Kurt called Dr. Lemaire first thing on Tuesday morning, only to find out that the doctor was away on an unexpected trip. "When will he be back?" Kurt asked, glancing at B who was listening to the conversation with interest.

"We arent sure," the assistant answered. "He didnt say."

"Right." Kurt sighed. "When he does get back in, will you please ask him to call Kurt Hummel? Hell know what its about."

The assistant agreed, and Kurt hung up the phone, turning to B and trying to not let his face show his concern.

"Whered Dr. Lemaire go?" B asked.

"They dont know."

B put his hands on his hips. "Thats okay." He nodded resolutely. "I feel pretty good today, and Im not going to do any more investigating Blaine Anderson on my own… I should be fine until Dr. Lemaire gets back."

Kurt watched B put on a brave face and smiled. "You only have that one class this afternoon," Kurt said, walking up to him. "Want to come sit in on some of my classes at NYADA this morning?"

B smiled knowingly. "You want to keep an eye on me."

"Well lets see… The last two times Ive let you out of my sight, you were kidnapped and then disappeared and passed out alone in some dingy alley. So, yeah, B, I want to keep an eye on you." Kurt smiled to try to make his words seem lighter.

"I didnt pass out," B said, looking down. "Passing out is something humans do. I shut off, Kurt. I just… It isnt even like sleeping." He looked back up at Kurt with a wide eye. "Where do you think I go when Im not on? Its like I just… stop existing for a moment. There isnt anything human thats comparable."

Kurt let out a slow breath and leaned forward to cup the back of Blaines neck with his hand and tipping their foreheads together. "I wish I had answers for you, B, but even growing up with androids, these are things Ive never thought about before."

B nodded and moved the inch or two it took to kiss Kurts lips. Kurt kissed him back and tried not to think about what would happen if one day B shut off and didnt turn back on again. Its like dying, B had said, and thats exactly what it would be.

"Since we cant…" B tried to speak between kisses. "Cant see Dr. Lemaire…" He kissed the corner of Kurts lips. "We should just try to do some normal things." He kissed Kurt jaw and Kurt moaned a little. "We should…" Another press of the lips. "Have Rachel or Elliot over or something."

B pulled back to look at Kurt. "What do you think?"

Kurt was breathing a little heavily. "Yeah…" He said hoarsely. "Yeah, okay."

B smiled, he knew exactly what he was doing, distracting Kurt, and Kurt loved him for it. "And yes, Id like to sit in on some of your NYADA classes today."

"Good," Kurt said, reaching for Bs hand and clearing his throat. "Ive been wanting to show off my boyfriend."

B laughed happily at that.

"Make everyone jealous," Kurt said with a wink.

B seemed in awe of NYADA. He was able to sit in on several of Kurts classes, including his advanced acting class, and hear Kurt perform a monologue, and Kurt wasnt even embarrassed when B cheered and clapped for him as he finished. Everyone at school loved B, since he was attractive and charming and wasnt a student or a performer, meaning he wasn't competition for anyone.

"My, my, Hummel, where have you been hiding him?" Chandler, a fellow student, said when he was introduced to B.

"I havent been hiding him," Kurt smiled.

"Its nice to meet you," B said, shaking Chandlers hand.

"Oh trust me, the pleasure is mine."

Kurt laughed and pulled B away. B had gotten similar reactions all day; he seemed to be well liked.

"The people here are really nice." B said happily.

"The people here are hitting on you because youre handsome and fresh meat," Kurt said, smiling.

"And because they dont know Im a droid," B added.

Kurt frowned. "I dont think you understand how devastatingly attractive you are, B. Theyd be hitting on you either way."

B blushed and reached for Kurts hand. "I like it here. I think I would have enjoyed going to NYADA if I hadnt gone to NYU."

Kurt stopped short and looked at B, who didnt even seem to realize what hed said. "What?"

B furrowed his brow before his eyebrows shot up. "Um… I mean the learning annex? I dont know why I said that."

Kurt swallowed. "Do you have memories of going to NYU?"

B paused and thought for a moment. "No. I really dont."

Kurt nodded and squeezed his hand, "Maybe we should go walk around the NYU campus sometime, see if it triggers any memories?" Kurt was so scared of B remembering things and becoming Blaine, a person who didnt know Kurt and may not want him, but he wasnt going to stop B from finding out who he was.

"Maybe," B said with a serious look on his face.

"Just… Dont go there by yourself?" Kurt asked.

B shook his head. "I promise Im not doing anything else like that on my own. I wouldnt do that to you."

Kurt nodded and smiled and changed the subject by asking if B wanted Greek for lunch.

