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

[rockstarwarbler]

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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[alloriginalgradeabadass]

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.