etrelibre | [CLOSED] "Wake me up inside. Save me. Call my name and save me from the dark."

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[CLOSED] "Wake me up inside. Save me. Call my name and save me from the dark."

Who: Blaine Anderson, Noah Puckerman, Mike Chang, Kurt Hummel and Quinn Fabray
What: A whole new world
Where: Mike and Puck's Bungalow
When: About 24 hours after Blaine's arrival

The first thing Blaine was aware of when he woke up was that he was sore. All over sore, from head to toe. He was lying still, but it still had a thrumming ache throughout his body and he shifted, turning his head to the side a little with a soft mumbled moan as his consciousness of his body began to return. Hell, what was wrong? Was he sick? Hungover? There was a heavy awareness that he had a full bladder too, but he was too groggy and not quite with it enough to do anything about it yet. He got his eyes open to squinted cracks, but that was all he could manage at first.

He tried to move a little bit more, pushing at the blankets over his feet when that felt heavy and hot too. Hot. That's what he felt. Like he was burning up and overheating. It gave him the mental kick to work on shoving the covers down away from his face and he sucked in a quick, groggy breath as he rubbed at his eye with the heel of his palm. He felt like he had a really, really bad nightmare, but nothing was really joining up in his head yet. He wasn't aware it was because of the strong sedatives. He wasn't aware he was on a strange island in Puck's bed. He was sure of much else beyond his basic sensations right now.

"K... Kurt?" he mumbled thickly and got his eyes open just a little more to try and look around to see where he was.

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For the entire time since Blaine arrived, Puck had only left his side once... Long enough to go pee, because he got the feeling that peeing himself wouldn't help anything, and even then, he'd asked Mike to stay close to him, and left the bathroom door open so he could hear if anything happened in the 30 seconds it would take him to pee. But other than that, Puck had been quite content to remain at his best friend's side, watching over him quietly. He hadn't even slept himself, afraid that he'd be out of it when Blaine woke up, and his friend would panic. So when he heard the groan of discomfort from Blaine, Puck immediately shifted to be a little closer in case Blaine spoke.

"Hey, take it easy, buddy," Puck said softly when Blaine started shifting and moving a bit too quickly. He moved himself to help get the blankets off of Blaine. "You slept a while... You're probably still gonna be feeling kinda shitty for a while. Just chill for a little bit, okay? Let yourself get caught up here."

And that was when Blaine said the name Puck knew would be the first thing on his mind. "He... He's not here right now, buddy," he explained to Blaine. "He's okay, though. How are you feeling?"

He's not here right now... Those were the words that snapped Blaine back to consciousness and he grabbed anxiously at the sleeve of Puck's shirt. "No, no, no! Where is he? I need to see him! They hurt him! Where is he?! Did you see? They hurt him! Where is he?! He was bleeding, Puck! He was bleeding! I think someone tried to shoot him! You have to take me to him!" he said frantically and desperately. But his voice was hoarse from all the screaming he had done before the doctor knocked him out, and when he tried to move, everything really hurt.

And his wrist was hurting when he pulled at Puck's shirt, and he gave a whimper, pulling his hand back to nurse it against his chest. Looking down, it was clearly swollen, probably hurt from when he tried to give Kurt CPR and failed because he was so panicked. "I-I don't... I... where am I? Where's Kurt? I don't know this room. Why isn't Kurt here? You have to help me!" His words were getting shaky and tearful. Not with the hysteria he had the day before, but the anxiety was building without Kurt here and not even knowing where he was. "Did the ambulance come? Did the bleeding stop? Why was I asleep? I need to see him. I need to make sure he's okay. He might need something!"

Puck nodded, noting the way Blaine reacted to the obvious pain in his hand, before he gently put his hand on the other man's arm. "He's close by, and he's safe, okay?" Puck said, his tone still gentle, knowing how fragile Blaine's condition was right now. "I know, B... I know. I saw them. Kurt's okay, though, Blaine. I promise you, he's just fine... He got to a good doctor and he's okay." Fuck, he seriously needed to figure out how to say this without freaking Blaine out all over again and throwing him right back into a state of shock. "I promise, I'll take you to see him soon, okay? There's just... Some stuff we gotta talk about first."