They invited Rachel and Elliot for dinner that evening, but they werent both available until Thursday evening. Kurt was relieved when Thursday rolled around. Hed been uneasy all week, despite Bs attempts to distract and comfort him. It was nice to just make fajitas and guacamole with B, bumping hips and flirting and not worry about anything for a while. Rachel brought tequila and margarita mix and soon the worries of the past week started to roll off of Kurts shoulders.

They were sitting in the living room after dinner, laughing and talking. Kurt was sitting so close to B on the couch he was practically in his lap, and B had his arm around Kurts back and kept nuzzling his neck. Kurt was feeling good.

"See, I wish Id been in a glee club back in high school," Elliot said after Rachel had giddily told him the story of her writing a song about a headband, actually thinking they could sing it for the show choir competition. "We had choir, but not show choir."

"Oh, you would have been amazing," Rachel gushed.

"I do miss the New Directions sometimes," Kurt added. "There was so much drama, but I made some of my best friends in that club."

"And you were pretty good, right?" Elliot asked. "You made it to Nationals in one of your first years as a club?"

"Our second year," Rachel said triumphantly, not mentioning that they didnt even place that year at Nationals.

"Youre lucky I didnt join the Warblers until the year after that," B said. "We would have given you a run for your money."

The conversation fell quiet.

"You were… in the Warblers?" Rachel asked confused, looking back and forth between B and Kurt for an explanation.

"I…" B looked at Kurt, panicking a little, and Kurt just held his breath and put a hand on Bs knee.

"What do you remember, B?" Kurt asked in a small voice.

"I… I remember singing. I remember navy and red blazers…"

Kurt nodded, thinking back to the picture on Sebastians desk. He hadnt put that together until now. Those prep school uniforms were Dalton Academy uniforms.

"I snuck into Dalton once," Kurt said. "I wanted to learn about the Warblers. They were good."

"What year was that?" B asked.

"2010?"

B nodded. "Blaine was in Paris then, and going to school there. So was Sebastian.  We joined the Warblers the year after that. I dont think they ever went up against New Directions once we joined."

"No, they redrew the district lines," Rachel said as Kurts stomach turned over.

"What else do you remember?" he asked.

"I… Nothing." B shook his head. "Thats all a little foggy as it is."

Elliot and Rachel had already been filled in on what was going on with B, and right now, Kurt was grateful for that, because he couldnt think of a single thing to say.

"But the Warblers did perform after Blaine joined, right?" Elliot asked. "Just not against the New Directions?"

B shrugged, "I think so."

Elliot got up and walked to his bag hung up by the front door. He came back to the couch and pulled out a tablet. "Lets look it up!" It only took a simple search of Dalton Warblers Ohio 2011 before Elliot was pulling up a YouTube video. All four of them squished together on the couch to watch.

Kurts heart was beating heavy against his chest as the lights came up on a stage and a group of navy-clad school boys started doo-wapping. Kurt noticed that Sebastian was one of them. Then a teenaged, curly-haired boy walked on stage, belting the solo for Lady Antebellums Just A Kiss. It was clearly Blaine Anderson, singing with all his heart and bouncing around the stage.

Kurt pulled his eyes away from the screen to watch B, afraid that this might give him a headache and make him shut off. B continued to watch the screen, his face an impassive mask. What must it be like to watch someone who looks just like you? Did B remember doing this himself? Or was it like watching someone who had your face?

When the video ended, everyone was quiet for a moment. "Wow." Elliot said. "They really were good. Did they win Sectionals?"

"No," B answered. "The Warblers were busted for cheating that year. Not all of them, but some of them were taking steroids. We were banned from competition after that."

Oh god, B did remember this. Kurt tried hard not to let his face show his growing fear.

B looked up at Kurt. "Blaine didnt cheat," he said quickly, like it was important that Kurt knew that. "I didnt even know the cheating was going on. Um... he didnt. He didnt know."

"Well…" Rachel started, but then stopped as if she had no idea what to add.

B stood up from the couch. "Im going… to go clean up the kitchen," he said, walking away, and Kurt looked at Rachel and Elliot with a lost expression.

"Should we go?" Rachel asked under her breath.

"Maybe?" Kurt said. "Im sorry. I think B and I need to talk about this."

"Sure, of course," Elliot said, standing and reaching a hand down to help Rachel up. "But we can stay if you need us," he added quietly.

"No." Kurt hugged his arms around his stomach, feeling edgy. "Ill call you tomorrow, though."

