fic: Remember Me (3/?)
Title: Remember Me (3/?)
Rating: R for language
Words: ~2,000 (6,600 total)
Ship: Kurt/Sam, mentions of Kurt/Blaine and Sam/Mercedes
Summary: Rory doesn't believe that someone can change the past, even though in his day and age, time travel is widely accepted as a means of getting around. His grumpy teacher is out to prove him wrong, and Rory finds himself faced with the challenge of going back to 2011 and getting his parents back together.
Inspired by the numerous time travel gif sets on Tumblr, including this one in particular.
( part one ) ( part two )
The worst thing about traveling back in time, Rory decided, was the fact that he couldn’t get in contact with Harmony while he was here. Rory had never dated anyone, only seen others around him date people, and he avoided chick flicks like they were the plague. Harmony would know exactly what to do to get two people together. Rory, on the other hand, didn’t. He was absolutely clueless. Asking someone for help was out of the question because that would mean telling them the whole story, and the whole trick to time travel is to stay sneaky so the cover isn’t blown.
So Rory found himself moping around the choir room with some of the other guys. They were complaining that they didn’t have a shot in hell to win Sectionals, which Rory knew wouldn’t be true - unless he managed to mess something up. His parents were insanely proud of winning all the way through Nationals that year, and Rory hoped his visit wouldn’t mess that up, too. Kurt was just likening their chances to a sinking ship when a voice broke their chattering.
Rory looked to the doorway to see Sam Evans striding in, a big grin on his face. Rory wanted to leap up and hug him, but to also hug Finn. He couldn’t believe his parents were finally at least in the same town. That would make getting them together so much easier. Everyone got up to greet him, and Rory was just about to say, “Hi, dad!” when Kurt cut him off.
“That’s Sam,” he explained to Rory kindly. “Sam Evans. He used to go here, but then he had to move away.”
Rory had to bite back an, “I know,” and he chided himself. He had to get his head back into this whole ‘Rory Flanagan’ act or he’d blow his cover. He kindly said hello to Sam, who looked at him strangely, and then stepped back as Sam strapped on a guitar and began to sing. The song was ridiculous, to say the least, but his dads would always tell him the story of this day and how annoyed Kurt was with the song, but how cute he thought it was that Sam was singing country. “His voice is just better suited to sing country music,” Kurt would say nonchalantly when Sam would tease him about loving the song so much. “It’s got nothing to do with the song,” Kurt would always insist.
Well, all it took was one look at Kurt’s face during the song and everything sort of made sense. Especially when that hard-haired guy - Blaine, his name was - kept singing it in Kurt’s face. That would get annoying fast. Rory didn’t want to seem creepy so he decided to wait until Sam got a chance to say hello to everyone he’d missed before he would approach Sam. Soon, though. He’d approach Sam before the end of the week to at least say hello.
As they were leaving the choir room, Finn walked up to Rory excitedly and asked, “So now you just get them together, right!?”
Finn looked so proud of himself, and so excited to have Sam back, but Rory just frowned and shook his head. “Not really,” he replied, keeping the Irish accent he usually dropped when he was around Finn. They were in the hallway at school and anyone could hear them. “I mean, Kurt’s with that greasy guy - we have to figure out a way for that to end, first.”
“How long do we have?” Finn asked curiously.
“Harmony set the machine to bring me back the day after Christmas,” Rory explained.
Finn looked confused and asked, “Harmony?”
Rory wasn’t sure what he should tell Finn about the future, so he just waved off his question and said, “A friend.”
“A girlfriend?” Finn teased with a coy smile.
Rory’s eyes widened and he shook his head fervently. “No way,” he said quickly. “I…just no.”
Harmony was his cousin and never in a million years would he date his cousin, even if only by his grandparents’ marriage. He couldn’t tell Finn that, though, because it would give everything away. Finn didn’t look like he believed him, but one day he’d understand. “So…it’s November and we still haven’t done anything,” Finn trailed off.
“I know,” Rory said. He bit his lip and shook his head, “I don’t know what to do.”
Just as Finn was about to make a suggestion, Santana walked by and asked, “What’s the matter? Afraid the New Directions aren’t going to be able to win against the Trouble Tones?” She smiled sweetly at them - or as sweetly as Santana (or Satan, as Rory liked to call her) could possibly manage. “It’s okay,” she reassured them. “You guys always lose. It’s not like this will be anything new.”
Finn opened his mouth to yell at her, but Rory tugged at his arm to pull Finn’s attention away from her. “Focus, Finn,” Rory said.
It was still strange to call his parents and uncle and aunt by their first name only, but it was slowly becoming easier. “I don’t know how you could possibly break up Kurt and Blaine,” Finn admitted. He let out a defeated sigh and said, “They’re like sickeningly in love.”
It only took a few days to plant doubt in Finn’s head that Kurt and Blaine really loved each other. The minute Blaine started to insult Sam, Kurt shirked away to the corner looking hurt instead of confronting Blaine, and something seemed off. After rehearsal that day, Rory slowly approached his father and asked, “Kurt?”
Kurt spun around, countless emotions swimming in his eyes as he asked softly, “Yeah?”
