sirenspull_logs | Stranger, baby, always keep me

Who: Kurt and Blaine
When: Late tonight.
Where: Kurt and Rachel's apartment.
Summary: Kurt's slowly picking up the pieces of what he's forgotten, and in the process he realizes that he doesn't really want to.
Warnings: Talking about touchy subjects, confronting them and healing. Maybe more, we'll see.

"...if you go into your NV history, you can find posts you yourself made."

It seemed easy enough. Rachel, Blaine and Finn had done their best to fill Kurt in about everything they could, but it was all so...surface-level. It was like being told the plot of a movie or a television series. None of it stuck to heart, none of it seemed real. He was still partially convinced that he was in the midst of a particularly lengthy dream, because that was what it felt like. Nothing was sinking in at all.

It was late Sunday night, and Kurt was itching to cook something. To his pleasant surprise, all of the cupboards were fully stocked with everything he liked, everything he needed to cook dinner for at least a week. Well I always make sure I'm prepared, he thought, and wanted to scream with the insanity of it all.

You've lived here. You work as a mechanic. You gave up school. He'd almost laughed out loud, convinced they they'd been joking, because that didn't sound like him at all. Why wasn't he attending a prestigious theatrical arts school, working his way into stardom-- Why the hell was he fixing cars?

He didn't have enough fingers to count how many times he'd burst into tears over the weekend. Everything just seemed so wrong, after all. It was as though he were stepping into the life of someone he didn't know, not himself--but as of earlier that day, things had started to look up.

His calendar had a date marked Audition, after all.

One by one little things stood out to him, mementos of his past here, and things finally started to click into place. He'd found a silver ring with the word 'Courage' engraved on it, and he'd slipped it on immediately, wondering why he hadn't been wearing it before. I lose rings, he reminded himself, and he'd smiled as he examined it fondly. In his bedroom he'd also found a curious little stuffed animal, handmade and rather hideous, as well as an oversized leather jacket. It was too big to be his or Blaine's, so he assumed it was Finn's and hung it up to give to him later. That didn't really explain the plush, though, or the posters he'd found around the apartment all colorfully designed and splashed with the words Vote power, class and dignity! Baron Franz d'Epinay for Newcomer Liaison!

It was time to do it, he decided. It was time to start filling in the gaps. He sat on the couch and took out his NV, and began to search. Hours and hours passed as he scrolled through and played back countless conversations, some good and bad-- It was bizarre and otherworldly, really, to have his life played back to him, and it began to make him feel sort of sick--especially when he read conversations between him and someone named Yaha, or past conversations between him and Blaine that didn't seem right at all. Some of them were good, though. Ahiru really was a good friend and a sweet girl, and he made a mental note to call her later. And Finn had been right--Santana had been here, and she was every bit the firecracker that she always had been.

The smile faded from his face, though, when he started reading recent conversations he'd had with Blaine. Why were they texting one another instead of calling? Why had Kurt sounded so cold and angry--and why was Blaine acting so guilty? He kept on going, his stomach tightening, and it all sort of blurred together after a while-- Fight, he'd read. Hurt. Drugs--

Suddenly, he couldn't read or listen anymore. He shut off his NV and slammed it on the couch next to him, staring at the wall for a second before picking it up and turning it on again. He called Blaine immediately, hoping it was late enough that the other boy wasn't working anymore.

"Blaine? It's Kurt-- Could you come over, please? Right now. Please be careful. Thanks."

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"So..." Kurt reached over to take Blaine's hand with both of his own. "You don't want to hurt me and you love me."

He lifted the hand he was holding and pressed it against his own cheek. "I'm pretty sure that's all I need, Blaine."

Blaine didn't say anything. He really didn't trust himself to speak. Instead he opened his hand and pressed his palm against Kurt's cheek.

Finally he found words, but they weren't really a reply. "I love the way your face feels," he said quietly. It sounded a little lame, but he couldn't help but feel that way with his fingers against Kurt's cheek bone, with his thumb against Kurt's jaw.

His face was so angular, so beautiful. No wonder he couldn't get it out of his mind.

For some reason that reply was just what Kurt was looking for. He simply laughed, moving forward to press their mouths together again. It felt so nice, so warm, so familiar--and he knew with all of his heart that this was still the Blaine he knew. He trusted that. No matter what Blaine had said he'd done, he knew deep in his heart that Blaine had never meant any of it. He knew Blaine. Memories wouldn't change that.

Blaine returned the kiss for a moment before pulling away. "No more kissing, remember?" he pointed out. He didn't seem to irritated by it though, instead he was smiling. "We can cuddle though. If you want to."

"Okay," said Kurt, sighing, surrendering, smiling. "Let's lie down."

He rolled over onto the bed, tugging the covers over himself, feeling suddenly cold.

Blaine took off his shoes and then settled in with him. He pulled Kurt close. "How do you feel? Have you had any headaches? Fatigue?" he asked. He was still worried that whatever had done this to him was still in his head, messing with him.

"A little," Kurt confessed, closing his eyes as he was pulled against Blaine. For the first time since he'd found himself wandering the streets of Siren's Port, terrified and confused, he finally felt safe. "My head hurts. It usually does when I try to remember something, I've found."

Blaine put his hand on Kurt's arm and trailed his finger tips gently up until he could touch the back of his neck and head. He rubbed carefully, trying to soothe whatever headache might be there. It worried him. It made him realize that whatever had done this might have more lingering affects.

"Have you seen a doctor yet?" he asked after a moment.

"No," said Kurt, and he smiled. "I don't remember if I know any doctors, remember?" He closed his eyes, humming softly, rendered limp by the soothing touch to his scalp.

"I feel fine," he said softly. "I'm probably just tired. I did a lot of rehearsing today, after all."

"You were singing?" Blaine asked after a moment. His frown deepened and he pulled the blanket around them more, as if anticipating that Kurt would feel cold and shaky. "Did anyone hear you?"

"I don't think so," Kurt replied, thinking nothing of the comment until he opened his eyes and saw Blaine's expression.

He frowned. "What?"

"The Core gives people power. You have the ability to sing and heal people. The problem is that when you do, you're giving them something of yourself. You transfer your energy to them, or something like that. A while ago you healed a really good friend of ours, but it put you in a coma..." Blaine's hand went back to rubbing the back of Kurt's head. "Tell me if you feel colder than normal, or if you hurt at all."

There was a long, long pause, then Kurt snorted with laughter. "Power?" he repeated, reaching up to touch his temples. "Like superpowers?"

He shook his head, laughing and snuggling up to Blaine. Honestly, he couldn't get worked up over anything anymore. This was too ridiculous, anyway. "What's yours? Being devilishly handsome? The ability to score every solo?"

Blaine smiled at that. "I wish. No, It's telekinesis. It's tied with my emotions. It gets worse when I'm upset. That's... that's why..." He can't say the words so instead he slides his hand around and touches Kurt's hand. The one with the scars.

"Oh, Blaine..." Kurt didn't feel horrified or upset at all. Instead, he felt relieved. When Blaine had said 'pushed', Kurt had immediately pictured--or tried to picture, at least--Blaine physically shoving him and that... Well, that was a picture that couldn't form in his mind at all.

Losing control of powers, though... As far-fetched as the the whole concept was, it made more sense to him. It was funny how that worked. "It's okay."

"No it's not," Blaine said simply. He touched the side of Kurt's face again. "Please don't try to excuse it."

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