"You're in my room. We're not home, dude. We're on an island. Kurt's here, though. On the island, that is, and he's really fine. I'm going to help you, okay? I promise you, B, it's all going to be okay. The ambulance came, and Kurt's just fine. I just need..." Fuck, he was really floundering here. He really had no idea whatsoever how to start explaining this without Blaine completely freaking out on him again, and Puck honestly wasn't sure how much more of Blaine freaking out he could take before he completely lost it himself. "Hang on, buddy," he finally said, realizing this was way above his skill level, before he turned to the partially open door to the livingroom. "Hey, Mike!" he called out, hoping that his roommate wasn't passed out from the exhaustion just yet.

Mike had promised he would stay awake and on the ball in case Blaine woke up before he was supposed to and needed anything. It was tough, though, because Mike mostly work late nights, so when the daytime hours came, his eyes struggled to stay open. He had managed to stay awake the twenty-four hours that Blaine was kept sedated by Dr C, but considering it had been another twelve hours on top of that since Mike last slept, he was waning now. He made the mistake of sitting down on the sofa with a coffee, but the coffee ended up untouched and Mike dropped off when his eyes drooped closed and he couldn't fight it any longer.

He had probably been like that all of five minutes when he heard Puck calling out for him and he woke up so quick and with a start, he tripped over the coffee table in his haste. He bolted into the room, expecting some sort of disaster, and was met with the sight of Blaine awake (well, mostly, he still looked groggy), half sitting up and trying to grab at Puck's shirt. "Whoa, someone decided to come back to the party," he noted, though he kept his voice calm so he didn't freak Blaine out. But Blaine was apparently bordering on that all on his own, and that was when Mike noticed Blaine was actually near tears and he was trying to get Puck's attention again.

"Kurt," Mike guessed with a nod, biting on his lower lip. He hoped they might be able to reason with Blaine a little first, but obviously nothing was going to work until Blaine saw Kurt in the flesh.

Blaine jumped in fright at Mike sudden appearance. He felt like he was hungover, but the memories of his wedding and what happened after that were coming thick and fast in his head. He glanced frantically between Mike and Puck, and then back again. "Why are you keeping him from me?" he begged before he promptly burst into tears and put his hand up over his face. There was a weak sob and he did try to move again, but he was too weak. He slumped to the side against the pillow, crying brokenly again. "He's dead. He's dead, I know! That's why you won't let me see him! My Kurt! He's gone!"

His voice broke on the last word, and even though his hand and wrist were painful and swollen, his hand curled around the edge of the pillow like he was desperately trying to reach for Kurt but he wasn't there. Something inside him was telling him Kurt was dead. Carole said it, and there was so much blood. Kurt wouldn't open his eyes, and he was unmoving in Blaine's arms. It hit him all over again and another desperately pained and broken sob escaped from him as he lay there crying his eyes out, when the heartache of it all delayed by coming to the island he was still mostly unaware of started to set in.

Mike just stood there for a moment, feeling useless and helpless, forgetting for a moment to keep his composure and think straight. His heart hurt watching Blaine break down and hearing him start to cry like this. Mike knew exactly what had to be happening. Just because they plucked Blaine out of the scenario back home to bring him to the island, didn't mean that he left any of the memories or his experience back there. It had all come with him, and now he was awake from resting, it was setting in that he had just witnessed his husband be shot and die in his arms. Mike felt sick, but he had to give himself an internal smack to kick himself into gear here.

He hurried up to the side of the bed and rested his hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Blaine, buddy... listen to me. Yes, you saw Kurt get bad hurt. The worst kind. You had him with you, and he was really badly hurt. But I promise you, he's here. He's just a few doors away, and I'm going to go get him for you. I promise, I'm going to bring him here for you right now, so just hang on for a few more minutes, buddy. Puck's going to get you a drink of water and some Kleenex, and I'm going to get Kurt. You just need to trust me on this. I'm going to be right back, and Kurt will be here for you, Blaine. I promise," she said, his voice dropping to a choked whisper when he nearly started to cry himself.

Then he just backed up and spun around, bolting out of the bungalow and up the beach as far as he could. The sand burnt his bare feet, but he didn't care. He was soon pounding on the door of Kurt and Quinn's bungalow. "QUINN! KURT! OPEN UP! YOU'VE GOT TO OPEN! IT'S URGENT!" he shouted desperately. "QUINN! PLEASE! PLEASE OPEN UP!"