Rachel leaned in, giving Kurt a kiss on the cheek before waving to B in the kitchen. "See you soon, B. I had a great time!"

B waved back at her distractedly. Elliot squeezed Kurts shoulder encouragingly before he said goodbye to B as well.

Once they had left, Kurt joined B in the kitchen. He was standing in front of the sink and washing some dishes. Kurt wrapped his arms around him from behind and rested his chin on Bs shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Headache," B answered.

Kurts heart thudded. Dont panic Kurt, he doesnt need that. Kurt reached forward and turned off the water before grabbing Bs hands and drying them. "Come with me."

He led B back to his bedroom, sitting him down on the bed. "I can help with the headache," Kurt said, going to the desk and pulling out a small android tool kit.

"Its weird," B said. "I can remember things, but only spottily, and they fade in and out. How do you think that's possible?"

Kurt came and sat next to him on the bed. "They said that the B line was made to connect with Blaine Anderson, right?"

"Yes, but they also said it didnt work."

"Well… Maybe it worked better than they thought." Kurt slid the panel in Bs neck open. "Do you feel like youre seeing someone elses memories? Or do they feel like your own?" Kurt asked as he tweaked a few things to help with Bs headache.

"They feel like my memories when I first get them, but then they start to fade like a dream and… and I dont know."

"You know, if Blaine had come to Ohio a year earlier, I would have met him," Kurt said, finishing up and trying to keep things light. He looked at B with a smile. "Does that feel any better?"

B nodded. "Do you think you would have liked Blaine?"

Kurt smiled and closed the panel. "If he was anything like you? Absolutely. Plus," Kurt said, meeting Bs eyes. "He was really cute."

B grinned and laughed a little. "Its sad though, isnt it?" B asked, his smile slipping.

Kurt let out a heavy sigh. "What happened to him is tragic, but you having some of his memories, that doesnt have to be tragic. Its like… He gets to live on."

"I feel like we should tell Sebastian."

"Sebastian didnt seem interested in hearing it, B," Kurt said quickly. He really didnt want to have anything to do with Sebastian Smythe.

"Thats when he thought I was just an android that looked like his friend. Doesnt he deserve to know I have some of Blaines memories? They were friends, they grew up together. B came home from school in Paris to go to Dalton with Seb."

Kurt tried not to wince at the nickname. B seemed to know more about Sebastian then Sebastian had ever told them. Kurt bit his lip and closed his eyes for a moment, building the courage he needed to ask this next question. He opened his eyes again to see B looking at him with concern. "Were you and Sebastian… or, um, Blaine and Sebastian…. Were they… dating?"

"No," B answered immediately, but then looked confused. "I mean… I dont know for sure."

Kurt placed a hand on Bs back and started rubbing slow circles as B winced and reached up to rub his temple.

"The headache is back already?" Kurt asked in concern.

"I keep hearing things…" B's voice sounded off. "Why wont the noises go away?"

"B." Kurt sat forward, feeling a little panicky. "What noises?”

B looked at him, and his expression was nothing short of pure dread, and then his face went blank and he fell backwards on the bed. Kurt let out a small shout of shock and then immediately leaned over him. "Oh god, B?" Kurts hands hovered over his shut down boyfriend, not knowing what to do to help him.

"B, please!" He slid open the panel in Bs neck again and started loosening some parts that might have caused B to have a headache. Kurts hands were shaking as he worked. "Come on, sweetheart, wake up. I… need you to wake up!"

B was completely motionless, with his eye closed.

Kurt covered his mouth with a hand to hold in a sob. He got off the bed and hurried to the living room to get his phone. He was dialing his dads number before he even got back to his bedroom. B was still unmoving on the bed. Burt was an award-winning engineer; surely hed know what to do.

The phone rang as Kurt sat down next to B, but it went to voicemail. "Dad," Kurt choked out. "I need your help. Please, please call me."

Kurt pressed Bs neck, trying desperately to turn him back on. Hed never spontaneously shut down this long before. Kurt hung up the phone and lay down next to B, resting his head on Bs chest. "I dont know what to do," he whimpered, and then dialed Dr. Lemaires number, but no one answered.

Kurt clutched at Bs shirt and tried to think of who else to call that might be able to help. Hed even call Sebastian Smythe right now if he knew how to get in touch with him.

"Please, B. Please wake up," Kurt begged, tears rolling down his face to be soaked up by Bs shirt.

Kurt waited, holding B and feeling powerless. The minutes ticked on.

B breathed in a deep breath, like someone coming up from water, and sat up straight, toppling Kurt right off of him.

