Title: Be My Escape (4/?)

Rating: T for later chapters

Word Count: 3,781

Disclaimer: Basically, if I owned Glee, it would have to be renamed The Klaine Show.

Author's Note: So, I don't want to make a big, rambling author's note, so I'll keep this short and sweet. I didn't really plan on continuing this (hence the HUUUGE delay) but I got a lot of reviews asking me if I could continue so...here I am, and I'll try my best to finish it. Sorry it's taken so long but I have had NO muse.

"Kurt, I'm pretty sure the pillow is plumped up enough," Burt stated, sighing in frustration as he watched his son beat the pillow for the tenth time since he was walked into the living room.

Kurt stepped back to admire his handiwork, oblivious to his father's patience lessening moreso by the second. He clasped his hands together and swivelled around to face Burt. "It's ready for you."

With a grunt, Burt sat down on the couch which had already looked pretty comfortable without Kurt messing around with it. "You don't need to make a fuss, Kurt," he said, tying his dressing gown.

With an indignant huff, Kurt walked off to the kitchen. "I was just trying to help."

He walked over to the stove and grabbed a ladle, spooning out some soup from the pot and putting it in a bowl before taking it through to the living room and putting it down on the table in front of his dad. "There," he said, still a little hurt that his previous efforts hadn't been appreciated.

After his dad muttered an unsatisfactory 'thanks', Kurt turned on his heel and walked out into the hallway, making his way upstairs. When he was about halfway up, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

He continued up the flight of stairs and walked into his bedroom, closing the door behind him then flopped backwards onto his bed, pulling his phone out his pocket to see who had text him.

It was an unknown number.

He unlocked his iPhone and read the message, a smile growing on his face as he did so.

Hey you, Joey gave me your number. I hope that's okay and you don't think I'm some creepy stalker or something—Blaine.

A smile immediately appeared on Kurt's face. He wasn't sure why, but the thought of Blaine texting him just made him happy. Quickly, he tapped out a reply, after he saved Blaine's number.

Hey (: No, it's not a problem. It's good to hear from you, actually. Are you feeling better?—Kurt.

Kurt hesitated before sending the text. Did it sound okay? Wait...why was he bothering about a text sounding alright? It was just to Blaine, a guy he had met only a few times, and only one of them had been when both of them were conscious.

A reply came soon after.

Much better, thanks. Hey, can I ask you a favour?—Blaine

A favour? What could Kurt possibly do for Blaine?

Of course. Wait, I won't have to break the law, will I?—Kurt

There was no harm in checking, right?

No, nothing like that :P I was just wondering if maybe you could come to the hospital tomorrow? If you can, any chance you could bring your CD collection? Or your iPod, whatever is easiest.—Blaine

Kurt was a little surprised at the request but he figured that Blaine was probably just bored and needed some entertainment. He couldn't help but be a little pleased that it was he who had been asked.

Absolutely. See you tomorrow.—Kurt

Kurt reached over for his iPod and slid the USB cable into it, making sure it was completely charged for tomorrow. His phone then buzzed with a reply.

Can't wait!—Blaine

If anyone asked him, Kurt would flat out deny it, but there had never been another text that had made him smile so much.

"Kurt?"

Swivelling around after closing his car door, Kurt found himself face to face with Joey. "Hey," he smiled at her.

"What are you doing here? Not that I'm not pleased to see you," she quickly added.

Kurt looked her over, noticing that her outfit was slightly brighter today. Her old ratty black hoody had now been replaced by a red one which looked newer and slightly less baggy. She still had her bag of a million keyrings slung over her shoulder and a questioning look on her face.

"Blaine asked me to come over," he explained. "He asked me to bring my iPod. Do you know why?"

Joey shook her head in answer.

"I guess he just wanted some entertainment," Kurt shrugged. "So are you just going in?"

His blue eyes scanned the parking lot to see if Joey had been accompanied by her father. She seemed to figure out what he was doing.

"No, I was just leaving. My dad's picking me up in five minutes," she explained, to which Kurt nodded. He wondered if he should wait with her until her dad arrived but she had other ideas.

"You should go get Blaine. The guy gets bored easily so he'll need some company," she smirked.

"Alright," Kurt said. "You'll be okay here though, right?"

This earned him an eyeroll from Joey who gave him a gentle shove on the shoulder. "Kurt, go," she urged him and he held his hands up in surrender.

"Alright, I'm going," he laughed. "See you soon."