Quinn had nearly dozed off herself, after a long night of keeping an eye on Kurt. He'd had a few drinks the night before, but not nearly as bad as Quinn had expected given his recent benders. Mainly, most likely, because of the exhaustion his grief was causing him, he'd fallen asleep early, on the couch, the half-gone bottle of Scotch near empty on the coffee table in front of him. Still, he was sleeping a little heavier than usual, due to the effects of the alcohol.

But the last thing Quinn expected was to hear banging on their door, and Mike's voice crying out her name and Kurt's. Quickly, she rose from the couch, running to the door to open it in shock. "Mike!" she exclaimed, flinging the door open so quickly that it very nearly came off the hinges. "What's wrong? Is it...?" She didn't dare say Blaine just yet... Not with Kurt right there sleeping on the couch. There was a very real chance of death if he found out she'd known about Blaine's being here and hadn't told Kurt about it. But even as she trailed off, she knew that was why Mike was here.

Without waiting for Mike's answer, she walked over to the sofa, giving Kurt a gentle shake. Ordinarily, waking the resident bitch queen would be a near deadly choice, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she needed Kurt to be awake, and she needed him now. "Sweetie," she said softly, shaking him again. "Sweetie, you have to wake up... Blaine's... He's here."

It was hard for Kurt to say he was hungover, because he basically felt crappy all the time right now. He had no sleep pattern, he hadn't been going to work, most days, he wasn't even getting out of bed or leaving the bungalow. Sometimes he would go out and just sit on the beach to pretty much pray to the island powers that be to send him Blaine. He had even begged them sometimes, tried to bargain with them, got angry with them, or just sat there and bawled his eyes out when all of the above took too much energy. He was drinking and smoking more than he normally did too. Normally he only indulged socially, but now it was like he needed both to function. He made it two years here without Blaine. He didn't think he was going to make it much more. His heart was broken and this time, he couldn't even band-aid over the wounds to pick himself back up.

He didn't wake up immediately. It took him a few moments to wade through the thick grogginess, and even then, he just thought it was another one of those dreams where Quinn woke him up to tell him Blaine was here, but it turned into a nightmare when he ran down on the beach and it was Blaine's dead body. Those awful nights his mind really played tricks on him with this whole situation.

He groaned and gave a whimper of protest at being woken and disturbed, trying to give her a nudge away with his hand, but it was just more like a flick of his fingers against his arm. "Don'say tha'. S'mean..." he mumbled and tried to bury himself deeper under the blanket he had wrapped around him.

Mike had stayed hovering in the doorway of the bungalow that led into the open-plan living room area, just like his place with Puck. He had watched as Quinn tried to roused Kurt from what looked to be a hangover or at least a booze-induced sleep with no luck. He suspected this could be the case after Kurt's break-down at the Karaoke bar. Kurt hadn't been himself for weeks and seemed to be falling into a pit of deeper depression as the days ticked by without Blaine.

But Blaine was here now, and as much as Mike wanted to try and ease the blow of all of this on his friends, Blaine was a few doors down about ready to freak the fuck out again, and he couldn't let that happen because he now knew what mess Blaine had gotten himself into back home from psychological stress. They were trying to prevent him hitting that snap here, and the only way to do it was to get Kurt to him so he could see he wasn't dead.

He hurried over to the sofa and tugged on Kurt's sleeve. "Dude, it's no joke. Look at me, I wouldn't fuck with you over this. None of us. Blaine's here, he's back at our bungalow. He came right from the minute you were shot and he's in a mess. He's begging for you, he thinks your dead. You need to come or he's going to seriously lose it," he said, laying it flat on the line and his voice literally pleading Kurt to move ASAP.

He's begging for you.. Kurt didn't know why those words were the ones through all the others that hit him like a tonne of bricks. First Quinn was trying to wake him up and then Mike appeared abruptly, yanking on his shirt. Kurt had first tried to drown them both out so he could go back to sleep, but Mike's voice was desperate and frantic. It was begging him. Pleading with him and the way Mike's breath hitched and choked up a little at the end of his plea felt like it set off warning bells in Kurt's head.

