You know when the sun forgets to shine

I'll be there to hold you through the night

We'll be running so fast we can fly tonight

“Hey Kurt?”

“Mmm,” Kurt answered sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to Blaine's bare chest as they lay together, naked, under the covers of his bed,

“We're gonna be okay, right?”

Kurt shifted, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look into Blaine's eyes. Blaine stayed staring up at the ceiling, swallowing hard and holding Kurt tighter to his body. Kurt inhaled deeply and laced his fingers through Blaine's, tracing patterns across his boyfriend's chest with his other hand.

“We've already been through this.”

“I know,” Blaine's voice was quiet. He blinked before directing his gaze at Kurt and even in the low light coming from the lamp on the bedside table, Kurt could see tears gathering in the corners of Blaine's eyes. “But New York… it's just so far away and there's time difference and you'll be working and I'll be at school. I mean what if we forget or we're busy or –“

“Blaine,” Kurt stopped him by pressing his finger to Blaine's lips. “I mean what I said. We're going to be fine.”

Blaine sounded broken when he said, “You promise?”

Kurt nodded firmly, caressing Blaine's jaw. “I promise.”

Kurt leant down and pressed a kiss to Blaine's lips. He stayed there for a minute, not deepening the kiss but instead simply letting it linger. This was his last night in Lima and he didn't want it full of raw sex but rather full of intimacy and closeness with his boyfriend and family. So the kiss carried on for a moment before Blaine broke away. Kurt shuffled back into his position by Blaine's side as Blaine held him closer than before and pressed a kiss to his mussed hair.

“I love you so much, Kurt,” Blaine said quietly.

“I love you, Blaine,” Kurt whispered. “We're going to be fine. Nothing will ever come between us.”

And even though we're miles and miles apart

You're still holding onto my heart

I promise it will never be dark, I know

We're inseparable

“Your mom tells me you're getting out of here tomorrow,” Sam said after exchanging hellos with Blaine. He sat down in the chair beside the hospital bed and put his feet up on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah,” Blaine grinned, taking a sip of his orange juice. “Thank god. I think I'm about to go crazy.”

“That's really great, man. We'll be able to play video games together again!”

Blaine frowned. “I play video games?”

Sam stared with his mouth open. “You don't play video games?”

“Not that I can remember,” Blaine said dryly.

“But even at Dalton? You never played them?”

“It's not that I've never played them, just not that often and I'm not good so I don't see the point,” Blaine shrugged, setting the glass of juice back down on the table beside his bed.

“But you are good,” Sam stated, still staring at Blaine as if he'd told him he was no longer gay. “You're amazing, dude.”

“That's… flattering,” Blaine said it more as a question, “but I definitely don't have a habit of playing video games. I'm sorry to disappoint.”

“It's cool, man,” Sam shrugged. “We can just hang.”

Blaine smiled and nodded. He averted his gaze to his hands where they were folded on his lap. Sam yawned widely and looked around the bland room, searching for inspiration to start a conversation. He ran his hands through his hair and his eyes watered when he yawned again.

“You look tired.”

Sam looked up to see Blaine peering at him with a crease of worry between his eyebrows and chewing his bottom lip. Sam dismissed it with a shake of his head. He sat up straighter in the seat and leant his elbows on his knees, linking his fingers together.

“You're not sleeping well,” Blaine's observation was more of a statement than a question.

Sam shrugged. “It's nothing, dude. I've just been up late studying and doing homework and crap like that. I'm not very good and I don't think my favourite tutor's feeling up to helping me out right now.”

“What wrong with them?” Blaine asked curiously.

He's stuck in a hospital bed was what Sam wanted to say but instead he took a deep breath and replied, “He just has a lot going on right now.”

Blaine nodded and looked back at his lap. Sam sighed then cleared his throat, trying to think of something to say to change the topic of conversation. He ran his fingers through his hair again and yawned before sitting back in the chair.

“So are your mom and dad letting you do back to McKinley?” Sam queried.

