Friday morning Kurt woke up with a heavy chest. He wasn't sure if the pain was heartbreak or from his beating the previous day. He ached everywhere, making even the smallest movements miserable. He convinced Burt and Carole that he wasn't fit to go to school, which was actually pretty accurate. All he wanted was to be alone in his bed, which he finally got when Burt and Carole went to work and Finn went to school.

Blaine's Friday was very similar to his Thursday, except there was no Kurt. He hadn't shown up to school that day. This caused, Blaine noted, worry in the Glee club and pride and amusement for a select group of jocks. During homeroom and lunch and rehearsals, many tried to call or text Kurt, but received no response. Some calls were even rejected and sent to voice mail by the depressed boy on the other end of the line.

Saturday, Blaine was picked up from his house by Jeff and Nick at two in the evening. Together, the three boys headed to Dalton Academy.

Blaine entered the school in the uniform blazer, which Jeff had loaned him, expecting to feel a sudden change and flood of memory. All he experienced was a sudden flood of people with memory. The school was very busy for a Saturday, Blaine observed. Another thing to take note of was everyone in the school knew him. They all waved and called his name with a greeting, some even gave high fives and fist bumps in passing. He really was popular. It was a shame he didn't know who they were.

Jeff and Nick led him through the halls, walking him to classes he had once took. Some of the rooms were unlocked, letting them go in and attempt to further Blaine's knowledge and memory. And if they were lucky, one of Blaine's old teachers would be lurking around and would testify "how marvelous Mr. Anderson is" and "what a delight he is to have in class."

The trio also made their way to the choir room. Nick and Jeff were able to coax Blaine's voice out of him, and some of the other Warblers came to harmonize with them. After their a Capella rendition of Somehwere Over the Rainbow, which was the first song Blaine could think of, he was led to a hallway full of dorms. They stopped in front of a door which read "206".

"This was your room." Nick said. Blaine reached out to trace the numbers with his finger and try the door knob.

"And Kurt's." Jeff added, without thinking. He gave an apologetic look to both Blaine and his boyfriend, as Blaine immediately pulled his hands back.

"It's getting late, maybe you guys should just take me home."

"Okay." Nick said, leading Blaine out. Followed by a shamed Jeff.

Getting home, Blaine was again greeted by his parents' bickering. This time he didn't even bother to see if it was about him. He went straight to his room and got out his phone. There was someone he needed to talk to. The person Blaine thought could fix it all.

The phone rang twice before it was picked up. "Hey, Blaine!" Wes's voice called through the phone. "How do you feel?"

"Hey, Wes. Can we just not talk about that. Everyone always asks me that, and the answers always the same. I just wanna talk, like nothing happened. You're Wes, I'm Blaine, best friends for as long as we can remember." Blaine said, trusting that Wes would just go with it and not pry or fuss over his injuries.

"Of course. So, what's up?" He asked, casually as ever. The way he could just snap back into normality, no patronizing tone or poorly masked concern. It was Wes and Blaine. The thought of everything being right so easily brought a tear to Blaine's eye.

"Nothing much. Just wanted to know how college is going?" Blaine asked, struggling to fall into the small talk as flawlessly as Wes.

"Pretty good. It's a lot of work and studying, but so worth it!" Wes said. He paused, then lowered his voice, as though he was somewhere with people who shouldn't hear what he was going to say. "College girls are so hot!" Blaine chuckled. "Speaking of college girls and hot people, how are things with you and Kurt?" That was the crack in Wes's armor, his only flaw: he didn't know about sinking of the Klaine ship. It was like Wes had stepped on a fault line and Blaine exploded.

Tears began streaming from his eyes and he was now screaming into the phone. "Why does everyone keep asking about that!? It never happened and it never will, because I am not gay! Get that into your head! Blaine Anderson is not gay." He fell onto his bed in a fit of sobs.

"Blaine," Wes's voice came out calm and controlled. "Relax." the word sound as both a command and a comfort at once. "No one is accusing you of anything or saying you're something that you're not. All we are saying is you should talk to him. It is definitely in your best interest."

"How?" Blaine sniffed, coming down from his tantrum.

Wes sighed, "he knows you the best, even better than I do. You two became inseparable the moment you met."

"But, I don't believe that. And there has to be another way to-" Blaine was interrupted by a knock on his door.

"Blaine, sweetie," his mom called. "Can you come here, your father and I need to show you something."

"I'm on the phone with Wes." Blaine explained, muffling the phone by pressing it into his chest.

"Can you call him back? This is important."

"Okay." he told his mom. "Wes?" he heard his friend hum in response. "I gotta go. I'll talk to you later."

"Alright. Bye." The line went dead. Blaine locked his phone and went to meet his parents in the hallway. He looked at them expectantly.

"Walter?" His mother snapped, turning to his father. His dad wordlessly gestured for Blaine to follow him, then turned and began walking. Blaine eagerly followed on the adventure.

His interest was peaked when his dad led him into the attic. "Why are we here?" Blaine asked. His father just pointed to a box in the corner. Blaine hesitantly opened it. He didn't know what to say. In the box was a series of posters and CDs of people he didn't recognize, an endless parade of bow ties, a library of books written by Nicholas Sparks, who that was Blaine didn't know, and a collection of small items Blaine found no significance in. Under all of these things were pictures. Blaine just stared at them, tears forming in his eyes. He wished his parents weren't still standing behind him.

It was him and Kurt. Together. Happy. In love. Maybe the mythical Klaine wasn't so obscure after all. Blaine didn't know how he felt or what that meant, but he did know what he had to do next.