He looked up at Mike for all of three seconds and saw the look on his face, and Kurt knew then he wasn't joking. "What?" he gasped, the word coming out in a hiss around the sucked in breath. His red-rimmed blue eyes bounced from Mike to Quinn, and then back again, and then they filled with tears he couldn't stop. He grabbed Mike's arm in a death grip that would probably leave a bruise and his nails sunk into his skin. "You better not be fucking with me! He better be here! This better not be some sick fucking joke!" he said through clench teeth, though he could barely get the words out they were so tight and strung with emotion.

He looked between then both again, finding it had to breath all of a sudden. "Swear to me! Swear to me he's fucking here!" he shouted at them both.

When Kurt woke, Quinn knew it was just a matter of time before he started to have a bit of a freak out of his own. And it took no time for him to suddenly reach out, gripping Mike's arm and yelling at both of them. Her own eyes fluttered with tears that she blinked back desperately. "Kurt, we'd never lie to you about that," she explained quietly, her hands held out in front of her in a short of calm down/slow down motion.

"Honey, he's here. I swear he's here. Mike and Puck are trying to take care of him, but we need you, too. Blaine needs you. He needs you there with him right now." Wiping at her eyes to keep the tears from coming on, she focused on Kurt's face. "We have to go to him, babe."

Quinn quickly walked to her room, returning just as quickly with her key to the bungalow in hand. "Kurt, sweetie, we have to go. And now." She had no idea how badly Blaine was freaking, but if Mike's urgency was any indication, which she was certain it was, this was about to be a very very bad thing if Kurt didn't get up quickly and go with them. Without even realizing it, she took several long deep breaths to brace herself for whatever might be coming next.

Kurt didn't wait for them, and as much as he loved his friends, he didn't even care if they were going to follow him or not. He fought his way out of the tangle of blankets he had gotten himself into and actually nearly tripped and fell on them. He caught himself before he did, though, and just took off out of the bungalow. He didn't care if he was in his pyjamas and barefoot. He ran up the beach, oblivious to the sand burning his soles. He was running so fast, he tripped no less than three times and twisted his ankle on the third. It didn't stop him.

His ears were ringing loudly and his heart was pounding in his chest. The tears falling were cooling on his face in the sea breeze as he ran, and by this point, he still actually wasn't convinced he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. It didn't feel real, it didn't sound real. He had hoped like hell for this day for so long, and it had just never came. He never stopped hoping it would come, but there was a huge part of him that believed it would never come either.

He stumbled up the stairs to Puck and Mike's bungalow from the beach and tripped on the top step in his haste, causing him to land heavily on his knees on the deck. He scraped up his palms and knees, and if this happened without the mental block of getting to Blaine right now, it would have hurt like a bitch. He stayed there on his knees for a moment, shocked at the fall, but pushed himself up and threw himself through the bungalow door with a pained cry of, "BLAINE!" It was a desperate wail, and he looked around, but the room was empty. Blaine wasn't there. They lied to him.

Puck had tried to get Blaine some water, and another blanket, and a few other things to try and comfort him. Blaine's head was spinning, though, and in those few minutes since Mike disappeared, Blaine just lay there in the bed where Puck had propped pillows up behind him so he wasn't flat on his back to choke on the water. He wasn't sobbing desperately, but he was crying pitifully in confusion and fear over this whole thing. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew hew as terrified and confused. He knew he was in a weird place that wasn't a hospital, which didn't make sense considering how much Kurt had been bleeding and needed an ambulance. He had been unconscious! Carole said he was gone! Why was Mike running to get him?

But he lost the steam of the panic when Puck kicked into gear with the fussing, softly and repeatedly telling him over and over again that Kurt would be there real soon, he just had to wait a little longer. He promised and swore on his own life that Kurt would be there and Blaine started to listen. He focused on Puck talking, believing what he was saying even if the tears were still falling. He looked around anxiously, taking note again that he didn't recognise this place and nothing was making sense. Was it just a bad dream? Was he about to wake up when Kurt appeared and he tried to each out for him?

And then he heard it. A scream of his name, and it was Kurt's voice. He would know Kurt's voice anywhere, no matter what emotion was behind it. "Kurt..." The name fell from his lips softly, tearfully, and disbelieving at first. It was shaky and barely audible, but he was willing to take anything. He grabbed Puck's arm and his breath started to come out in short, sharp bursts when he tried to scramble out of bed. "It's Kurt! H-He's here! It's Kurt! Help me, please!"

