Elliot and Rachel had already been filled in on what was going on with B, and right now, Kurt was grateful for that, because he couldn't think of a single thing to say.

"But the Warblers did perform after Blaine joined, right?" Elliot asked. "Just not against the New Directions?"

B shrugged, "I think so."

Elliot got up and walked to his bag hung up by the front door. He came back to the couch and pulled out a tablet. "Let's look it up!" It only took a simple search of Dalton Warblers Ohio 2011 before Elliot was pulling up a YouTube video. All four of them squished together on the couch to watch.

Kurt's heart was beating heavy against his chest as the lights came up on a stage and a group of navy-clad school boys started doo-wapping. Kurt noticed that Sebastian was one of them. Then a teenaged, curly-haired boy walked on stage, belting the solo for Lady Antebellum's Just A Kiss. It was clearly Blaine Anderson, singing with all his heart and bouncing around the stage.

Kurt pulled his eyes away from the screen to watch B, afraid that this might give him a headache and make him shut off. B continued to watch the screen, his face an impassive mask. What must it be like to watch someone who looks just like you? Did B remember doing this himself? Or was it like watching someone who had your face?

When the video ended, everyone was quiet for a moment. "Wow." Elliot said. "They really were good. Did they win Sectionals?"

"No," B answered. "The Warblers were busted for cheating that year. Not all of them, but some of them were taking steroids. We were banned from competition after that."

Oh god, B did remember this. Kurt tried hard not to let his face show his growing fear.

B looked up at Kurt. "Blaine didn't cheat," he said quickly, like it was important that Kurt knew that. "I didn't even know the cheating was going on. Um... he didn't. He didn't know."

"Well…" Rachel started, but then stopped as if she had no idea what to add.

B stood up from the couch. "I'm going… to go clean up the kitchen," he said, walking away, and Kurt looked at Rachel and Elliot with a lost expression.

"Should we go?" Rachel asked under her breath.

"Maybe?" Kurt said. "I'm sorry. I think B and I need to talk about this."

"Sure, of course," Elliot said, standing and reaching a hand down to help Rachel up. "But we can stay if you need us," he added quietly.

"No." Kurt hugged his arms around his stomach, feeling edgy. "I'll call you tomorrow, though."

Rachel leaned in, giving Kurt a kiss on the cheek before waving to B in the kitchen. "See you soon, B. I had a great time!"

B waved back at her distractedly. Elliot squeezed Kurt's shoulder encouragingly before he said goodbye to B as well.

Once they had left, Kurt joined B in the kitchen. He was standing in front of the sink and washing some dishes. Kurt wrapped his arms around him from behind and rested his chin on B's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Headache," B answered.

Kurt's heart thudded. Don't panic Kurt, he doesn't need that. Kurt reached forward and turned off the water before grabbing B's hands and drying them. "Come with me."

He led B back to his bedroom, sitting him down on the bed. "I can help with the headache," Kurt said, going to the desk and pulling out a small android tool kit.

"It's weird," B said. "I can remember things, but only spottily, and they fade in and out. How do you think that's possible?"

Kurt came and sat next to him on the bed. "They said that the B line was made to connect with Blaine Anderson, right?"

"Yes, but they also said it didn't work."

"Well… Maybe it worked better than they thought." Kurt slid the panel in B's neck open. "Do you feel like you're seeing someone else's memories? Or do they feel like your own?" Kurt asked as he tweaked a few things to help with B's headache.

"They feel like my memories when I first get them, but then they start to fade like a dream and… and I don't know."

"You know, if Blaine had come to Ohio a year earlier, I would have met him," Kurt said, finishing up and trying to keep things light. He looked at B with a smile. "Does that feel any better?"

B nodded. "Do you think you would have liked Blaine?"

Kurt smiled and closed the panel. "If he was anything like you? Absolutely. Plus," Kurt said, meeting B's eyes. "He was really cute."

B grinned and laughed a little. "It's sad though, isn't it?" B asked, his smile slipping.

Kurt let out a heavy sigh. "What happened to him is tragic, but you having some of his memories, that doesn't have to be tragic. It's like… He gets to live on."

"I feel like we should tell Sebastian."

"Sebastian didn't seem interested in hearing it, B," Kurt said quickly. He really didn't want to have anything to do with Sebastian Smythe.

"That's when he thought I was just an android that looked like his friend. Doesn't he deserve to know I have some of Blaine's memories? They were friends, they grew up together. B came home from school in Paris to go to Dalton with Seb."

Kurt tried not to wince at the nickname. B seemed to know more about Sebastian then Sebastian had ever told them. Kurt bit his lip and closed his eyes for a moment, building the courage he needed to ask this next question. He opened his eyes again to see B looking at him with concern. "Were you and Sebastian… or, um, Blaine and Sebastian…. Were they… dating?"

"No," B answered immediately, but then looked confused. "I mean… I don't know for sure."

Kurt placed a hand on B's back and started rubbing slow circles as B winced and reached up to rub his temple.

"The headache is back already?" Kurt asked in concern.

"I keep hearing things…" B's voice sounded off. "Why won't the noises go away?"

"B." Kurt sat forward, feeling a little panicky. "What noises?"

B looked at him, and his expression was nothing short of pure dread, and then his face went blank and he fell backwards on the bed. Kurt let out a small shout of shock and then immediately leaned over him. "Oh god, B?" Kurt's hands hovered over his shut down boyfriend, not knowing what to do to help him.

"B, please!" He slid open the panel in B's neck again and started loosening some parts that might have caused B to have a headache. Kurt's hands were shaking as he worked. "Come on, sweetheart, wake up. I… need you to wake up!"

B was completely motionless, with his eye closed.