Blaine shrugged. “I asked them about it. Mom thinks it might be a good thing and Dad think Dalton's safer because that's where I know.”

“What about Cooper?”

“He agrees with Mom but he always will,” Blaine sighed, beginning to sound aggravated. Sam waited for him to say more as he observed his friend frown again and worry his lip between his teeth. “I just wish they'd ask me what I wanted to do. Like, this is my life they're discussing and I know my mind is fifteen but I'm eighteen now, right? I'm technically an adult and I'm capable of making my own decisions. I want them to consult me before coming to an agreement too hastily.”

“I get it, dude,” Sam said quietly, nodding his understanding. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “What do you want to do?”

Blaine hesitated. “Part of me wants to go to Dalton; all the friends I remember clearly are there and I know the school but…” he took a deep breath before continuing, “what if McKinley helps with my memory?” Whenever Blaine looked up and saw Sam's confused expression, he elaborated. “I mean, what if it sparks something. I've gone to school there every day for the past year and a half, right? It's familiar surroundings. What if I get back into my old routine and familiar environment? It might jog my memory and help everything come back to me?”

“It makes sense,” Sam told Blaine when he'd finished explaining. “It makes a lot of sense, to be honest.”

Just then, Sam's phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and saw it was a text from Tina saying she was waiting outside for him. He sent a quick reply saying he'd be out in a minute before pocketing his phone and standing up.

“My lift's here,” Sam explained as Blaine watched him lift his jacket off the back of the chair and throw it on over his shoulders. “I'll see you soon, okay dude?”

“Yeah, I'll text you when I get home tomorrow,” Blaine told him, sitting up more in the bed.

“Sweet,” Sam beamed and held out his fist. Blaine bumped it and then Sam ruffled his friend's crazy curls that were growing bushier and bushier as the days went on. “See you, man.”

“Bye Sam,” Blaine called after him as he exited the room.

Blaine sighed deeply and sank back in the bed. His head was throbbing because the doctors were weaning him off the painkillers and the withdrawal symptoms didn't help things. He closed his eyes, hoping that if the light was closed out then his head might ease. He must have fallen asleep without meaning to because the next thing he knew, Julie was shaking him awake and telling him to eat his dinner.

“Was Sam here today?” Julie asked as she sat in the empty chair. Blaine nodded and swallowed the piece of potato before answering.

“Yeah,” he pondered for a moment before saying what was on his mind. “He didn't look very well.”

Julie smiled sadly. “What do you expect? He has school stress and exams and glee and colleges to apply for and on top of all that, his best friend is in hospital. You can't blame him really.”

Blaine stared down at his plate, playing with the food there. “I feel bad.”

“Why, honey?” Julie asked softly, sitting forward slightly so she could look at Blaine better.

“I feel like it's my fault he's this stressed.”

“Don't be silly, Blaine. Like I said, it's a mixture of things. You being here is just a something on top of it but at least you're well,” she smiled for her son's sake. “You're healthy and you're recovering; Sam's still just working out how to cope with it all.”

Blaine frowned and set his fork down on the tray, throwing himself back on bed and rubbing his eyes hard.

“Blaine?” Julie asked uncertainly, her smile slipping. “What's wrong, sweetheart?”

“Why did this have to happen?” Blaine's voice was quiet but Julie didn't miss the crack of emotion. “Why was I so stupid?”

“You weren't –“

“But I was Mom,” Blaine cut her off, the unmistakeable sound of tears coming through. “Why did I have to be sending that goddamn text? If I'd just waited half an hour or an hour until I got home then none of this would have happened. I should've just been watching where I was going and then things would still be normal.” Blaine stared up at the dull ceiling, hating himself inside and letting tears fall down his cheeks. “I'm so stupid.”

“You're not stupid, Blaine,” Julie said quietly.

Blaine let out a humourless laugh and his tone of voice dripped with sarcasm. “Really? My inner self begs to differ.”

