Chapter Two: Living

Back in March 2016; NYC

Life couldn't be better, just couldn't. Later in those nights when Kurt couldn't make himself sleep, suffocated from the thoughts about everything that went wrong, he always thought that he should've known – he should've known that happiness cannot last forever, that soon or later bad things will start to happen.

They got married on 19th of December 2014. It wasn't some huge wedding. Sadly many of their friends wasn't able to do it to New York, but they couldn't get married in Ohio after all, it was still illegal there. However, the closest and most precious one were there and the moment could not be more perfect.

As husbands they rushed into life and everything was amazng. Kurt was just about to graduate from NYADA, while Blaine was supposed to have one more year there. Kurt had a few appearances on Broadway and although none of them was significant or made him rich or famous, it was enough for him to feel as he had accomplished one of his dreams. In the meantime his career in was going great. He developed his skills and started climbing in the chain. In 2016 he was already a deputy chief editor, Isabelle's right hand. He made great name in the fashion world as a designer. While working on Vogue he met Lilly Adams, who became his best friend apart from Rachel.

In the same time Blaine was studying hard while rehearsing for his first role on Broadway – not just any role, but lead in West Side Story (well, playing Tony on Broadway stage, wouldn't be too different from playing it in the McKinley auditorium, would it?). The opening night was due in May and Blaine was about to do his breakthrough not even having turned 22. Meanwhile he was working as a singer in a very famous night club in Soho. The club owner, Alex, easily became one of his best friends. Accidentally, it turned out one of Alex's best friends was Blaine's first cousin, Marina. They haven't seen each other in years, but became very close in no time. Marina became a huge part of their lives, their only real family in New York.

Then Kurt's fiend, Lilly, had the best idea ever. Kurt and Blaine were both starting to want kids, but they haven't decided yet how to do it. Then Lilly offered them to use Marina as their surrogate and Kurt's genetics. And since Marina was Blaine's closest relative, their future child would have had both their blood running through its veins. Marina agreed and after a serious talk they both decided that the moment was perfect and they were ready for this step.

They lived in the best city in the world, both had the jobs of their dreams, enough money to support a family and their marriage was flawless. And now they were going to be parents, real family. Life was amazing.

Before everything went wrong.

And if Blaine was able to remember any of this as clear as Kurt was remembering it, then probably he would be able to help himself, to win back his desire for living.

"Blaine?"

He lifted his gaze to meet Bobby's eyes. He wished it wasn't so dark so he could see their color.

"For how long have you been here?" Bobby's voice was singsong. After two days of nervous breakdowns, hysterical crying and hours of screaming for help, the boy finally fell into a state of numbness, all the time just staring at the ceiling and mumbling some nonsense, obviously thinking that he's speaking to his father or to someone named David. This was the first time for hours when the boy appeared back on his senses, speaking directly to Blaine.

"What do you mean for how long?"

"Like- have you been here since you were my age or when you were bigger? Have you been here forever?"

"I- no, I haven't been here forever and I think I've been much older than you when I was brought here, I'm sure of it. I just don't remember. I have no idea how old I am, or how much time I have spend here. But I used to have a life outside this place, I- I did!" He was just trying to convince himself. Truth to be spoken he had wondered those same things many times. All those vague memories, flashbacks with voices and faces – were they real, or were they just pieces of his imagination; dreams, created by his twisted mind to deny the fact that he was no one, that outside of this room nobody knew him, nobody had ever heard of a person called Blaine.

"This is good. Maybe you haven't been here for so long after all, you just don't remember. I'm sure that my Daddy is doing everything he can to help me and he'll find me very soon. He's always promised me that nothing bad is gonna happen to me. And you should know that my Daddy is like the strongest, smartest person in the whole universe, so he'll find me and save me in no time. And also my best friend David is already six, he will help me, you'll see," Bobby's voice was so sweet with confidence that it cause Blaine to almost made that weird sound people make when they are happy, he couldn't remember how they called it.

Blaine was starting to feel real affection for that boy, and that was something for him, considering the fact that two days ago he hadn't been sure if he can feel at all. And he kind of wished… if the world was different for him; if he was gifted with some other kind of living… he wished there was a kid that could say such a thing about him – that he's the strongest, the smartest person in the whole universe. He wished there was a kid to call him Daddy. He may had been forgetting his name all the time, but he would never ever forget that.