As much as it hurt to see Blaine this way, Puck was honestly forcing himself to focus on the fact that Mike would be back, and soon, with Kurt. Blaine would be okay if he could just see that Kurt was okay, too. And it might make an emotional wreck of all of them if that didn't happen, and fucking soon. But he had to be grateful when his repeated words of comfort seemed to calm Blaine at least somewhat. There may have been many downfalls in his past, but Puck had never lied to Blaine, and he took comfort in knowing that Blaine believed him.

The pained scream of Blaine's name from the other room cut through the tense quiet that had built up, broken only by Puck's softly murmured words of comfort until then. Puck's head snapped to the side, his eyes focused in on the door of his bedroom before he heard Blaine's broken voice speaking his husband's name. He looked down at his friend, scrambling against the constraints of the blankets that were tangled around him.

Without saying a word, Puck pulled the blanket off of Blaine, who was still in Mike's too-big pajamas, and all but physically lifted him off the bed himself, making sure he was upright and steady before opening the door to the room to let Blaine through.

Kurt was about two steps from hyperventilating when he stood there and convinced himself he was in an empty bungalow and everyone was just playing a really horrible and awful joke on him. He did know, rationally, deep down that his friend would never do that to him, but when you were so desperate for something to be, you could easily begin to convince yourself of bad things. Or more bad things. Kurt just wasn't sure how much more bad things could happen to him before he folded and didn't want to get back up again. There was a tiny, helpless sob that fell from his lips as he looked around the living area of the bungalow. All he wanted was to wrap his arms around Blaine and not let go, but Blaine wasn't here.

A renewed splash of tears fell and all the pain of the trip up the stairs was setting in. His hands and knees stung, his ankle was throbbing painfully... his heart was twisting with a pain that he was sure would never stop this time. And that was when everything changed. In a heartbeat, it felt like the world had stopped. Blaine appeared in the doorway between the living room and the bedroom. His Blaine, in clothes that were too big for him, and his thick curly hair tussled all over the top of his head with little loops at his temples that Kurt always adored threading his fingers through.

And the first thing Kurt's mind let him respond with was a sharp, shocked bark of a disbelieving laugh before the tears spilled over with a vengeance. "Y-You're here," he gasped in a whisper, pressing both hands over his mouth as he just gaped at Blaine standing there like he was waiting for him to evaporate like a mirage.

The first thing Blaine noticed was that Kurt was alive and not bleeding. Because really, that was a beneficial start. It was rapidly followed by the realisation that Kurt didn't look so good in general, but at least he was breathing because you had to breathe to talk. Breathing was also good. Blaine was pretty sure he had felt Kurt stop breathing and his heart stop beating, but here he was, and doing both. Suddenly Blaine just didn't care where they were or how they got here. He didn't care if it was Ohio, or an island, or Paris. It didn't fucking matter. It only mattered that wherever it was, Kurt was here and he wasn't breathing. He wasn't gone.

"I'm here," Blaine sobbed out tearfully and even if everything was hurting and he was weak, he ran over to Kurt and threw his arms around him, almost knocking them both over in the force. He clung to his husband, fingers clutching around handfuls of his shirt when the relieved tears came tenfold then. "You're alive, you're okay, you're here, you're not bleeding! I love you... I love you so much... please don't leave me, I love you!" he cried out, burying his face against Kurt's shoulder. His hands started to frantically feel over Kurt's back and up to the nape of his neck. His fingers slipped into Kurt's hair, feeling that he was real and alive and warm. It felt like his Kurt. It wasn't a joke, it wasn't someone pretending to be his husband.

He lifted his head, teary hazel eyes searching over Kurt's own tear-stained face and then he pushed his hand up under Kurt's shirt, pressing his hand against his chest. There was a moment of silence, Blaine holding his breath and then he felt it... Kurt's heart beating under his palm and Blaine just really broke down in sobs that took over his whole body then.

Quinn had literally been stunned for just a moment after Kurt was out of the bungalow and running like a bat out of hell to Mike and Puck's bungalow. It only took a second, though, for her and Mike to follow after, running at full sprint to catch up to Kurt. By the time she got to the door, she was met with perhaps the most beautiful picture she'd ever seen, as Blaine and Kurt came together in a tight embrace, both of them sobbing in shock and relief.