"B!" Kurt shouted, and B looked at him with a wide eye and a frantic look on his face. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Kurt cried, and then threw his arms around B and clung to him. B slowly lifted his arms to hold Kurt back.

"Im okay," B whispered. "Its okay, Kurt." He rubbed Kurts back softly. "Im here… It's okay."

"I... I dont know how to help you when that happens," Kurt sniffed. "And I never know if youre going to wake up again."

B pulled back slightly to wipe tears from Kurts cheeks, and Kurts eyes fluttered closed at the gentle touch as he leaned his face against Bs palm and then felt Bs lips on his. "Im sorry," B breathed.

"Dont be sorry," Kurt said, burrowing himself against B. "It isnt your fault."

"I dont want to scare you."

Kurt sighed. "I think youre right. We need to contact Sebastian."

B stiffened a little. "We should, but I was under the impression you didnt like him."

"Im not sure I do, but… We cant get in touch with Dr. Lemaire, and Sebastian Smythe is the only other person we know who knows about you. And… We need help, B."

"Okay," B agreed.

Kurt pulled back from Bs embrace to look him in the face. "I love you and… I dont want to lose you."

B smiled. "I love you too."

Kurt kissed him and then sighed, rubbing his eyes. "What noises did you hear before you shut off, B?" Kurt asked, remembering Bs confusion and fear.

"I…" B paused. "I dont know. I think it was people talking? I would have sworn I heard my name."

"You heard someone call you B?"

"No."

"Blaine," Kurt said, understanding.

"It sounds crazy doesnt it?" B asked, worrying his lip.

"I think our bar for crazy is pretty low right now," Kurt said, brushing hair out of his face with a shaky hand.

"Youre tired." B reached for Kurts hand and kissed it softly. "How about we call it a night?"

Kurt felt like they needed to do something right then to help B, but what was there to do? "Okay." Kurts momentary spike of fear had left him exhausted.

While they got ready for bed, Kurts phone rang.

Burt. Kurt had left that frantic voice mail and then never called him back.

"Hello? Dad?" Kurt quickly answered.

"Whats wrong, Kurt?" Burts voice was strained, and Kurt winced.

"It was B… He shut off again and I didnt know what to do."

"Is he okay now?" Burt still sounded anxious.

"Yes," Kurt said, glancing over at B, who was crawling into bed.

"Is your dad okay?" B mouthed.

Kurt nodded and mouthed back, "Just worried about you."

"These periods of shutting off are getting worse, arent they?" Burt asked, and Kurt rubbed his head.

"Yeah, they are."

"Listen, bud, I could leave the shop this weekend, come up there and take a look at him if you wanted."

Kurt almost started to cry. Just the idea of his dad coming here was such a huge relief. "I would really appreciate that, Dad. If it isnt any trouble."

"Its never trouble to be there for you or B," Burt answered, and Kurt smiled.

"Thank you, Dad."

They talked a little longer while Kurt did his moisturizing routine, and when they hung up, Kurt crawled into bed with B.

"My dad is going to come visit," he said, lying down and snuggling up against Bs side.

"Thats... a relief." B let out a long breath.

"We should have had him come up as soon as this started happening," Kurt agreed. "I still think we might need to talk to Sebastian, though."

"Yeah," B said, kissing Kurts cheek. "I want to see him."

Kurt was quiet for a long time, thinking of a young Blaine switching schools and following Sebastian across continents so they could go to school together. If there was anyone else they could talk to about this, Kurt would pick them, but it seemed it had to be Sebastian.

"Good night, Kurt," B said sleepily.

"Good night, B."

Kurt didnt know how long hed been asleep when he was torn out of his slumber by a loud noise. He looked at B, thinking he was having another nightmare, but B was still fast asleep, breathing peacefully. Kurt waited for a moment, trying to figure out what he had heard. Then it came again, a loud banging on the front door.

Kurt started. B was still sleeping through it, and Kurt glanced at the clock to see it was nearly midnight. He decided to just ignore whoever it was, only the pounding started again, sounding urgent.

Kurt wiggled out from under B, who was resting his head on Kurts chest. He stood up and then leaned down to drop a kiss to Bs temple - he couldnt help it when B snuggled into the bed so adorably. Kurt crept to the front room and looked out the peep hole of the front door to the lit hallway of the apartment building. Someone was standing there… A man. Kurt drew in a startled breath when he recognized who it was. There was more loud hammering on the door, and Kurt unlocked and opened it quickly.

The man outside his doorway ran a hand anxiously through his dark hair and looked at Kurt with apprehension. "Kurt Hummel?" Cooper Anderson said. "How the hell do you know my brother?"