He walked into the hospital, only this time he wasn't filled with a sense of anxiety like he had when his dad was the place. Even after his dad had woken up, Kurt had stilled been worried when walking into the hospital, just in case a doctor stopped him in the corridor and told him that something had went wrong.

This time, however, he felt more at ease and also, although he would never admit it, he was excited to see Blaine.

Reaching Blaine's room, he went to knock but peered in instead just in case Blaine wasn't there. He was though and the look on his face almost made Kurt laugh aloud.

He looked annoyed but in a comical way. His face was screwed up in disgust and he was pressing hard down on the buttons of the remote. Clearly he wasn't finding a channel that suited his preferences.

"Daytime television isn't your thing, I'm guessing?" Kurt commented as he strolled into the room causing Blaine's head to snap up. A grin appeared on his face when he saw Kurt.

"Hey!" he greeted him, brightly. Blaine went from being in a slouched position to sitting up straight, a goofy smile still on his face.

"Hey, yourself," Kurt replied, sitting down in the seat beside Blaine's bed. "How are you?"

"Better now that you're here," Blaine said without any hesitation.

Kurt swallowed. "Because I'm here? I'm not the best company around."

Blaine just shrugged. "Nah, you're actually great company. Everyone around here is all moody and morose except you. You actually smile."

This only caused Kurt to do exactly that until his cheeks were aching. Before he went red, he quickly changed the conversation. "So, uh, why did you want me to bring my iPod?"

Blaine shuffled himself into a more comfy position, on his side slightly, angling himself towards Kurt who had no objections.

"I was actually kind of hoping that if I heard a familiar song or something, it might jog my memory a little bit. Like As Long As You're Mine did," Blaine said, a little unsurely as if he was embarrassed by this request.

Kurt, however, thought it was a great idea. "That could work," he nodded then chewed on his lip before speaking again. "Why did you need my iPod? I mean, there's bound to be a radio around here somewhere."

The cheeky grin on Blaine's face was back. "Yeah, but you wouldn't be here," he said as nonchalantly as possible.

Before he turned beetroot, Kurt quickly began rummaging in his bag for his iPod and pulled it out, unwrapping his earphones from around it. "So, do you have speakers or something?" he asked, not making eye contact with Blaine.

"I have a docking station there," Blaine stated, jerking his thumb to his nightstand where a small docking station sat that Kurt hadn't realised was there.

He connected his iPod to it then pressed shuffle, praying that no embarrassing songs would begin playing.

The first song that began playing was Here Comes The Sun by the Beatles. Kurt smiled at the familiar tune. It was a song that he had listened to many a time when he had simply needed some cheering up. He turned to Blaine to see what his reaction to the song was.

A concentrated frown was on his face which didn't look too promising.

"Do you know this song, Blaine?" Kurt asked slowly, trying not to sound too patronising.

Blaine tilted his head to the side. "It...it sounds familiar but I can't...I can't..." Blaine let out a groan and dropped his head, his eyes closing.

Immediately, and without thinking, Kurt reached out and rested his hand on top of Blaine's. When his brain caught up with the rest of his body he realised that he might have been invading Blaine's personal space and was about to move away when Blaine's hand curled around his.

No, of course Kurt's heart rate did not just speed up at that.

"Nobody expects you to remember everything, Blaine," Kurt said. "Take it easy and don't strain yourself too much."

Blaine looked up, his hazel eyes now open and Kurt was alarmed to see that tears were shining in them. "I can't help it though, Kurt," he whispered and the other teenager's heart almost broke at the vulnerability in Blaine's voice. "It's not the fact that I can't remember a stupid song. It's the fact that...I've lived a whole life that I can't remember. I mean, I have friends at Dalton but I couldn't tell you a single one of their names. Apparently I'm a good student at Dalton but I can't even freaking remember what grade I got for my last math test. Then there's Joey... She's my sister but I don't remember her. There are some things I remember, like going to see Wicked with her and my mom but...she looks at me and all I can see is this hurt in her eyes and that kills me. I'm supposed to know who she is but I don't, yet she doesn't even push me to remember..."

A single tear rolled down Blaine's face and at that moment all Kurt wanted to do was wrap him in a hug, but he didn't. He knew that when he was upset, physical contact was completely off the cards. Perhaps, despite the current hand holding, Blaine was the same so Kurt didn't want to smother him in any way if he wasn't comfortable with it.

What Blaine did need though, was someone to talk to.