She didn't have any words for the moment, and even if she had, she wouldn't have wanted to taint this beautiful thing by speaking and interrupting it. As Puck walked over to stand next to her, and Mike stood very close to her other side, Quinn silently reached out to take each of the men by the hand and give them gentle squeezes. Tears streamed down her face, and there was some deep need in her right now to feel connected to the other people close by who cared as deeply about Kurt and Blaine as she did. Her eyelashes soaked through, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to clear the blurred vision the tears were causing. This was unbelievable. Blaine was here and her dearest friend, her precious Kurt she loved with all her heart, wasn't alone anymore.

This was a moment Quinn hadn't been sure would ever come, but as she stood here, watching the couple hold each other and just sob together, it hit Quinn that maybe, finally, they would all have the Kurt they knew and loved back. Maybe now, things would finally be okay again.

Puck had followed behind Blaine, scared to death that his BFF was going to collapse or something, right there in the living room of the bungalow. But instead, he'd fallen into Kurt's embrace, the two of them standing there and holding each other as Puck shifted quietly to the other side of the room. There was a small start of surprise when Quinn's small hand was wrapping around his, and he glanced over at her, but she was crying and her eyes never left Kurt and Blaine.

There was a painful twinge in Puck's heart at the memory of the days when Quinn sliding her hand into his was a daily occurrence, and when seeing Kurt and Blaine holding each other like that would've caused more joking calls of, "Get a room, you two," than tears shed by old friends. But this was their life now, and there was nothing to do with it, but thank the powers that be that Blaine had been brought to them so that maybe... just maybe, all the heartbreak and pain and sorrow that had come about through Kurt's death, would finally begin to be erased, or at the very least, healed.

He shot Mike a grateful look over Quinn's head, thankful as all hell that Mike had thought quickly on his feet and gotten Kurt over here. He let go of a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding as he braced himself for whatever was coming next.

Mike had actually seen the way Kurt had tripped both in the sand and on the stairs, but they had been too far away from him to reach him before he had picked himself up and kept going. All Mike knew was that his own heart had clenched and twisted up watching Kurt's desperate race to get to his husband and Mike hoped to hell and prayed to God that some sick fucking twist of fate where the island sucked Blaine back between when he left the cabin and now didn't occur. It could happen, but it would be fucking awful if it did. He just had to hope to all fuck that Blaine hadn't been here long enough to learn anything yet (considering he had been unconscious the whole time) and that maybe, just maybe, the island had brought him here to be with Kurt forever. Because fuck that til death us to part bullshit. That was fucked in the head if you barely got a few hours into it. It wasn't fair. You should get so much more time with the love of your life than that.

He and Quinn had pounded their way up the steps behind Kurt and skidded into the bungalow just in time to hear Kurt's pained wail and then witness Blaine appearing, and them laying eyes on each other for the first time in what seemed like ever. It must have felt like forever for Kurt, even if for Blaine it had been a split second almost. But the last he had seen Kurt, Kurt had died in his arms. There was nothing minuscule of blasé about this. It was a massive moment for all of them after learning or witnessing the tragic turn of events back home that took one of their own before his time.

Mike's hand came up over his mouth and he teared up watching the reunion. But it was seeing the way Blaine frantically tried to find Kurt's heartbeat that did it, and Mike stifled a sob of his own seeing his friends coming together again. No matter how fucking scary and freaky it had been seeing Blaine arrive how he did, the island had finally gotten it fucking right.

Kurt's hand gripped around Blaine's that was still under his shirt, and feeling his husband's hand truly against his bare skin all over again, Kurt felt like he was hit with a bolt of electricity. Through the flimsy fabric of the shirt, his fingers entwined with Blaine's just briefly until Blaine's entire body was wracked with sobs and Kurt just pulled him back into an embrace. Even that only last a few moments though before he sought Blaine's lips out and kissed him. He could taste the tears, and Blaine was still clinging to him, so there wasn't anything distinctly beautiful or romantic about it, but the familiarity was there. It was like no time had passed at all since Kurt's last kiss to his husband. Blaine's lips were dry and chapped, probably from the hyperventilating of the ordeal he had been through, but for the first time in two years, things felt complete for Kurt again.