Rory swallowed. He hadn’t seen Kurt this upset before…ever. It hurt. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” Kurt insisted. He flashed Rory a fake smile and turned to walk back down the hallway.
Rory just stared after his father as Kurt rounded the corner, looking just as upset as before. “He doesn’t open up to people when he’s sad,” Finn pointed out. “He never has and he probably never will.”
Rory hadn’t even realized that Finn was behind him until he spoke. Rory turned around and said, “It’s because of what Blaine said.”
“I know,” Finn nodded.
Neither spoke as they desperately tried to come up with some sort of plan. Rory slowly turned around and said, “I don’t think we can go at this from Kurt’s side.”
“What do you mean?”
“Kurt isn’t going to admit anything’s wrong in his relationship with Blaine,” Rory pointed out. “He told me when I was younger that he was with Blaine because it was convenient and he wanted to feel like a normal teenager. He said that he loved Blaine, but not the same way he loved Pa.”
Santana walked by and raised an eyebrow at them as they just kind of stood there and watched her. The exchange was awkward, to say the least, but when she was gone, Finn asked, “He seriously said that? He told you about Blaine?”
“Well, kind of,” Rory shrugged. “He never told me a name…said it wasn’t important…but yeah, he told me.”
“Are you sure he meant Blaine, then?”
Rory nodded fervently and said, “My dads got together in their senior year of high school. Who else could it be between now and then?”
It made sense to Finn, of course. “So…what do we do now?” Finn asked.
Rory was getting rather irritated with this question, because he had no idea, but then he spotted Santana watching them curiously from down the hall and he said, “I think I have a plan. Kind of. I’ll fill you in later.”
Finn nodded as Rory rushed away without another word. Santana had her best bitch face on when Rory approached, and she asked, “What do you want, Leprechaun?”
“Come with me,” he said.
Rory reached out for her arm and took hold of it. He led her into the nearest empty classroom and she stopped him almost immediately after they walked in. “Hold up here, gay boy,” she shot roughly. “I’m taken by my girl Britts. You know that. I don’t do these midday hookups, especially not for guys like you.”
Rory turned around to face Santana, annoyed. His less-than-timid personality began to shine through the “Rory” personality he’d put in place and he dropped the accent to say, “I need your help.”
At the lack of accent, Santana let out a laugh and said, “You’re more fake than I gave you credit for.” She crossed her arms and walked further into the classroom, nearer to where Rory stood at the center. “What’s your problem, dork? I didn’t think someone would voluntarily make themselves more of a freak than they already are.”
Rory sighed and said, “Cut the crap, Santana. We have a serious problem here and I think you’re the only one that can help you.”
“No, I’m not going to take your virginity,” she said monotonously.
“Would you just shut up and listen!?” Rory asked loudly. Santana looked at him, impressed at his gumption, and nodded. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll send someone back to kick your ass better than I ever could…I’m from the future.”
Santana let out a hearty chuckle at this, and Rory said, “No, I’m serious. I’m from the future. I even know your daughter. She’s kind of a bitch, but now I see where she gets it.” Rory crossed his arms and said, “I’m here to try to get my parents together. I fucked things up in the future and I had to come back to fix it.”
“How is your mistake any of my problem?” Santana asked.
Her voice was different - curious now, instead of rude, and she looked like she had a million questions. “You’re the only one that can help me, I think,” Rory admitted. “Sam will listen to you, right?”
“He usually does, yeah,” Santana shrugged.
“I need you to talk to him,” Rory told her. “He still loves Kurt, I know it. We have to get Blaine out of the picture and Kurt and Sam need to get together otherwise I’m going to disappear.”
Santana raised an eyebrow and wandered closer to him. “Wait, so you’re like Berry? Two gay dads and shit?” she asked.
“Yes,” Rory sighed. “And I’m well aware of Rachel’s dads, thanks. She mentions them all the time. Just in case I want to talk about my feelings of it all or something. She’s seriously no better in the future.”
“I’ll remember to avoid her, then,” Santana shrugged. She started to circle Rory and looked at him through a scrutinizing gaze before asking, “What do I do?”
“You have to convince Sam that he’s still in love with Kurt,” Rory instructed. “If we don’t put the idea in his head, then when…if…Finn and I ever convince Kurt to break up with Blaine or Blaine to break up with Kurt or something…then Sam is just right there.”
Santana thought about it for a minute and nodded, “Yeah. Fine. I’ll talk to him.”
Rory beamed and said, “Thanks, Santana.” She smirked at him, and he asked, “So…this whole secret is safe with you? I mean, couldn’t exactly walk in here as Rory Evans.”
“Yeah, I get it, you’re all secret mission James Bond shit. Whatever,” she shook her head and said, “Just don’t slip up and I’ll do my bit and we’ll get your damn dads together.” Rory smiled as Santana walked away, and just before she walked out of the classroom, she turned and said, “You have the most oblivious dads in the world, kid. I don’t know how you turned out like you did.”
This backhanded compliment just made Rory’s smile grow, and he couldn’t wait to tell Finn that things were going to work out, at least on one side of it all. Now all they had to do was figure out how to get Kurt to leave Blaine.