Summary: Sebastian and his mother finds a boy walking along the road, that can't seem to remember who he is.

Title: The Roads we walk...

Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian

Warning: Amnesia

Beta: Thanks to The Other and jwmelmoth, all mistakes are mine

Disclaimer: Glee is not mine

The parts in bold is French

Chapter 4: Let's start this

The next week passed by fast. Alex talked to the specialist every day that week, and he shared some of it with Sebastian. After a few days it was clear that the memories weren't coming back any time soon, at least not whilst laying in a hospital, so the staff had decided to let Alex go with the Smythes when the week was over.

Alex had some mood swings, naturally, and went from his calm and happy self to a sobbing mess to a screaming rage. It was usually when he was tired and frustrated, and if Sebastian wasn't around. The staff had found it best to just let him wear himself out. Sebastian seemed to have a calming effect on Alex, and when asked about it, the patient could only say that he felt safe with Sebastian. They kept working on the list, and Sebastian even brought some language recordings to check if Alex was familiar with them. Other than slightly recognizing Spanish and Hebrew for some reason, it seemed that he didn't know any more, and they were starting in on the weirder ones.

The search for his car and identity was not going as well. After three days of looking for the car, they hadn't managed to find it, and had decided that Alex had most probably walked there. They started looking more closely at the towns around, but no one recognized his face.

Sebastian and his mom had discussed where they would take Alex when they let him out of the hospital, and they had talked it over with his dad and their relatives in Buffalo, and had in the end decided that it was best to stay in Buffalo. His aunt and uncle owned a large mansion, with a huge garden and in general a much more open space than the apartment they had in New York. The rest of the family would drive down and stay with them there, and they would talk about New York again after a few weeks.

Sebastian only had two cousins in Buffalo, and they were both under the age of five, Marian at four years old, and Robin at two. They couldn't wait to meet this mystery man, and they always wanted to come with them to the hospital.

Tuesday, a week and a half after he had been found, Alex was discharged. The wound was closing itself nicely, and he had been told that as long as he was careful with it, there shouldn't be a problem. He would have to come in once a week for a check up as well as to talk with a psychiatrist until they removed the stitches, and if his memories didn't start coming back in a few weeks, he would get a new social security number and a passport.

Sebastian had come to drive Alex to his new home, and as they walked out the hospital doors, Alex stopped and closed his eyes and took a deep breath. They had absolutely no idea what could be triggering his memories, and for all they knew, he could take two steps outside the hospital and suddenly remember everything. Sebastian just looked at Alex as he stood there. He had gotten some more meat on his bones since he had arrived at the hospital, and he was wearing some clothes Sebastian had bought; a pair of black skinny jeans and a simple, tight sweater. Sebastian had tried to remember what clothes Alex was wearing when they found him, and had bought something as close to that as possible. He would have given Alex some of his own clothes, and though the pants might have fitted, the shirt never would, Sebastian's torso was simply too long. Alex's skin was a little pale, but they would fix that with a few days in the sun., and his head was covered in a hat that looked surprisingly good, as they had to shave almost half of it on the side to do the surgery.

Alex suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Sebastian with raised eyebrows, and he stared the slighter boy towards the car. It was his mom's car, a Volkswagen, and as they drove out of the parking lot, Alex touched the dashboard and looked around the front seat.

"Is this the car you were in when you found me?"

"Yes, I was sitting in the passenger seat with you in my lap. Do you remember it?"

Alex tipped his head and made a frustrated sound. "Not... no like remembering, but more like... I think it's the smell." He closed his eyes again and took another deep breath before nodding. "Yes, it's the smell. I recognize it."

"That's really good."

The hour or so out to the house went mostly with a little smalltalk and Alex looking out at the buildings and fields and in general taking in as much as possible. As he pulled the car into the drive way, Alex' eyes where firmly locked on the big house in front of them.

The weeks went on, and the days passed by fast. Alex had some bad days, but also a lot of good ones. Within the first week, he had met all the extended family that lived in the area, and after everyone had stopped treating him like he was made of glass, he got along with most of them perfectly fine. Katherine and Oliver both liked Alex, and vise versa, but it was too early to say how he would fit in the dynamics of the family. Most of the Smythes were still very careful with Alex, they didn't want him to have to deal with anything else than the memory loss, so they walked around him like on eggshells. The longer since the accident, the less likely it was that the memories would return, and Alex had, with the help of the therapist, started letting his old life go. It wasn't that he wanted to, or that he was so keen on never remembering, but he couldn't live in an unknown past forever. He needed to start his life again, to find a purpose and dreams and get some idea of what he wanted.

Sebastian had been the first one to start treating him like a normal human being, and Alex loved him for it. He had found that Sebastian was snarky and witty and extremely kind, and after his little cousins stopped being so careful around him, Alex felt like he was finding a bit of himself as well. He didn't know if what he was finding was a totally new self or if he was just picking up old pieces of himself, but Alex found himself to be sarcastic and witty and loyal to those he loved.

He and Sebastian went through the list, sometimes with the help of his younger cousins, and they had a lot of fun with it. Sebastian decided that every hobby Alex tried, he should do too, which lead to some extremely fun moments.

French seemed to be the reach of his language, though he recognized a few more. They had quickly discovered that he could sing, and Sebastian had been very pleased to have someone to sing with. After trying out a few classes at the local gym, they had also found that he could dance rather nicely, and that he might have been a gymnast or something, as his flexibility was rather insane.
He had tried painting, knitting and sculpting, all three a disaster. He seemed to understand a sowing machine well enough, but they had only made samples to figure it out. Sebastian had almost stitched up his hand on the machine, so they had let that be for now.
They tried out every sport Sebastian could think of, and though Alex was decent at some of them, it didn't seem like it was something he had been doing before.

They had also found out other things, smells that Alex associated with different things. They had walked by a dumpster once, and the second they had come in smelling distance, Alex had backed off, refusing to go past it without Sebastian between him and the dumpster. Another time, they were at the mall when someone sprayed a perfume their way, and Alex had relaxed his whole body and had gotten tears in his eyes, without any idea as to why.

Summer was almost half over when Vivan sat down with them in the living room with a serious face.

"Boys, we need to make a decision soon. Sebastian, you are still enrolled at you school in France, and I have talked to the headmaster there. They have no problem with letting Alex start there as well, he would need to take some placement tests to see which year he'd fit in. Alex, if you would rather stay in the States, we have several schools we can contact, but we need to do so now."

"What are you and dad doing?" Sebastian asked.

"I need to go back to France in a few weeks, your dad is still making up his mind. Katherine and Oliver will stay, of course, and continue their studies."

Sebastian looked at Alex and raised his eyebrows in question. As far as he was concerned, he would go wherever Alex went.

"Can I even leave the country? What will happen with the therapist and everything?" Alex asked.

"Yes, we are working on getting you a passport, it won't be ready when I have to leave, but you boys can fly down a little later. I have talked to the hospital and the social services, neither is particularly happy with you leaving the country, but I know some therapists we can contact in Paris who will be able to continue to help you. Boys, we don't need an answer today, but soon."

Vivian gave them a smile before leaving the room, and Sebastian grabbed Alex' hand in his, squeezing it in a hopefully reassuringly way.