THE AFTERSHOCKS REMAIN. → OPEN.
TAGGING → Kurt Hummel and Someone in Group 4
TIME FRAME → Morning on the island, Day 2.
THE LOCATION → The East Beach, then the jungle.
GENERAL NOTES → Breakfast on Kurt!
Kurt stirred, his eyes fluttering open, utterly confused as to why he was snuggled up to Quinn Fabray. He sat up, careful not to disturb her, and looked around, remembering-- oh yeah, he was stranded on a desert island, and he had lost the memory of the past three years of his life. He felt the panic creep up his throat, but Kurt immediately swallowed it down. His stomach was growling-- he vaguely remembered that he hadn't eaten anything yesterday, and he was positively ravenous. His body was demanding so much of him-- his stomach needed food, his throat needed water, his mind needed answers, and Kurt was overwhelmed, he had to take care of something. He knew that he wasn't going to get any answers for a long time, not until they'd found everyone else who had been on this trip, and he could only hope that Mercedes was among them-- she was his best friend, surely they'd stayed in contact, they were still best friends, and she could help clear the cobwebs in his head... He cleared his throat, his eyes and nose burning a bit from the salt air, took a deep breath, and slowly got up. It was a painful process, because the headaches and dizziness made the island spin under his feet for a bit, before he could stand without feeling like he was going to fall. He'd been terrified to go to bed, last night, wondering if he'd make things worse. If he'd forget more. Names were fuzzy and faces weren't so easily recognized. He kept repeating a list of facts about himself, hoping that they would eventually sink in, or trigger his memories. His name was Kurt Hummel. He was eighteen years old, and a recent graduate of McKinley High School. Mr. Schue had won the lottery and taken them, the Dalton Academy Warblers, and a few other guests to Bora Bora for three weeks in honor of his wedding. They had been in a plane crash, and now they were on this island. He loved fashion, musicals, theatre, classic movies, cooking. He was out of the closet. He had a boyfriend, Blaine. He and Quinn Fabray were friends, now. Finn Hudson was his brother. His head hurt. Any crush on Finn Hudson that he may or may not have wanted to admit to had to completely disappear. It was three years later, surely he'd moved on, especially if their respective single parents had married each other. He had to move on. There was no choice, no option.
Poor Blaine. He didn't ask for any of this. Of course, assuming that Blaine actually existed, and he wasn't some kind of cruel prank that the group was playing on him. That'd be great-- tricking him out of the closet by telling him he had a boyfriend, then tormenting him about it once they-- He needed to eat something, or he was going to throw up. Kurt took a clumsy step forward, heading into the thick, lush greenery of the forest. These deserted, tropical islands always had some kind of coconut or banana tree on them somewhere, right? He wondered briefly if he should go with a buddy, or something, to make sure that he got back okay. He decided against it, as that would require him to wake someone else up, and after the ordeal that they'd all been through, Kurt couldn't bring himself to disturb any of the others He didn't feel quite comfortable with anyone in that group other than Quinn, and after the conversation they'd had the previous night... Kurt couldn't wake her up. So, off he set. Each step grounded him a little more, brought him back to center. Walking was good. Walking would bring him back to normal. He entered the jungle, and walked straight ahead for about three minutes. The jungle was peaceful, and calm, and really wet. He remembered the chill he'd felt last night, and was thankful the sun was out. He wandered for a few more minutes, before he found himself directly to the right of a banana tree. Kurt grinned, his eyes brightening, as he saw a bundle of bananas that had fallen from the tree. He didn't know how to climb a tree, or even if fallen bananas meant that they were ripe, but they didn't look green or black and he was starving. He couldn't help himself-- Kurt immediately peeled one, and practically inhaled it. He could have eaten five more, but there were enough to share with his group, and Kurt knew that the others were probably as hungry as he was. The bundle was big, and it was difficult to carry, but Kurt was determined to bring it back. The trip back to the beach was confusing, as he couldn't remember the way he'd come, and he had gone in a large circle for ten minutes, before he followed a seagull's cry. It hadn't been so bad. Next time, he'd have to make a path, or look for landmarks, or something. He made it back to camp and set his loot down in the sand beside him. He figured the others would be waking up soon, and Kurt would have breakfast when they did.
