Aug. 8, 2011, 1:15 p.m.
The Last Thing On Their Minds: Chapter 3
T - Words: 817 - Last Updated: Aug 08, 2011 Story: Closed - Chapters: 4/? - Created: Aug 04, 2011 - Updated: Aug 08, 2011 659 0 0 0 0
~oXo~
Kurt awoke with a start, covered in a cold sweat. He could still hear the shouts and feel the bruises from the dream he’d just experienced. Ow. Yeah. He could definitely feel the bruises…and how chapped his lips were. He really needed some Chap-Stick. The boy sat up slowly and took in the room around him. It was mostly dark, but he could tell it was a hospital. That set him on edge. He knew that he didn’t like hospitals. He just couldn’t remember why. He couldn’t remember much for that matter. Or anything at all.
Once his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness, he tried sitting up, only to discover that he was attached to a couple machines by a multitude of wires. There should be a call button somewhere. He thought to himself, fumbling around for said device. Aha! It was on the desk next to his hospital bed. Kurt pushed the button and in a few seconds a sweet looking little African-American nurse hurried into the room followed by three doctors.
The nurse gasped and dropped her clipboard. “He’s awake!”
“Yes, I’m awake. Do you have any Chap-Stick?” Kurt replied.
The doctors swarmed his and asked him questions all at the same time. Kurt was sure he didn’t know the answers to any of them so he replied with a dozen different ‘I don’t knows’. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, all of the doctors stopped talking and Kurt was able to speak. “Seriously, does anyone have some Chap-Stick?”
“I do.” Kurt looked to his left and saw a curly haired boy. He was speechless when the boy’s hazel eyes, a mixture of greens with several flecks of gold, flicked down to the desk as he picked up a tube of vanilla Chap-Stick and held it out to Kurt. He paused for a few more seconds just to take in the boy’s hint of stubble, the single curl that fell into his eyes, his slightly lopsided smile, and his rough calloused hands that were holding a tube of-OH! I look like an idiot. Kurt thought while he snapped out of whatever kind of trance he was in to take the Chap-Stick.
“Hi, I’m…actually, I don’t quite remember my name. Nice to meet you. I only wish it was under better circumstances considering how hideous I must look right now. Can I just say-I don’t want to seem really forward or anything but, you’re really cute.” He blushed and looked away as soon as he realized he’d said that last part out loud. God he must think I’m an idiot! When he looked at the curly haired boy he saw that he was on the verge of tears.
“Hey, I’m B-Blaine Anderson. And even though you don’t remember who I am, I sure as hell remember you Kurt Hummel.”
~oXo~
Blaine Anderson woke to the sound of Kurt’s voice. He was half convinced that he was dreaming, but then he heard the doctors.
“Can you tell me your birthday?”
“What is your earliest memory?”
“Can you tell me your mother’s maiden name?”
“Where did you go to elementary school?”
“Did you ever play sports as a child?”
Kurt looked at all of the doctors with his trademark ‘bitch glare’. “Seriously, does anyone have any Chap-Stick?”
Blaine looked at the desk separating them. “I do.” He said before picking up the tube of vanilla Chap-Stick, Kurt’s favourite, and held it out to him. Kurt hesitated for a moment longer that necessary, blinked, shook his head a bit, and took the tube from Blaine’s hand.
“Hi, I’m…actually, I don’t quite remember my name.” At that statement, all of the color drained from Blaine’s face as he realized that 1. Kurt didn’t remember who he was and 2. Kurt couldn’t recall who his boyfriend was. “It’s Nice to meet you. I only wish it was under better circumstances considering how hideous I must look right now. Can I just say-I don’t want to seem really forward or anything but, you’re really cute.”
Blaine smiled a bit. Kurt still had feelings for him! He could make this work. Kurt blushed a bit and looked away as soon as he realized what he had said out loud, but looked back to Blaine when the older boy began to talk.
“Hey,” Blaine began to tear up. “I’m B-Blaine Anderson. And even though you can’t remember me right now, I sure as hell remember you, Kurt Hummel.”