Julie didn't know what to say so instead she merely bit her lip and reached up to take Blaine's hand in both of her own, hoping he'd find comfort in the small gesture.

Meanwhile, Cooper stood outside the room with the door cracked open slightly, listening to every word Blaine said. His head was tilted back against the wall behind him, his mind racing, trying to come up with a way to make Blaine feel better. He thought Sam might have helped recuperate some memories within Blaine but apparently all he was doing was making his brother distressed.

Cooper knew the best thing to do was probably just stop Sam visiting Blaine but he couldn't do that to his little brother. Sam made Blaine feel like he still had some small connection to the life he lived that he could not remember.

Cooper squeezed his eyes shut tight and heaved a deep breath, knowing the one thing that would make Blaine feel better was the one thing his father wouldn't be pleased with. With a grunt of frustration at his father and desperation for himself, Cooper pulled out his phone and scrolled through the contact list to find the name he wanted. When he came to it, he hesitated for a second, his thumb hovering over the contact details. He let out another sigh and shut his eyes as he hit the call button. He pressed the phone to his ear, running his hand through his hair and staring down at his feet as he waited for the person to answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it's me – Cooper. Listen, Kurt… we need to talk.”

***

Sam and Tina entered the Lima Bean, ordering their drinks and then making a beeline to their usual table where the rest of their fellow glee peers sat. They took the only two free seats next to each other and tuned into the end of the conversation about Regionals which was really just Artie and Kitty arguing over who was going to duet with whom.

“What took you guys so long?” Jakes directed the question at Tina and Sam after Artie gave up but continued to stare daggers at Kitty.

“The road from the hospital was closed and we had to take a detour,” Tina sighed, setting her coffee down on the table and unwinding the scarf from around her neck.

Jake nodded his understanding and Brittany asked how Blaine was doing. Everyone turned to look at Sam who was playing with the straw in his pineapple and mango smoothie with a vacant expression on his face.

Brittany nudged his foot with hers from under the table. “Sam?”

His eyes snapped to hers. “Sorry, what?”

“How's Blaine?” Marley repeated tentatively.

Tina averted her eyes and played with the tip of her hair while Sam sighed and replied, “He's doing good. Yeah, he's getting home tomorrow so he's pretty psyched about that.”

“How's Kurt?” Artie asked softly.

Sam met his friend's eye and shrugged. “I honestly don't know. He just keeps himself to himself. He eats dinner and then he hangs out with Finn in his room for a few hours but that's all he does really. Burt wants him to go back to New York but he doesn't want to leave here.”

The group lapsed into silence then until they heard someone clear their throat.

“Um, excuse me?”

The club looked up to see five Warblers standing in front of them, Nick having been the one to speak. Not knowing how close they were to Blaine, Marley, Ryder, Unique, Kitty and Jake were suddenly suspicious. The others, however, could see the pain in their eyes and realised they were just as worried about their old friend as the New Directions were.

“Word got to us about Blaine…” Jeff's voice trailed off and he swallowed hard.

“We were just wondering how he was doing?” Trent continued for him.

Sebastian and David stood slightly behind the other three and their eyes were staring at the ground, Sebastian's grip on his coffee cup tight and David was biting his bottom lip.

“Why would you care?” Kitty sneered, narrowing her eyes at them.

The five of them looked guilty and shrunk back slightly.

“Kitty!” Tina hissed. “That's not –“

“No – she's right,” Nick spoke up, meeting Tina's eye. “We might have been Blaine's haven and confidants whenever he first transferred to Dalton but I guess his loyalties have changed now. I'm sorry…” his eyes flickered to Jeff and Trent who were looking at the floor. “We'll leave. Just… we're thinking about him, okay? We hope to death he's okay.”

“C'mon boys,” Trent mumbled and they all turned to walk away, their eyes avoiding everyone's from New Directions.

“Wait,” Sam stood up and Nick turned around quickly, a hopeful glint in his eye. “You guys were there for Blaine during the hardest part of his life and right now you're the only friends he remembers; I think he could really use your support. Besides, you guys made peace a couple of weeks ago… you're the ones who know him best.”

