The Way I Remember You (1/??)
Title: The Way I Remember You (1/?)
Author: foreternityblue
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG (rating will go up)
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Chapter Word Count: 1, 600
Summary: Blaine Anderson wasn't used to the feeling of loneliness. At least, not until he starts to remember a boy he had apparently forgotten who has returned to Lima. A boy with eyes that always have a sense of loneliness in them for some reason. Klaine AU
Author's Note: Brand new story. This was bound to happen since I really can't bring myself to write for Daybreak as of right now, so that story is clearly going on hiatus in favor of working on this story that I rather enjoy writing and can write, as of now. Let's see where this story goes. I have no idea how long it's going to be, though, just as a warning.
For as long as anyone could remember, in the small town of Lima, Ohio, there was an old and apparently haunted mansion situated right outside of the city. It stood tall, yet it seemed to sag and had an old, broken kind of beauty to it. The kind of old and broken that made it evident that, in its day, it had been beautiful-gorgeous, even. The grass was tall and untamed, and the walls surrounding it protectively were crumbling slowly, but most certainly steadily. It was a point of interest to young children and to adults who were knew to the small town.
People said that, sometimes, if you stared up at the window furthest to the left on the second floor, you would see the outline of a boy standing there in the shadows, simply watching over the untidy yard that stretched from the front of the house to the walls. There were few who could honestly say they believed the rumor, however, and there was absolutely no proof supporting the thought, so no one paid it too much attention.
It was a warm summer day, the sun beaming down upon the small town of Lima, when Blaine Anderson, age sixteen, was suddenly drawn to the old building despite the scary vibe that constantly surrounded it. The sun was bright and hot against the teenager’s curly dark hair and beat down on his blue t-shirt and white shorts.
“Blaine, where are you going?” called out one of his childhood friends, Rachel Berry. He heard her feet thumping against the ground as she jogged after him, catching up to him easily before he could turn the corner.
He looked at the small, attractive brunette, an easy grin spreading across his face despite the feeling that was growing, deep inside his heart. A feeling of emptiness; of loneliness and sadness and he didn’t know why he was getting this odd emotion. Blaine had never felt this way before, not really. From a young age, Blaine could only remember being surrounded by people, by friends and family. It was a foreign feeling… a feeling that Blaine didn’t want, at all.
“I’m going to the haunted mansion,” he replied easily, turning his gaze back to the hot pavement in front of him, hearing the footsteps of Rachel come to an abrupt stop. She started to lag behind, probably staring at his back with an absolutely incredulous expression as he continued walking forwards.
The footsteps started up once again quickly and there was a hand grabbing at his sleeve suddenly, causing him to turn around and stare down at the earnest looking girl who was apparently trying to pull him back even if she wasn’t exactly trying that hard. “Blaine, that’s not safe. You really shouldn’t go there. You know that none of the adults will approve of this idea.”
Blaine blinked at her a few times and shook his head, tugging his arm back gently and inching down the sidewalk once again, “Come on, Rachel, where’s your sense of adventure? Courage! You don’t even have to come along. I was planning on going alone anyway. You’ll see me again soon!” He finished speaking quickly, before turning and starting to run down the street, laughing a little bit to himself, decidedly ignoring Rachel’s shouts that followed him as he turned the corner.
He’d say sorry later.
Having quite a bit of stamina due to the fact that he had been playing soccer since he was little Blaine ran the rest of the way through the town that he grew up in. It wasn’t really that far to run, anyways, and Blaine found himself standing in front of an old dirt rode within minutes, and he stared along it for a few fleeting moments before glancing back at the populated buildings. Without looking back again, he started down the dirt road, humming a random tune to himself.
It didn’t take too long until he was walking through a large thicket of trees, his feet hitting grass lightly, his eyes trained onto the crumbling brick wall that stood around the old mansion. Staring up at it almost passively, Blaine could feel that pang of loneliness again, deep in his heart, and it made his throat quench before approaching the gate.
