A/N: I know you may hate me for the big time jump, but oh well. I love every single one of you that has even read a word of my story! This story is nearing the end, and I've decided against making this one really long chapter, and dividing it. Sorry it took so long!
Blaine
It's toward the end of Senior year, and I've practically been counting the days 'til graduation. Kurt isn't as excited as I am, of course he is excited to move to New York with me, but knowing he'll never have glee club again is making him a little depressed.
Though, I'm happy to announce that we celebrated our one year anniversary, and it was absolutely perfect. I'll spare you all the details of it, because it takes to long to explain.
It's Wednesday, and I'm not really sure why but all day today, I've felt like someone has been watching me all day. Walking towards Kurt's locker, I completely forget the feeling. I see him from a distance, he's facing my direction, talking to Mercedes, smiling ear to ear. I literally have to stop walking and just admire him for a second. Every time he smiles I feel like air is taken away from me, like the floor has been ripped out from underneath me, like everything in the world is completely wonderful. I'd do anything to keep him smiling and laughing.
After a few people get irritated of me just standing in the middle of the hallway and shove me, I begin moving toward Kurt once more. When he catches sight of me finally, his smile grows wider. "Where have you been?" He questions at once. "Oh you know, admiring how beautiful you are from afar." I beam. This makes Kurt go red and hide his face a little. Mercedes, who had been stepping backwards slowly informs us that she'll catch us in Glee, and that the bell is about to ring.
Luckily for us, this is our free period and since we are Seniors, we're allowed to leave school during this time. "Where shall we go today?" I ask, as we stroll hand in hand to my car. Kurt doesn't answer until we are in the car. "Lima Bean I suppose." he sighs.
The drive to our favorite coffee shop is familiar, and the chat we have during the ride is light. We agree that it is my turn to buy the coffees', so Kurt will grab a table since it's fairly busy at this hour. After ordering and paying for our usual's, I find Kurt sitting at a small table in the corner by a window. His back is turned to me, and I can, even from across the room, see something is troubling my boyfriend. When I sit across from him, my suspicions were confirmed. I reach for his hand, but he flinches and withdraws it from the table. "What's wrong, Kurt?" I whisper, trying to get him to look at me. His eyes were pink around the edges, and water was forming in his eyes, just a few tears running down his flawless face. He didn't answer immediately, but when he did his whispered words were like bullets into my heart. "Another memory." My breathing hitched. "What caused it?" I croaked. Kurt dived into the story of how another memory decided to unsheathe itself.
"When you got into the line to order our drinks, I spotted this table. When I approached it there were people sitting right there," He motions to the table next to ours. "And this guys chair was in the way so I asked if he could scoot in so I could get by. Obviously he either saw us walk in holding hands, or thought my voice was really feminine. He called me a faggot, Blaine. That one word brought up the worst of all the memories yet." Anger was building up inside of me. For one someone called my perfect boyfriend a faggot. Two, the doctors all say that Kurt should try to get all of those memories back, but I think differently. Who would want to remember the time when they were almost beaten to death? Every time he remembers another piece, he can't sleep for days. "Do I need to take you home?" I blurt. Kurt, now studying my face, answers immediately. "You know I feel safer in your house. Besides, I'm not sure if I can move much right now. Do you want to know what I remember?" Kurt squeaks the last question, like he is to scared to share. "I only want to know if you're ready to share it Kurt." I assure him, taking his hand underneath the table, and rubbing small circles in his palm with my thumb. Kurt steadies his breathing as I send a text to his dad and my mother, "Another memory" it reads, and with just those two words they'll understand why we won't return to school today. "Are you sure you don't want to leave here?" I double check, and he reassures me.
It's another twenty minutes before he decides to confess the memory, and at this time we decided to go sit inside of my car, because it's more private. We sit in the backseat so there isn't blocking me from holding him when he needs it. "You know how my last memory was that he threw the table out the window?" I nod, "There is a gap in this memory. Now I remember lying in the kitchen, then all of a sudden I'm in the hallway upstairs, and he's standing on top of me. My vision was blurred but he had something on his hands, long – almost like a bat – and he's prodding me, just laughing at my pain. I remember tasting blood inside my mouth, and looking up at his face. He was smiling. I remember wanting him to turn around and leave. Thinking maybe I could some up enough strength to get to my phone." The car was silent for a long minute, and I was already holding Kurt. Trying to comfort him. We cried together, and we ignored the stares from the people that left the coffee shop, and the beeps that came from both of our phones.