"Blaine..." he began slowly. "This isn't your fault. You had a bad fall and ended up here. I know it's frustrating but you'll get there. Just give it time. You can't push yourself because you'll only get stressed and then you'll never get anywhere. Joey understands that. That's why she doesn't say anything."

Blaine was quiet for a while before he gave Kurt's hand a quick squeeze. "I guess..." he whispered, a teary smile appearing on his face. "Thanks, Kurt."

Kurt returned the gesture and nodded. "No problem."

Blaine suddenly flushed, as if embarrassed by his previous rant. "Do you think...do you think we could play another song?" he asked.

Understanding that he wanted to change the subject as quickly as he could, Kurt nodded and pressed the button on his iPod for another song. He almost winced at the song that came up.

It really was a guilty pleasure of his.

"You think I'm pretty without any make up on,

You think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong."

Kurt almost groaned at this embarrassing choice of music. He never admitted to being a Katy Perry fan, mainly because it just didn't seem very...'Kurt'. He grimaced and when he didn't hear any gasps of recognition from Blaine, he moved to turn it off quickly.

Then he stopped as another voice sang in harmony with his iPod.

"I know you get me, so I'll let my walls come down, down."

Kurt stared at Blaine who was now singing along to the song, a happy and excited grin fixed on his face. Well, if Kurt had been hoping for a positive reaction, he got it although he never imagine he'd get one on this scale.

"Before you me met, I was a wreck

But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life

Now every February, you'll be my Valentine, Valentine..."

Unlike last time, Kurt did not join in the song, instead choosing to let Blaine carry the song by himself. He seemed to be having no problem doing this as he continued to sing.

"Let's go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance, until we die

You and I, we'll be young forever."

As he reached the chorus, Blaine's voice grew louder, his eyes closed and a smile on his face. Although the disappearance of the hazel orbs was not something that Kurt would have willingly chosen, it gave him a chance to...look at Blaine. His eyes roamed the tan skin, the strong jawline with a hint of stubble, the basically flawless features that dominated the face of one Blaine Anderson as he sang.

"You make my feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep

Let's run away and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back."

Blaine didn't continue. Instead, he let out a satisfied sigh and blinked open his eyes, causing Kurt to quickly look down at his lap. He realised that he still had his hand in Blaine's but he didn't remove it. Instead, he continued to look down.

"I guess you know that one, huh?" he asked the curly headed boy.

"Yep..." the thoughtful tone in Blaine's voice made Kurt look up again. He noticed the small smile on the other boy's face and was about to ask if a certain memory came with the song but Blaine beat him to it.

"I think...the Warblers and I...we were going to sing this song soon. Just for an impromptu performance sort of thing. "

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "You mean...the glee club at your school is...kind of cool?" he asked, incredulously.

Blaine let out a short laugh. "The Warblers are like...rockstars." The smile on his face grew wider. "I remember...I remember one time there was a new kid. His name was Jeff. I remember he was shy and reserved—he had came to Dalton because he was bullied for being gay at his old school—" At this, Kurt grew even more interested. "—and he had heard about the Warblers. One of the other members, Nick, had heard him singing in the shower in the dorm they shared and kept badgering the council to let him audition to join. He had built the image of us up to Jeff so much that when we did ask him to join, the poor guy looked like he was about to faint."

Blaine was laughing now, a proper, genuine laugh and Kurt couldn't help but join in. It was just something that happened whenever Kurt was with Blaine. If the other boy was sad, Kurt felt like he wouldn't be able to smile again until the other boy did and if Blaine was happy, then Kurt was too.

"You remember that?" Kurt asked when he finished giggling.

Blaine nodded and looked at Kurt with a pleased expression on his face. "I think it's all coming back," he said, quietly but happily.

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand. "I'm glad," he replied. And he honestly was.

For the next hour or so, they sat in that same position, holding hands and listening to different music that was on Kurt's iPod. Some brought back memories for Blaine such as 'La Vie Boheme' from the musical RENT which had led to Joey asking him what masturbation was when she was 11 and needing Blaine to give her 'The Talk' which he described as being one of the most uncomfortable things that he had ever done in his life. Kurt noticed the sadness in his eyes when he noted that he wished they had a mother figure to tell her about those things instead.

Certain songs also brought back some memories for Kurt and he winced when 'Pink Houses' came on. He didn't dare look at Blaine who was staring at him, mystified.

"...I didn't peg you as a John Mellencamp fan," he finally managed to say.

Kurt groaned and buried his head into his free hand. "Don't ask," he mumbled, knowing his face was bright red.