"Why are we here?" Bobby suddenly asked as this was some random question that had just occurred to him. His voice was so sweetly childish and it reminded Blaine how little and innocent, and fragile was Bobby and how wrong it was for him to be here. Suddenly Blaine felt like a really selfish person for feeling sorry only for himself when the one that actually deserved another living, the one that had done completely nothing to be here, was the boy. He should be home right now, with his loving father and his six-year old friend David, happy and safe. It wasn't fair at all and it made Blaine so angry.

"Blaine? Are you listening to me?" Those words not only pulled Blaine back from his thoughts, but actually made him do that noise, made him laugh (he can remember the word now). The words itself and also the annoyed, almost bitchy tone they were spoken with, were so familiar to him, sounded so naturally in his ears and so domestic.

"Sure, I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"I asked why we are here? Like what's the reason? There has to be some reason to keep us. And where exactly are they keeping us? What's that place?" Blaine was feeling as he was the five years old. Bobby was asking all these questions and right now they did seem logical but Blaine had quit thinking about them long time ago. There had been a time when he used to struggle, he used to wish to remember things, he used to at least ask himself questions. But not anymore. He couldn't recall the exact moment he stopped doing those things, but apparently he had given up eventually. He had stopped living and started his pathetic attempts of counting the endless hours of his existence here.

"I- I'm not sure about that either. This is some kind of a huge house, like- like a mansion. I think it used to be really rich house, because this is only the basement and what's left from the furniture seem to be really expensive. I know there is not much- not much light, but if you look around carefully you can see there is a coffee table in that corner and a huge cupboard with showcase over there. They look old and, half of the glasses are broken but it's obvious that this used to be a really fancy place" For a moment Blaine felt as he was a random host, touring a guest of his around his home. After all, this place was everything Blaine remembered; in some twisted way it was indeed his home. Still when he thought of the word home, in his head he had the picture of a cozy, filled with light apartment with warm brawn curtains and matching carpets. Big French windows looking towards a busy street and really comfortable couch, big enough for at least two people to cuddle on it. When you walk into this home of yours after terribly long evening at work you find someone sleeping on it, dreamy expression on his pale features. His eyes are closed but you're sure that they are blue underneath his eyelids. You smile fondly at him and go to wake him up and help him to move to the bedroom.

"This people that occasionally some and bring some food and stuff – they've been the same people for as long as I remember, but yet I've never exchanged a single word with them. At the beginning I used to ask them and beg them to set me free, to demand explanations from them," Somehow speaking with Bobby made Blaine's mind brighter, his memory a lot better. With every word spoken, it became clearer and clearer. "Not anymore though," he smiled sadly.

"Why not? Don't you want to break free?"

The question made Blaine freeze. Did he want to break free? Where would he go, if he wasn't here? His logical mind was telling him that there was nothing for him outside, that this place was the only home, the only living he could ever have. But somewhere deep in his head lived this idea, this dream of coming home to a cozy apartment, where soft smile and glaze eyes are waiting to meet him.

"I don't know" he answered and he was honest.

"How can you ever escape this, if you don't fight, if you don't desire to be out of here, Blaine?" Bobby's voice was so mature and sounded somewhat accusatory, but Blaine couldn't bring himself to feel guilt. This is how it was and he wasn't able to change it. "Do you really want to be here forever?Don't you want some other kind of living?"

Blaine didn't answer, but deep inside his soul he decided that after all he did wanted that, he wanted some other kind of living, in a world where someone is waiting for him.

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A/N: Well, hello again!
I owe you a huge apology for the delay. I am so sorry! I don't really have an excuse, you know how life can get. First, it was one thing, then another, and then I promised that I will go back to writing from next Monday and the Monday after that and so on...
However, I'm ambitious to finish this story and I hope you to stick with me. Brace yourselves, because it is just starting.

I would be eternally grateful to hear your opinion on this chapter!
Thank you for your attention!
I don't own Glee or its characters. They belong to their respective owners.

Marina xxx