"When life before is only a memory."

[justbeingaqueen]

Who: justbeingaqueen and puckzillarette
What: An unexpected encounter
Where: Kurt & Blaine's home, Upper East Side
When: Day after THIS
Rating: Probably swearing

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[justbeingaqueen]

Kurt shook his had slightly and stepped a little closer to her. "No, it's okay, Naomi. Don't apologise, okay? There's nothing to apologise for, and I seriously have no room to judge on any of that sort of thing. I understand, okay? Come in, sit down. We can talk if you want to. I can't promise to be able to give you what you need, but I'll try to help the best I can." He gave a bit of a nod in the direction of the entranceway into the rest of his home so she would follow.

He chose the formal living room that was Barbie-free and sat down on the plush sofa, waiting for Naomi to join him. Once she did, he tucked his hands into his pockets again, getting comfortable. He was confused by not only her presence, but the apparent confusion and discontent she was exhibiting. Had Puck lost touch with her too over the years? Was that what this was all about? "I'm not sure how much you know of Blaine?" he began, more in question than anything else. "He has epilepsy, and when he has seizures, they can knock him around quite a bit. He's been sick the past couple of days with it, so he's just recuperating. They take him down quite hard, and he sleeps a lot. That's where he is right now. Naomi, are you okay? What sort of help do you need? I don't know if I'm really the best person to be help anyone right now..."

[puckzillarette]

Kurt's placid and accommodating response helped calm Naomi's nerves. Again, she wanted to hug him but he was putting out an air that even though he was being accommodating, physical contact wasn't welcome. He kept his arms and hands close to him, and that was okay. He hadn't told her to go fuck herself, so that's all she could ask for. She and Puck hadn't spoken much directly about Kurt or Blaine. She knew both were in Puck's life now after not being for very long, and she also knew via her mom from Mrs Hummel that Kurt had been seriously ill in the past year or so. Was it just the drugs and that information had been concealed? Naomi had no idea. Kurt was a celebrity and of course his private business had been kept on the hush. To look at him now, though, she could see he had been ill. He was still beautiful, though. She had always thought that about him. He and Blaine had been a seriously hot couple back in their day.

As she followed him through the ornate foyer further into his home, she was overwhelmed by the interior. It hit her quite abruptly that for the first time in her humble life, she was standing in the presence of probably a billionaire. A celebrity. Someone millions of people in the world wanted a piece of. And somewhere under the same roof, another famous celebrity was asleep. It was fucking huge, and it nearly threw her until she forced herself to remember she had known both of them before any of this. Beyond the flashy exterior, before this, they had still been just two of her big brother's closest friends for years.

Hearing Blaine had epilepsy, however, shocked her. Her eyes widened a little and she gaped at Kurt for a few moments. "Epilepsy? When did... how did... he didn't have that back in school, though, did he? Noah would have said. Actually, I know for a fact that it would have probably freaked him out if Blaine was having fits, so he definitely would have mentioned it. Kurt, Mom said you haven't been well yourself. She and Carole are still good friends, so I've sort of heard in passing about things, but no real details. Are you okay? You... don't have to tell me. I'm sorry. I just... okay, it's like this. Noah and me lost contact years ago. He hurt and scared me almost beyond recollection, he hurt my mom. I... I had to cut ties with him or e would have dragged us both down. But he contacted me recently, so I thought I should come to see with my own eyes if he had changed his ways. And I saw him, we spoke. All the old anger is still inside me, though and I just don't know if I can trust him. I came to talk to Blaine, to maybe see through someone else's eyes how Noah has been. He said he's back in touch with Blaine a lot now. Blaine helped him after rehab and he's working for him. I guess I just need some second opinions rather from the horse's mouth before I know whether... whether I can risk him hurting me again."

[justbeingaqueen]

Kurt shook his head. "No, he didn't have it back in school. Blaine's baby girl got meningitis when she was an infant, and he caught it off her. He spent time in hospital and was seriously sick. But there were complications in his recovery and because the infection was so bad, it caused the epilepsy. He has medication for it, but sometimes, he just had bad periods with it. He's been doing well. He had a rough patch over Christmas, and has kept on top of it, but the other day he went down with a bad one in the shower. I'm just trying to take care of him the best I can, but it's not easy. It terrifies me to see him like that."

He had to pause then, hesitating and running his tongue slowly over his lips to wet them. "I'm recovering," was the answer he settled on. Some days, he still wasn't okay and he knew it. But others, he was beginning to feel normal again and get back on his feet. He knew Blaine was the reason for that. As she continued, though, he knew he couldn't just leave it at that. "Naomi... if Blaine was here, I know he would talk to you in a heartbeat, but even if he was awake, he's not well enough to focus. So, you drew the short straw with me. Puck's... he's my sponsor. For my drug addiction recovery. I wish there was something more positive I could offer you, but I am in no position to judge any of his actions because I have been a horrible person myself with the same demons. I haven't been well, no. Your mom was right. I was diagnosed with clinical depression after I tried to take my own life last year after the reunion. I ended up an addict because of it. Puck's been helping me on my road to recovery and I trust him implicitly. Not just with my welfare, but with my husband's. I'm not telling you to just forgive the errors of his ways, or trying to dilute the pain you most certainly would have felt from what he did to you... whatever it was. But as an addict myself, I know that it would be ripping his heart out to be sober now and realise just how much he has hurt or damaged people he loves more than life itself."