“You guys would really be okay with us seeing him?” David spoke up, his heart soaring in his chest.

Tina smiled although she looked close to tears. “Of course we would.”

The five boys beamed. “Thank you,” Sebastian said.

“Thank you so much,” Nick grinned and shook Sam's hand before slapping five with Jeff. “Thank you.”

“You guys… you're so nice,” Trent told Sam sincerely, looking extremely choked. “We all love Blaine and just – thank you.”

Sam smiled at them. “It's cool with us but check with his mom. She loves you guys though so it should be cool.”

The boys exchanged glances before David checked his watch and realised their curfew was approaching. They said their farewells and left the coffee shop. Sam sat back down and patted Tina's knee comfortingly as she stared down at her cooling coffee.

“Was that really a good idea?” Joe asked sceptically.

Sam nodded surely. “Blaine loves those guys. They're his best friends.”

Everyone lapsed back into silence again, finishing off their drinks and leaving without even talking about rearranging the Regionals set list. Sam and Tina didn't exchange any chatter on the way to leaving Sam home and only smiled at each other as a goodbye.

Tina sat in the Hudmel driveway a while after Sam had gone inside. She was trying to calm her shaking hands and get her tears in order before pulling away and making her own way home.

***

Kurt's heart pounded and his shoes clicked on the large, paved driveway up to Blaine's house. His mouth was dry despite the mint he'd taken before he got out of his car and his hands were sweating slightly. He took a deep breath as he got to the door and raised his fist to knock. Cooper had said it would either be himself or Julie to answer the door and Kurt just hoped to god he was right. He didn't fancy coming face to face with Michael.

He rapped three times, loud and clear enough for the sound to carry throughout the peaceful neighbourhood. Kurt took a step back and waited for someone to answer the door, playing with a toggle on his jacket while he did so. His attention was taken by the rest of the street. He looked around at the familiar surroundings; the large trees outside every house, the white post boxes and fences, the huge houses and fancy cars. He'd been in awe the first time Blaine brought him home and he was just as much in awe now especially after not having seen it for a few months. Everything looked just as big as they did the first time Kurt saw them.

His attention snapped back to the front door when he heard the key turn in the lock. He plastered a fake smile on his face when the door opened and Cooper was revealed.

“Hi.”

“C'mere, bro,” Cooper spread his arms and pulled Kurt into a bone crushing hug. Kurt let himself relax and rested his cheek on Cooper's shoulder. “I'm really glad you came.”

Kurt pulled away and blinked back his tears; Cooper's hand remained on his shoulder. Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. “So am I.”

“Come on then, squirt. Mom's totally excited to see you, she hasn't stopped asking what time you were coming all morning,” Cooper put his arm round Kurt's shoulders and guided him into the familiar house, closing the door behind them. That piece of information did make Kurt smile slightly as he was led into the kitchen where Julie was humming happily as she prepared lunch. Cooper pushed Kurt forward into the kitchen as he hung back in the doorway.

“Hey, Mrs Anderson.”

Julie turned around and a large beam spread across her face. “Kurt, honey!” she rushed towards him and hugged him tightly. “How are you?” she held onto his hands when she pulled away.

Kurt shrugged. “I'm okay. Sam's been keeping me updated so it's not too bad.”

“Have you decided if you're going back to New York yet?”

“Not yet,” Kurt shook his head and looked down at his feet, letting go of Julie's hands. “It doesn't feel right going back when Blaine's like this.”

Julie smiled understandingly and rubbed his arm. “I know, sweetie. Do you want to see him now or would you like something to calm the nerves first?”

“I think I'm okay,” Kurt swallowed and met her gaze. “I just want to see him.”

“Of course you do, Kurt,” Julie said softly and looked behind him to Cooper. “Cooper, honey, will you take him up?”

“Sure thing,” Cooper smiled and gestured with his head for Kurt to follow him up the stairs.