His typical protectiveness kicked in then, though. He kept one arm wrapped securely around Blaine, despite his own weakness he had developed in himself in his depression missing Blaine. He looked over his teary face, his red-rimmed eyes and automatically reached up to stroke his fingers through Blaine's hair to try and tame the curls when he wasn't exactly sure what he should do first to help Blaine and fix him. "You're okay. Oh my god, you're so beautiful, you're so perfect. I love you... I love you so fucking much, baby. I missed you..." he whispered, resting his forehead against Blaine's with a sob of his own as the relief start to flood him so thick and fast, his legs felt like jelly and it was a miracle he could stay up on them. He cupped Blaine's face in his hand, sniffling and blinking back the tears to focus on Blaine. "A-Are you warm? Are you hungry? Does anything hurt? D-Do you feel okay? Y-You're... clean. You're clean, and there's no... no..." He trailed off. No blood. But didn't Mike say Blaine came from Kurt's death? Hang on...

And that was when Kurt's head whipped around and Puck and Mike found themselves pierced with one of the most epic of bitchglares they probably ever experienced.

Edited 2012-09-03 10:46 (UTC)

Blaine finally managed to give a small laugh through his tears as he just continued to gaze at Kurt. "I-I don't feel so hot," he admitted, never one to hide his feelings from Kurt once their relationship established on its firm ground. They would always tell each other everything. If something hurt, if they felt sick or sad. Hell, they were so close, they pretty much knew each other's bathroom habits and all the little flaws that made them who they were. He sniffled loudly, trying to calm himself down a little, but he was a mess. Not as much of a mess as he was, but still nothing that could be fixed by a Kleenex or a band-aid yet. "I thought you died! There was blood and you weren't awake, they were giving you CPR, I really thought you died! The doctors must have been really good and fixed you so quick, you lost a lot of blood, you know!" he sobbed again, a renewed splash of tears trickling down his cheeks.

His arms engulfed Kurt again, clinging to him like he had no intentions of ever letting go. His wet and probably snotty face was buried in against Kurt's shoulder as he clung to him for dear life, the crying now more of relief than anything else. He was so lost in his moment, he completely missed the Bitch Glare of Doom Mike and Puck were in the middle of receiving.

At this point, Quinn's eyes were too flooded with her tears to see much more than a Blaine-shaped blob wrapped in the arms of a Kurt-shaped blob, but that was enough. It was real. This day was really happening, and Blaine was here with Kurt. Here where he belonged with the person who loved him more than life itself. It felt like life was righting itself again, after all the hell and heartbreak they'd all gone through. Some of them in the real world, and some here, later. She'd known nothing of Kurt's murder when she first arrived, but she'd been filled in rather quickly, and that knowledge had stuck with her, painfully, until Kurt arrived on the island, and somehow, was saved from the death that his real life had terminated in. And as Blaine went on about the fact that he'd watched Kurt die, the whole scene just became that much more vivid in her mind, and she felt sick knowing that Blaine had witnessed the whole horrible thing just over a day ago.

Her hands clung tight to both of the guys' hands, before freeing them both to go into her pockets for the ever present small pack of tissue that she kept around these days, pulling out a couple for herself before handing a few to Puck and the rest to Mike. This reunion was far too long in coming, and there was no doubt they'd all be having some pretty emotional reactions.

Nothing in Puck's life had felt right in a long time. Nothing lined up, and there was nothing... nothing that he ever felt would make him truly feel happy and content again. But right there, in front of his face, was the one thing that finally seemed right. It was like finding the first two pieces of a thousand piece puzzle, and putting it back together, and finally knowing that the puzzle did all fit, it would just take time to put it together, and the picture might not exactly be the same as what he expected. But nonetheless, there was one thing in his life now that was right. And that was what mattered more than anything. He dabbed at his eyes with the tissue, though he'd later swear it was allergies, and watched the reunion in front of him with all the joy that was possible. It was a heartbreaking situation in the real world, but Blaine was finally here. Finally fucking here.

But that was when Puck's vision cleared and he caught sight of Kurt's face. And that face? Was a face that meant trouble. With a small sigh, he gave Kurt an apologetic shrug, knowing full well that that gesture wasn't nearly enough.