"Come on," Blaine whined in a way that reminded Kurt of a petulant five-year-old.

He sat up straight and shook his head, wildly. "Nope, not at all. Nope. Never."

Then he made the mistake of looking up at Blaine who was staring at him with wide, pleading, hazel eyes. Kurt thought he was going to faint.

"Hey, no fair," he managed to choke out. "You don't get to use the puppy dog eyes on me, mister!" As he said this, he made sure to avert his gaze and look anywhere but at Blaine.

He heard the other boy chuckle and lean back. "I'll get it out of you someday."

"Oh, I hope not," Kurt muttered. The memory of last year when he had tried to convince his dad he was straight still haunted him. He had dressed like a trucker, spent hours watching football and made out with Brittany. He was not ready to relive a time as embarrassing as that, especially not in front of Blaine.

His words only made Blaine laugh again. Something about the sound caused Kurt's heart to flutter a little...and it wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling.

However, just as quickly as he had began laughing, Blaine stopped and Kurt looked up in concern, wondering why that joyful sound had been cut short so abruptly. He saw Blaine staring into the space in front of him, his eyes looking slightly watery.

"Blaine?" Kurt called.

The other boy blinked and turned to Kurt. "I just want to remember what happened, Kurt...but what if I don't? What if I move on and there's a whole chunk of my life that I know nothing about? I need to know what happened to me...why I ended up in here."

"You will," Kurt blurted out, although he knew that he couldn't completely promise Blaine this. "Your memory is returning and, sooner or later, you'll remember what happened to you, Blaine. It'll all work out."

He held his breath as he waited for Blaine's reply. It took a few minutes but eventually, Blaine nodded. "Thank you, Kurt," he whispered.

"It's no problem," said Kurt, eagerly. He glanced to his iPod again and realised with a jolt that it was almost seven o'clock. He let out a sigh. "I better go..."

Blaine's eyes also darted to the look at the time. "Yeah," he said, sadly. "I wish you didn't have to."

There was no denying the warm feeling that spread throughout Kurt's body.

"It's okay," Blaine continued, probably mistaken Kurt's blush for a negative thing. "I know you need to get home."

"What if I come back tomorrow?" Kurt asked then winced at how desperate those words could be interpreted as.

However, Blaine's face lit up at that moment. "You will?" he grinned, brightly.

Kurt nodded, a grin on his face too. He was reminded again of how infectious Blaine's moods could be.

"Okay then," Blaine beamed. "I guess I'll see you then."

"Indeed," Kurt replied, before standing up and taking his iPod out of the docking station, shoving it in his bag before giving Blaine a small wave and beginning to walk out the door. When he was halfway across the room, Blaine called out to stop him. "Wait!"

Kurt turned around to look at his friend, curiously. What he didn't expect to see was Blaine smiling goofily at him with his arms outstretched. "Hug?" he asked.

God, that boy was adorable.

With a disbelieving laugh, Kurt moved forwards and opened his arms, returning the hug Blaine gave him when he reached him. He didn't miss the way that they both held onto each other a little longer than necessary, both of them reluctant to let go. They had to eventually though.

"Goodbye, Blaine," Kurt said, making his way to the door again, his heart hammering in his chest, because a boy had hugged him. A boy had actually hugged him without freaking out or squirming away because they were afraid of him getting the wrong idea. It was an amazing feeling.

"Bye, Kurt."

When Kurt got home that night, all he could think about was the hug that he had shared with Blaine. It had just felt...right. They had fitted perfectly in each other's arms and Kurt knew that it wasn't only him that hadn't wanted to break away.

He knew he was attracted to Blaine, that was for sure. It was hard not to be because that boy was fine as hell, yet there was also the fact that Blaine was actually gay that stuck in Kurt's head. Say he did have a tiny crush on Blaine (hypothetically, of course) he would be reassured that things wouldn't turn out like they had with Finn, or even Sam (although he was still on the fence about him).

However, Blaine already had enough stress in his life at the moment. He didn't want to be bothered by Kurt. So, the other boy would just be a friend for him right now, just like he needed.

Kurt walked upstairs and flopped onto his bed ungracefully, a small smile still on his face as he thought of Blaine.

His phone buzzed beside him and he sat up immediately and grabbed it, his smile widening when he saw that it was from Blaine.

He opened it and read it. When he did, he froze. There were only two words on the screen but that was enough to make Kurt's eyes widen in shock.

He read the text over again and let out a shuddering breath when the words sank in.

What the text said, you ask?

I remember.