Blaine had heard that the gate was locked at all times, and yet when he approached it and pressed a hand against the iron bars, it swung open slowly with an earsplitting screech that made the dark haired teen flinch and take a step back. Inhaling deeply, Blaine closed his hazel eyes and tried to calm down his rapidly beating heart… before opening his eyes once again, hyperaware of his surroundings as he stepped forwards.
There was an obviously laid path in front of him, made of stone, with blades of tall grass poking up between cracks in the carefully laid stone. As close to the house as Blaine was, he could easily tell that the mansion most certainly had been beautiful at one point… a long, long time ago.
Regardless, not allowing himself to become distracted by thoughts about what the mansion could have been long, long ago, he walked along the stones and up to the porch. Tentatively, he place one of his feet on top of the old wood, and frowned a little bit at the way it creaked beneath the light weight he set on it… before Blaine just shrugged his shoulders and made his way up the steps quickly and up to the door. He grabbed the doorknob quickly and turned it; jolting in surprise when the door opened rather easily, instead of being locked like he’d originally assumed.
Not wasting another moment Blaine stepped inside the dusty front hall, looking around at the dimly lit room quietly. Cobwebs hung everywhere and books and other paraphernalia were strewn across the ground haphazardly, as if there was some sort of struggle before the mansion was abandoned. Coughing a little bit at the musty air Blaine tip-toed forward, wincing a little bit every time he stepped on a creaky floorboard.
A few paintings hung here and there though they were all faded to the point that Blaine couldn’t really make out much of them, except for what paintings had humans and what paintings didn’t. Some of the paintings were broken on the ground as well, which he found rather curious, but he didn’t dwell on the small things for too long as he made his way over to the large staircase.
Suddenly a sudden noise emanated from upstairs and Blaine stopped moving abruptly, his entire body stiffening in surprise. It sounded almost like falling books… and then footsteps followed along with a slowly opening door. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing up and he was ready to bolt from the house as quickly as he could possibly could…
He held himself back, though, as footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder as they moved closer. Blaine’s heart rate spiked again, and that dreadful feeling of loneliness started to ebb away, slowly for some reason. His head turned when the footsteps stopped when they were at their very loudest and he turned his gaze upwards to the balcony, expecting some old, decrepit person to be standing there-
Instead Blaine nearly fell over in surprise when he saw a tall, slim brunet standing there, hands gripping the balcony lightly as he gazed down at the young teenager. His eyes were bright, and they weren’t a singular color from that Blaine could see from where he stood. The boy looked around his age, maybe older, and his skin seemed like porcelain, his face almost perfectly sculpted… he was beautiful, somehow.
“Who are you?” asked the brunet in a clear, light voice, one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows rising slightly. “What are you doing here…?”
Before responding, Blaine couldn’t help but continue to stare at the almost unreal boy, particularly at his eyes. His eyes, which were so complex, held a rather curious mixture of emotions… curiosity laced with fear and maybe even the slightest bit of excitement… but there was an undeniable edge of absolute loneliness. Seeing the loneliness almost… hurt Blaine, for some reason, because there was an odd tightening sensation in his chest.
Clearing his throat carefully, he finally responded, “I’m… I’m Blaine. Blaine Anderson. I don’t really know what I’m doing here… I just had a feeling that I should come here today. My heart was telling me to come here for some reason-I sound crazy, I know… I’m sorry if I’m intruding-“
“You aren’t intruding,” the man interjected softly, a suddenly sad smile taking over his face, “I’m just… surprised… that you’re here. Do you… do you know my name?”
A confused expression crossed Blaine’s face quickly and he tilted his head to the side, just a little bit, “I… I don’t…” a sudden pain stabbed his head, and he flinched, a hand flying up and tangling itself in his curly locks, his body leaning forwards a little bit. It was like something was being pulled apart… and then it was like it was restored, and Blaine just knew, somehow. Blaine remembered a part of his past that he had seemingly forgotten, just like that.
“Kurt.”
When he gazed back up at the banister, Kurt was gone.