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sirenspull_logs2012-04-01 10:22 pm
showbizpanache) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-04-01 10:22 pm
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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."
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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He frowned. "What?"
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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?"
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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."
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