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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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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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