Mike was pretty sure he felt physical pain at the force of Kurt's glare. There had to be laser beams in that icy blue bitchglare and Mike almost ducked for cover. In fact, he probably really would have if Quinn didn't have a death-hold on his hand. Kurt was a really, really smart cookie and it was more than obvious that he had just realised that if Blaine had just come from the moment of his death, there would have been blood everywhere. As there had been. It had gotten everywhere and Mike had to do a really extensive clean-up one Blaine had been settled and finally resting peacefully under the sedatives. He had discovered just how much of a bitch blood was to get out of things, and when Mike actually paused to realise it was Kurt's life blood, he had puked all the living room floor before he could stop himself. It had been an emotional upheaval, to say the least and now he was feeling guilty they hadn't been able to bring Kurt to Blaine sooner seeing how much both of them actually needed this.

"Um... um, dude," he stammered. "H-He... well, see, he came, um, like this time yesterday. Give or take. But he was a mess and completely freaking out, all things considered. Like super freak out. We had to get Dr C up from the Medical Centre because..." Because they didn't want Blaine to have an emotional break down he couldn't recover from, like he had back home. But that wasn't something Mike could just blurt out in front of Blaine when Blaine wasn't privvy to all the information here. It wasn't like he knew he turned out fucked in the head and suicidal. "It was impossible to reason the island with him. We couldn't reason anything. He doesn't know anything. Dr C knocked him out, and now he's awake. We just didn't want to freak him out considering... um... what he just witnessed," he tried to explain, and then bit down on his lip waiting for Kurt to start screaming angrily at them. Plus, Mike sort of wanted to smack Puck up the back of the head for standing there stupidly and not even trying to explain.

Fuck, he really, really wanted to go over there and thump both Puck and Mike. He really did. If Blaine wasn't literally using him to holding himself up, clearly weakened, Kurt would have done just that. As it was, there was no way Kurt could let go of Blaine, and not just because Blaine was needing the help, but because Kurt was literally terrified that if he did, Blaine would disappear. His stomach was in knots dreading in and knowing the way the island worked, it wasn't entirely out of the question. He would need to work through adjusting to Blaine's presence, understand that he was really here. For now, though, nothing else but taking care of Blaine and helping him adjust to the island was of more importance.

"Yeah, I'm going to take my husband home to my bungalow now to take care of him. Because, you know, I'm the one who put a ring on it, even if it didn't entirely go according to plan. So, that is what is going to be happening right now, and I will be having more to say on this whole thing when Blaine is feeling better. But just for the record, all of you? From now on, Blaine's welfare is my call if he isn't capable of making it himself. Every single one of you promised me extensively that you would tell me the minute he got here, and you fucking failed. Bitch. Please." He pursed his lips, looking at them in irritation. He was actually seething with anger to hear that Blaine had been here for an entire day without his knowledge, when he had been falling apart in the wake of hearing Blaine's fate.

He softly rubbed Blaine's back and his bitchglare shifted back into concerned sympathy. "Baby, you have a lot you need to hear about since the wedding, okay? I know it feels weird, and your head is probably spinning, but we'll take it slow. This is sort of like our honeymoon, okay? We just need to get you back to where we're staying, and we can rest together. I'm okay, I promise. And I'm not going anywhere."

As Mike began to explain why he and Puck hadn't immediately come to get Kurt, Puck just nodded along dumbly before something in him snapped and he realized there was a pretty good chance that he better start talking, too, or he'd find himself missing important parts of his anatomy. Blaine was his best friend, and Kurt had always, always trusted him to to look out for him. And in some small way, while he'd been trying to look out for him as he always did, he'd managed to somewhat betray Kurt's trust, too, breaking the long held promise that if any of them found themselves discovering Blaine on the island, Kurt would know before anyone else.

Just as he opened his mouth to start to explain, Kurt was bitchplsing them at a level Puck had never seen before. But this was Blaine. Kurt didn't fuck around when it came to Blaine, no matter what. Still, Puck knew that Kurt would be expecting an explanation from all of them, and he owed him that much. "Kurt, we did what we thought we had to do to protect B... Maybe it was the wrong choice, but even Dr. C thought it might be too much of a shock to the system for him to see you right away after... after everything. But... We should've told you... I'm really sorry, Kurt."

The truth was, Puck still didn't know that getting Kurt right away would've been the best choice for Blaine at the time. But Kurt was right on one point... The fact that Blaine was his husband, either way, and it wasn't their choice to make for him. Quietly, Puck stepped back out of the way just a little, convinced that Kurt was waiting for his moment to rip them both to shreds.

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[CLOSED] "Wake me up inside. Save me. Call my name and save me from the dark."

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