Kurt covered his mouth with a hand to hold in a sob. He got off the bed and hurried to the living room to get his phone. He was dialing his dad's number before he even got back to his bedroom. B was still unmoving on the bed. Burt was an award-winning engineer; surely he'd know what to do.

The phone rang as Kurt sat down next to B, but it went to voicemail. "Dad," Kurt choked out. "I need your help. Please, please call me."

Kurt pressed B's neck, trying desperately to turn him back on. He'd never spontaneously shut down this long before. Kurt hung up the phone and lay down next to B, resting his head on B's chest. "I don't know what to do," he whimpered, and then dialed Dr. Lemaire's number, but no one answered.

Kurt clutched at B's shirt and tried to think of who else to call that might be able to help. He'd even call Sebastian Smythe right now if he knew how to get in touch with him.

"Please, B. Please wake up," Kurt begged, tears rolling down his face to be soaked up by B's shirt.

Kurt waited, holding B and feeling powerless. The minutes ticked on.

B breathed in a deep breath, like someone coming up from water, and sat up straight, toppling Kurt right off of him.

"B!" Kurt shouted, and B looked at him with a wide eye and a frantic look on his face. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Kurt cried, and then threw his arms around B and clung to him. B slowly lifted his arms to hold Kurt back.

"I'm okay," B whispered. "It's okay, Kurt." He rubbed Kurt's back softly. "I'm here… It's okay."

"I... I don't know how to help you when that happens," Kurt sniffed. "And I never know if you're going to wake up again."

B pulled back slightly to wipe tears from Kurt's cheeks, and Kurt's eyes fluttered closed at the gentle touch as he leaned his face against B's palm and then felt B's lips on his. "I'm sorry," B breathed.

"Don't be sorry," Kurt said, burrowing himself against B. "It isn't your fault."

"I don't want to scare you."

Kurt sighed. "I think you're right. We need to contact Sebastian."

B stiffened a little. "We should, but I was under the impression you didn't like him."

"I'm not sure I do, but… We can't get in touch with Dr. Lemaire, and Sebastian Smythe is the only other person we know who knows about you. And… We need help, B."

"Okay," B agreed.

Kurt pulled back from B's embrace to look him in the face. "I love you and… I don't want to lose you."

B smiled. "I love you too."

Kurt kissed him and then sighed, rubbing his eyes. "What noises did you hear before you shut off, B?" Kurt asked, remembering B's confusion and fear.

"I…" B paused. "I don't know. I think it was people talking? I would have sworn I heard my name."

"You heard someone call you B?"

"No."

"Blaine," Kurt said, understanding.

"It sounds crazy doesn't it?" B asked, worrying his lip.

"I think our bar for crazy is pretty low right now," Kurt said, brushing hair out of his face with a shaky hand.

"You're tired." B reached for Kurt's hand and kissed it softly. "How about we call it a night?"

Kurt felt like they needed to do something right then to help B, but what was there to do? "Okay." Kurt's momentary spike of fear had left him exhausted.

While they got ready for bed, Kurt's phone rang.

Burt. Kurt had left that frantic voice mail and then never called him back.

"Hello? Dad?" Kurt quickly answered.

"What's wrong, Kurt?" Burt's voice was strained, and Kurt winced.

"It was B… He shut off again and I didn't know what to do."

"Is he okay now?" Burt still sounded anxious.

"Yes," Kurt said, glancing over at B, who was crawling into bed.

"Is your dad okay?" B mouthed.

Kurt nodded and mouthed back, "Just worried about you."

"These periods of shutting off are getting worse, aren't they?" Burt asked, and Kurt rubbed his head.

"Yeah, they are."

"Listen, bud, I could leave the shop this weekend, come up there and take a look at him if you wanted."

Kurt almost started to cry. Just the idea of his dad coming here was such a huge relief. "I would really appreciate that, Dad. If it isn't any trouble."

"It's never trouble to be there for you or B," Burt answered, and Kurt smiled.

"Thank you, Dad."

They talked a little longer while Kurt did his moisturizing routine, and when they hung up, Kurt crawled into bed with B.

"My dad is going to come visit," he said, lying down and snuggling up against B's side.

"That's... a relief." B let out a long breath.

"We should have had him come up as soon as this started happening," Kurt agreed. "I still think we might need to talk to Sebastian, though."

"Yeah," B said, kissing Kurt's cheek. "I want to see him."

Kurt was quiet for a long time, thinking of a young Blaine switching schools and following Sebastian across continents so they could go to school together. If there was anyone else they could talk to about this, Kurt would pick them, but it seemed it had to be Sebastian.

"Good night, Kurt," B said sleepily.

"Good night, B."

Kurt didn't know how long he'd been asleep when he was torn out of his slumber by a loud noise. He looked at B, thinking he was having another nightmare, but B was still fast asleep, breathing peacefully. Kurt waited for a moment, trying to figure out what he had heard. Then it came again, a loud banging on the front door.

Kurt started. B was still sleeping through it, and Kurt glanced at the clock to see it was nearly midnight. He decided to just ignore whoever it was, only the pounding started again, sounding urgent.

Kurt wiggled out from under B, who was resting his head on Kurt's chest. He stood up and then leaned down to drop a kiss to B's temple - he couldn't help it when B snuggled into the bed so adorably. Kurt crept to the front room and looked out the peep hole of the front door to the lit hallway of the apartment building. Someone was standing there… A man. Kurt drew in a startled breath when he recognized who it was. There was more loud hammering on the door, and Kurt unlocked and opened it quickly.

The man outside his doorway ran a hand anxiously through his dark hair and looked at Kurt with apprehension. "Kurt Hummel?" Cooper Anderson said. "How the hell do you know my brother?"