Titolo: Know U Remain There
Capitoli: 1/3
Personaggi: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Burt Hummel, Finn Hudson.     
Words: Prologue, 221. Chapter I 825.

Prologue

Kurt held his iPhone tight into his hands. It had been ringing incessantly for half an hour. The names on the display were always the same. Dad, Finn, Mercedes, Carol. Dad, Finn, Mercedes… it was almost reassuring. Kurt looked at his side, where Blaine was clutching the steering of his car so hard that Kurt would expect it to break any moment now. They had stopped on the highway that would take them to New York, and when Kurt had noticed, he had pulled Blaine over at a wharf.

“May I know why the hell we are here?” Kurt asked, eager to receive explanations..

“I wanna go away, Kurt.” Blaine replied, without looking. “With you. Run away, leave it all behind.” Kurt looked at him silently. Blaine looked back at him, with almost desperate eyes. Kurt whispered, turning over the phone in his hands. A new call filled the car with the notes of Teenage Dream, the ring tone that Kurt had no courage to change. Mercedes. Again. With a pang he refused the call, turning the phone off.

“You know it's crazy” Kurt stated, while Blaine held is breath “But if it can make you feel better… let's do it.” Kurt smiled, perhaps a little stiffly, resting a hand on Blaine’s.

“Thanks, Kurt.” Blaine whispered, turning the car on.

I

 Burt swore, sick of hearing the answering machine telling him that Kurt's phone could be 'off or not reachable' . Finn crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head.

“He can not be disappeared. Maybe his phone is discharge.”

“Finn, Kurt’s phone is never discharged. He has a kind of inner connection with that thing.” Burt slumped on the couch, exhausted.

“Let's try to call Blaine...”

“Cell-off. Him, too.”

“Mercedes?”

“She does not know anything. Boy, would you really believe that I didn’ think about that? I’ve been calling everyone who could possibly know where my son is!” the man put his head in his hands, elbows on knees.

“Sorry ... I will do a few rounds of phone calls among the boys of the Glee Club. Maybe someone knows something.” Finn went in his room with a bad feeling. A bad premonition.

***

“Let's go next to the station.” Kurt said, leaning out the window to admire the New York streets.

“Why near the station?”

“We do not have enough money to afford a hotel. And I'm not going to do ... filth, to afford a room.”

“I won't let you do it anyway” Blaine reassured him, quieter than it was earlier. "Oh look, a karaoke bar!"

“No, no, Blaine! We must keep the money for ... “

“Oh come on, spend a few dollars will not kill us right?” Kurt thinned eyes, turned his phone on and put it in his pocket.

“Why do I have in mind a certain party at Rachel Berry’s? “

“Oh, again? It's been ages ...”

“But the mental picture of you drunk in my bed will never leave my mind.” Kurt teased him, out of the car, which promptly Blaine had parked near the bar.

The bar was very small by the standards of New York, of course. It could almost be confused with one of those who were near Lima.

A girl was singing on stage, maiming Fireworks by Katy Perry. Kurt wrinkled his nose, while Blaine gestured to him to go and sit. A young boy with a white apron came up immediately, as soon as they took the menus their hands.

“What can I bring to you guys?” He asked them with a courteous smile. Kurt closed the menu immediately.

“Water. Smooth. The tap”

"Kurt stop it, we can well afford to drink. Two Diet Cokes, thank you," the waiter smiled again, moving away.

Kurt pouted, focusing his gaze on the stage, where a black woman was performing. His drink was placed in front of him, and he smiled at the waiter and he immediately took a sip. Blaine did the same then, running his tongue over his lips, he laid his eyes on the boy in front of him.

"Kurt ... thanks for being here," Hummel shrugged, continuing to make sustained. Blaine smiled and, seeing the empty stage, he stood up. Kurt looked at him with raised eyebrows, while the boy approached the scores, selecting the song he had chosen to sing. The first notes of Vanilla Sky's Nightmare filled the room. Many eyes fell on Blaine, who continued to look at Kurt.

What am I doing here? 
What happened before? 
Did I mess up? 
Someone is calling me 
Someone is whispering 
Blaine wake up 

Blaine closed his eyes, beating the rhythm with his foot. The rhythm of the song that he had heard too many times lying on the bed in his room, and at that time represented more than his fears.

And it makes me feel bad 
When I find that you're not here 
And it makes me so scared 
When I find that I'm alone 

Kurt stood up, approached the stage, then climbing next to Blaine. He decided that perhaps it was the case to sing with him, in what seemed to Kurt a call for help. Kurt strained his sight, singing along with him.

I can't remember 
I was holding your hand tight 
Lost in that light 
Suddenly I'm here 
Darkness around me 
Should I wake up 

They smiled at each other. Blaine grateful, and Kurt encouraging.

And it makes me feel bad 
When I find that you're not here 
And it makes me so scared 
When I find that I'm alone 

Blaine felt Kurt’s hand grabbing his. Turning to Kurt, he saw a reassuring smile on his lips. And Blaine could not do anything but smile in return. Again.

Please save me 

I can't remember 
what happened before 
Should I wake up and call your name loud and on? 

And it makes me feel bad 
When I find that you're not here 
And it makes me so scared 
When I find that I'm alone

The bar was filled with applause, perhaps for the first time that evening. Kurt, in a burst of affection, hugged him, then kissed him on the lips. After a moment of surprise, Blaine returned the hug.

"You're not alone. Remember. Courage." Hummel whispered, without loosening his grip. The curly boy nodded, moving away from that unexpected hug. “Now it's up to me.” Kurt decided, and began to leaf through scores. Blaine laughed.

"And you didn’t even want to come here!"