June 2013

Kurt's arms find Blaine's waist and he presses his cheek into Blaine's back. It's June and the heat is on the verge of being unbearable, but he can't help but want to be closer to Blaine after all of the months that they were apart in the last year. He stiffens when he sees the group of Warblers that Blaine invited, Sebastian amongst the crowd. "When did you and Sebastian become friends?"

Blaine sighs, "I don't want to start a fight right now, Kurt."

"I'm not—" Kurt pulls away and turns to place a gentle kiss to Blaine's mouth. "I'm sorry. That came out harsh and I honestly didn't mean it like that, okay? I was just curious."

"He came with Nick to an open mic night at the coffee shop in October, and we started talking. He's friends with Karofsky now too, apparently."

Kurt raises an eyebrow and laughs, "Now there's a combination I never expected. And I'm kind of surprised Dave never mentioned anything." There's a sudden burst of laughter that pulls them from their conversation, and Sebastian again catches Kurt's attention. He's sitting on the outside of the group, listening but not participating in the conversation or the fun. "He looks sad."

"His dad and my dad should go bowling," Blaine mutters, quickly hoping that Kurt misses it, but it's the one comment that has Kurt whipping his head back to look at Blaine. "It's why he spends all of his time at boarding schools. I thought if he had someone who he could talk to besides his roommate at Dalton that maybe—"

"Blaine?"

"Maybe we wouldn't have to go through another Karofsky this year."

June 2017

It happened in slow motion. At least that's the way Blaine remembers it later as he's talking to the police and detectives and doctors who ask him endless questions. He's a bit bruised from falling backwards, but other than that he's lucky to have escaped serious injury. Or so everyone tells him.

The man is standing at the edge, past the painted yellow safety line. Blaine can see that the man's hands are shaking, and Blaine furrows his brow in confusion. It isn't until he hears the rumbling of the incoming train that everything processes in Blaine's head. The train is edging forward quickly and the man takes another step forward toward the track. Blaine's eyes widen and when no one moves to pull the man back, Blaine steps forward, reaching his hand out to grasp the man's hooded sweatshirt.

"Oh my god," Kurt's running towards him, arms outstretched and a look of panic spread across his face. Blaine is pulled from his memory as Kurt envelopes him in a tight hug. "Oh my god, are you okay?"

He focuses on Kurt's arms around him, his cheek pressed into Kurt's chest, and tries to blink back the tears that are forming. He's not even sure where they come from, but they break past the wall he'd put up hours ago, and before he even realizes that it's happening his tears are falling down onto the front of Kurt's shirt. "He—He just—I—"

"The police told me you saved someone's life tonight, B," Kurt says softly, whispering I love you's into Blaine's hair. It's still short, but free of gel and full of curls so Kurt can run his fingers through Blaine's hair. It calms him and before Kurt can comment on the sudden wave of emotion the detective who had interviewed him when he first arrived at the scene steps back into the room.

"We don't have any other questions, but if we do we'll give you a call at home, okay? You did a good thing tonight, son. Go home with your husband and get some rest."

Blaine's gaping at Kurt as the detective leaves the room, and Kurt only laughs at his face, "Oh shut up, you, it's the only way they were going to let me in here. What do you say we go home, turn on the air conditioner, and order some take out? I think you deserve a day off from work after what you've been through."

"I—" Blaine swallows thickly and shakes his head, tears threatening to fall again. "I need to go make sure he's okay and—"

"Blaine," Kurt warns softly. "This guy has been through a lot. I think the doctors are more than capable of taking care of him. You saved his life tonight, B, there's nothing more you can do."

"Please, Kurt, please."

The wheelchair is protocol, even if he wasn't hurt badly, but the nurses are insistent so Kurt pushes Blaine down the hall towards the psychiatric wing. The nurse at the front desk tells them that visitors aren't allowed for new patients for 72 hours, but when they tell her who Blaine is she smiles softly and lets him through—at least to the window to see that the man in question is okay. Kurt stops the wheelchair, pressing down on the lock so that Blaine can stand up. Kurt glances through the window at the man in the bed. Through all of scruff and darkened eyes there's a familiarity about him, and Kurt's body starts shaking before his mind catches up because he knows where he's seen that face before. It's almost been four years, but he knows that face anywhere.

"Holy shit," Kurt whispers, his hand finding Blaine's arm to steady himself. "Holy shit, Blaine, that's Sebastian Smythe."