It was a lazy Sunday morning. Blaine and Kurt were stretched over the sofa, watching a movie on TV.

Suddenly Blaine got up and stretched his hands toward Kurt who looked confused.

"Get up!" Blaine ordered, grinning at Kurt and trying to grab his hands.

Kurt shrugged, murmuring sleepy nonsense and pulling the comforter over his head.
Blaine debated what he should do for a moment and then he launched at Kurt, pulled him over his shoulder and marched to the bedroom. "What are you doing?! Blaine put me down!" After only a second Kurt's yells transformed into hysterical laughter.

Blaine set him on the edge of the bed and looked at his red face, still laughing hard. "I have an idea," Blaine said and couldn't stop from smiling, since Kurt at that second stopped laughing and looked at him seductively.

"I bet I have a better one," he groaned and pulled his legs behind Blaine's knees, dragging him closer.

"That's not what I had in mind." Blaine leaned over him, gave him a peck on the lips, and squirmed away from his hold. When he put enough space between them he continued.
"Dress…" Blaine deliberated over the best way to put it "To impress"

"I always—" Kurt started, irritated.

"I know, I know baby. Just, formal okay?"

"Oh! I know just the thing!" Kurt ran to the closet and started rummaging around animatedly.

"We'll leave in half an hour, okay?" Blaine called after him, not surprised to hear laughter from the other room.

They were ready to leave an hour and a half later.

When Blaine instructed the driver to go to Madison Avenue, Kurt looking at him, puzzled.

When they arrived Blaine paid quickly and hurried to the other side of the car, opening Kurt's door.

"Mr. Hummel?" He smiled at him, offering his hand.

Kurt couldn't say no to that kind of gesture, so he put his hand on Blaine's and let him lead him out of the car.

Blaine put Kurt's hand under his and pulled him closer.

"For all of this to work I'll need you to be Mr. Anderson." Blaine felt foolish for the blush on his face. "Play pretend with me for two hours?"

Kurt giggled and squeezed closer to him "I do." He threw a playful glance at him. "I mean, I will," he corrected himself and looked at Blaine teasingly.

Blaine led him quickly to the nearest boutique.

When they got inside Kurt wondered when Blaine managed to transfer into an alter ego of himself that Kurt didn't even know existed. Blaine parted from him and walked to the shop owner that stood beside the counter. He walked like a king – broadening his shoulders, straightening his back and raising his chin. Kurt was impressed; and by the look of it, so did the staff.

After two minutes of conversation Blaine got back to Kurt's side with two employees behind him. Blaine shot a huge grin to Kurt before turning to them again.

"Since it's our fifth anniversary..." This announcement was followed by awe's "We are going to celebrate it with our dearest friend – Ellen DeGeneres. " Blaine name dropped her casually. "And we want to look our best. Someone told me this is the best place I can find, so we decided to try." He finished, glancing at Kurt.

Kurt caught up quickly. "I think it was Sarah who told us."

"Sara..?" One of the girls whispered.

"Jessica Parker," Kurt completed in nonchalant. That comment seemed to get the girls to a whole new level of excitement.

They led the boys to the second floor of the shop, 'where the really exclusive stuff is' they told them.

Blaine and Kurt tried on clothes that they never even dared to dream about.

When the girl offered Kurt to try a jacket that was labeled with his favorite designer, Kurt actually squeaked.

He tried it on and stared at the mirror, trying to imprint in his mind how it looked from every angle. Moments later Blaine joined him, wearing an expensive suit of his own.

Kurt got closer to him and held his hand, smiling to reflection of them. He turn his head to look at Blaine and gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispering so no one could hear "It cost proximately 8 months' worth of our rent." Blaine laughed quietly.

"You look stunning," Kurt added and kissed him again.

An hour later Blaine decided to continue, while the girls showed Kurt the jeans section.

"Girls, it's been a pleasure." Blaine walked to Kurt's side, holding his hand and directing him downstairs.

"Our personal buyer will arrive next week with our instructions," he continued, practically dragging Kurt outside of the shop while he tried to stir him to the bags shelf.

When they were outside of the shop Kurt looked longingly at the window, sighing heavily. "What now?"

They continued from there to a car shop (searching the best car for driving around Europe) and so on until it was late in the afternoon and they decided to head back home.

They both sat quietly in the taxi, completely exhausted. Kurt put his head on Blaine's shoulder and held his hand on his lap.

"I don't know if it was the most exciting you've done to me, or the cruelest," Kurt said with a smile on his face, looking dreamily at their entwined hands.

He couldn't believe he found himself once again staring at the same four walls.
The annoying beeping noises from the machines are the only things breaking the silence. The same bad coffee and even worse food.

Only a few weeks ago they walked out of this hospital, never wanting to look back.

The phone call was rushed and with very few details about his condition.

Hurrying to the hospital, he found him unconscious and connected to a life support machine. It brought him back memories he wished to forget.

He refused to leave his side. The other visitors brought him books and newspapers to fill his time with.

It'd been three days and his condition didn't change.

Burt sat beside him, pulling him to a hug.

"It's cruel."

He shook his head, raising his face to look at the celling, trying to stop himself from crying.
Burt's hand was still around him; the proximity made him feel better, but didn't help with avoiding crying. He put his head between his hands.

"It's okay," Burt soothed him and patted his back.

A week later the doctors kept ranting about his condition with no helpful information, just dry facts.

He got frustrated, finding himself marching around the room murmuring promises to the air-things he will do, or never do again, only to make him wake up.

That night the constant sound of beeping suddenly changed its rate and a minute afterwards a doctor rushed to the bed with a nurse behind him.

"What is it? Is he waking up?" he said hysterically, reaching for the bed on the other side.

The nurse got beside him and pulled him away from the bed.

The doctor kept checking the machines and then he opened the eyes of the limp body on the bed forcefully and asked loudly, "Blaine Anderson, can you hear me?"

He tried not to think, but he didn't succeed at that.

Searching for a taxi was hard at this hour so he decided to walk to a more crowded street nearby.

The words 'cheating' and' betrayal' going through his mind and though he tried to silence them with thousand excuses, none of them made him feel any less ashamed.

The streets were poorly lit and he got lost several times, still affected by the alcohol in his blood. He realized he was walking in the wrong direction when he turned around and was going to cross the street to the other side, a speeding car taking a turn to the same street and hit him.

There wasn't any reaction from him so the doctor started to change the dosage on the IV.
A few minutes later Blaine responded. He moved his hand and blinked rapidly.

By that moment the nurse couldn't hold Kurt anymore and he rushed to Blaine's side holding his hand. "Blaine! I'm here." Kurt smiled at him. "Everything is going to be fine."

The doctor explained to Blaine his condition, gave the nurse instructions for further treatment and left the room.

The nurse brought Blaine a bottle to drink from. He drank and watched Kurt closely.

Kurt held his hands tight and pushed his face to Blaine's chest.

"I was so worried," he cried. "It was so horrible seeing you like this."

Blaine didn't say anything so Kurt continued.

"I missed you. You have no idea."

"I do actually," Blaine said, his voice hoarse.

Kurt sniffled loudly and raised his head to look at Blaine.

They looked at each other for a long moment and then Kurt leaned slowly and kissed him.
Blaine kissed him back, closing his eyes, willing for this moment to not end.

Kurt broke the kiss noisily but kept his face only an inch apart from Blaine's.

Blaine opened his eyes slowly. He opened his mouth, itching to kiss Kurt once again but instead he asked, "Kurt, do you remember?"