Chapter 4: Flashbacks

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When Kurt exited the boys lavatory, he bumped into the last person he expected to see after his freak-out moment in te cafeteria.

"B-Blaine!"

The hazel-eyed boy looked at him in concern.

"Kurt, hey, are you okay? You just stormed out all of a sudden. Did I say something wrong?"

Kurt found himself staring at Blaines face.

"N-no, he stammered. "I just –sorry. I wasnt feeling well all of a sudden."

Blaine let out a sigh and smiled slightly.

"For a minute I thought I had offended you or something." He glanced at his watch. "Theres still a bit of lunch left –would you like to go back to the cafeteria now?"

Kurt was nodding wordlessly. It was an odd sensation, staring at Blaine now, markedly different from when he looked at him a while ago –almost trance-like. In the span of about five minutes since Kurt stormed out of the cafeteria, there was this peculiar feeling of change with Blaines aura that he could not quite put his finger on. Blaine was smiling fully now.

"Well, lets go then. I heard that the pizza was –"

Then it happened. Blaines fingers brushed the nook inside Kurts left elbow, and that insane jolt of electricity coursed through the countertenors small body. The circuit surged from his skin all the way through his heart, it seemed. And in that split-second that it did, Kurt Hummel plummeted from the heights of his consciousness all the way down to the deepest, darkest recess of his subconscious mind.

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A grand ballroom manifested itself right before Kurts eyes. The huge place was dressed in marble and stained glass, bathed in soft, glowing candle light. Soft string music, which he recognized as somewhat vaguely like Music of the Night by Andrew Lloyd Weber was wafting freely from a concealed orchestra. The dance floor which appeared to be made out of glass due to its sheen was decorated by dancing couples. Each pair wore what looked like 18th century stylized outfits, with the men in tights and tail coats and the women in bustles and elaborate headdresses. Each person wore a bejeweled mask, shining beautifully against the pale yellow light.

Kurt found himself mesmerized by the whole commotion. His hands brushed against the railing of the grand staircase he was now descending. When he reached the foot of it, he was accosted by a most interesting sight.

"May I have this dance, fair one?"

"Blaine?"

The hazel-eyed man wore no mask, but his clothes mirrored those of the other gentlemen in the room. He extended his hand towards Kurt and inclined his head ever so slightly.

"May I?"

Kurt felt his cheeks heat up at the attention. He then found himself being led away towards the dance floor.

"I dont dance well," he told Blaine. The dark-haired boy smiled.

"Never fear, love, for you have me."

Love?Kurt thought, puzzled. Did –did I just hear that right? For some reason, the blue-green-eyed countertenor thought it odd that Blaine should address him with such familiarity, but deep within him, he felt nothing that was off at that term of endearment. And as soon as he met the hazel eyes of his dance partner, any question of uncertainty melted away. He began to enjoy himself.

"Enjoying?" came that velvety voice again.

"Very much so, yes," Kurt let himself smile. Blaine returned it.

"I am glad." He pulled Kurt closer towards him. Kurt could smell pine and sandalwood from him. The countertenor closed his eyes.

"I love you, my fair Celestine,"

Kurt opened his eyes.

"Ce-Celestine?" He looked at Blaine with a puzzled expression on his delicate face. Blaines façade did not register Kurts unease. Instead, he continued gazing at the blue-eyed boy. Kurt frowned.

"I am not Celestine," he tried to push the dark-haired man away. But Blaine held onto him even tighter.

"Dont fight it, Celestine. You know you belong with me."

"No!" Kurt pulled himself away even harder. "Let me go, Blaine!" He yelled. But Blaine did not seem to hear him. He drew closer to Kurt and looked him directly in the eye.

"I love you Celestine –forever."

Blaines lips then brushed Kurts trembling ones ever so gently. The latter found himself melting in the formers gentle but heated ministrations. Kurts mind became a swirl of psychedelic colors until reason no longer had a part in him. He kissed Blaine back.

"Blaine," he whispered through their connecting lips. "I – I lo –"

Then it came. A hard pull from behind Kurt separated him from the dark-haired, hazel-eyed man. Kurt watched in horror as Blaines face registered surprise, then inexplicable pain.

"No!" The man shouted as Kurt felt himself being dragged away. A dire feeling of emptiness soon coursed through his heart. He found himself trying to reach for Blaines outstretched arms.

"Blaine!"

But the pull of the darkness was stronger. Kurts hands did not even connect with Blaines fingertips.

"Im so sorry, Celestine," Blaine was shouting –Kurt did not hear it in his ears, but for some reason, his heart did.

"Blaine!" he called back. The claws of the abyss that were pulling him away from Blaine were ruthless now. And he had barely just had time to see Blaines face fade out before his vision was completely shrouded by dark, heavy clouds.

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