“Does he know I'm coming?” Kurt asked as they reached the landing.

“He knows someone's coming. I think he got that much from the way Mom and I were talking yesterday. He may have lost his memory but he's not dumb,” Cooper said as they stopped outside his door. Kurt swallowed thickly and glanced at the door. Somehow knowing Blaine was behind it seemed to calm his racing heart just slightly. He looked back to Cooper when he clapped his shoulder. “It'll be fine.”

Kurt merely nodded. Cooper smiled one last time before opening the door. Blaine sat in the middle of the floor, the carpet covered in pictures and boxes in a circle around the curly haired boy in the centre of it all. Blaine's curls were still free and they had grown to about twice the length they were when Kurt last saw him. He didn't look like himself in dark denim jeans and an old Dalton hoodie. He was studying everything around him, staring hard at pictures and feeling gently over different sheets of paper. Blaine's back was to the door and he didn't realise anyone had opened it until Cooper spoke.

“Little brother?”

Blaine jumped and pulled his headphones off quickly, snapping around to look at the door. He stood up even quicker when he noticed Cooper wasn't alone. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to tame it somewhat before smoothing out a non-existent crease in his hoodie.

“This is Kurt –“

“I know,” Blaine cut his brother off, his eyes staring directly into Kurt's. His gaze softened and a smile graced his lips. “Hi.”

Kurt smiled back and dipped his head. “It's good to see you home.”

“It's good to be home,” Blaine replied, his smiled growing slightly.

“I'll just leave you two alone,” Cooper said and gave Kurt an encouraging smile before leaving to go back downstairs again.

Kurt and Blaine stood together for a moment in an awkward silence. Blaine played with the cuff of his jumper and Kurt bit his lip as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. Blaine looked around, desperately trying to think of something to say to kill the awkwardness in the room. Kurt opened his mouth to say something several times but thought better of it and closed it again.

“I'm sorry about how I acted in the hospital when you came to see me,” Blaine finally spoke. Kurt looked up at him to see the boy staring down at his socked feet.

“It's fine,” Kurt told him. “It should probably be me apologising to you.”

Blaine's head snapped up and met Kurt's eye. “It really shouldn't. I acted out of line.”

“You were just out of a coma, Blaine and you had no idea who I was,” Kurt said softly, tilting his head to the side and smiling tentatively. “It's to be expected.”

“It was still irrational,” Blaine argued.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “If you say so.”

Blaine chuckled quietly and looked around him again. “You can come and sit if you want?”

“Thanks for finally asking,” Kurt sassed and entered the room, closing the door behind him. Blaine smiled, appreciating Kurt's sense of humour. “What are you doing?”

Blaine shrugged and looked at the floor. “Just trying to resurrect some memories. Some of the guys from Dalton came to visit me at the hospital last night… it was good to finally see them.”

Kurt nodded, looking at all the pictures and walking over to Blaine's side. Sam had told him about talking to the Warblers at the Lima Bean yesterday. He'd agreed with what Sam had thought and was glad Blaine got to talk to people he knew already.

“Throw your jacket on the bed if you want,” Blaine offered, looking up at Kurt and giving him a small smile before looking back down at his work. Kurt simply smiled back before slipping the jacket off his shoulders and folding it over the end of the bed. “Do you think could help me with who all these people are?” Blaine gestured to all the pictures with a slightly lost expression coming over his features.

Kurt nodded with a smile. “Of course. What do you need help with?”

Blaine looked kind of overwhelmed as he said, “Everything.”

He sunk back onto the ground, Kurt following slowly after him. Blaine started talking a hundred miles a minute as he gestured wildly at all the photographs littering the floor. Of course Kurt recognised everyone in them but Blaine was going on about how he'd managed to sort them into time periods judging by his hair and everyone else's clothing style around him. Then he started chattering about how confused he'd got when suddenly everyone he recognised were completely out of photos and even Sam wasn't in them and there was a lot with Kurt but two other people who propped up a lot but he'd never met them before in his life. It was whenever Blaine started talking in large chunks without taking any breath that Kurt decided it was time to calm him down.

