etrelibre | [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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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.

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

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