“And then I came across this box and it had all these people and I got scared and –“

“Okay, Blaine,” Kurt said over the top of his ramblings and held up his hands to stop him. “Calm down, yeah? You asked me to help and that's what I'm here for.”

Blaine took a deep breath and ducked his head bashfully, staring down at a photo of him and Kurt. They were dressed up in tuxes and Kurt had a crown on his head and held a baton in his hand while Blaine stood beside him with his arm wrapped round his waist. He picked it up and studied it before looking back to Kurt.

Kurt took it from him gently.

“We'll start with this one then?” Kurt asked tentatively. Blaine nodded mutely before Kurt continued. “This was my junior prom.”

Blaine inhaled sharply. “I went to prom?”

“You went to my prom,” Kurt corrected. “We went to stand up to the bullies.”

Blaine's eyebrows rose and his eyes widened. His tone of voice was questioning. “Really?”

Kurt nodded. “You were so brave.”

Blaine scoffed. “I doubt that.”

Kurt bit his lip. The Blaine he knew was so much more confident and self-assured with high self-esteem. But then this wasn't the Blaine he knew. This Blaine was still a scared fifteen year old trying to figure out who he was.

“You really were,” Kurt assured him softly. Blaine met his eye and Kurt held the gaze for a moment or two, gazing into the soft honey colour. He fought the urge to reach over and give his hand a squeeze. Instead, he cleared his throat and picked up a picture from Regionals in 2011. It was a group photograph of all the Warblers smiling with their arms around each other's shoulders. Kurt and Blaine were in the middle, pressed close together with Blaine's head resting on Kurt's and their grins threatening to split their faces. “This was our first Regionals together.”

Blaine took it from Kurt. His eyes took in all of their friends and lingered on him and Kurt. A ghost of a smile passed his lips before he looked back up at Kurt. Kurt could see Blaine was having an internal battle with himself and he averted his eyes, looking for another picture whilst Blaine worked up the courage to say whatever he wanted to say.

“Were we… together w-when this was taken?”

Kurt nodded and smiled. “Three days after we made it official actually.”

Blaine didn't say anything but looked down at the photograph for a moment more before setting it aside and looking at the one Kurt now held in his hand. They spent the rest of the afternoon locked in Blaine's room going through photographs with Kurt explaining when and where each one was taken. They found themselves exchanging jokes and smiles and making each other laugh. Several times Kurt had to restrain himself from reaching over to hold Blaines hand or give him a peck on the lips or run his hands through the loose curls that he loved so much.

They only stopped once whenever Julie called up to them that lunch was ready and it only took them half an hour to eat before they'd gone back upstairs again and continued to sort through the mountains of pictures. Some photographs dated back as far as Blaines first year Dalton and he was able to tell Kurt where they were taken and the whole story behind it. Kurt already knew all of the stories, of course, but they were worth listening to again to see the light in Blaines eyes shine and the wide smile cross his face.

Some photos were harder to explain, for example, the one of Kurt sitting on Blaines lap as they made out at one of the many parties Santana had held whenever they'd all had too much to drink and weren't thinking straight. Kurt didn't even know why Blaine had kept those pictures but then it was Blaine; he took his camera everywhere and got every picture taken printed no matter how useless they were.

At four o'clock, they'd finally finished looking through the photographs and they sat side by side, their backs resting against Blaines bed as they sipped glasses of lemonade and exchanged small talk. Blaine didn't know why talking and laughing with Kurt felt so… right. It was as if something just clicked and he knew what to say or how to act. It was almost like the missing piece of a puzzle being slotted in and making the jigsaw whole. It both thrilled him and scared him but he decided to enjoy the happiness and feeling of completion while it lasted.

They'd run out of things to say and they were simply sitting in silence, enjoying each other's company whenever Blaine happened to lift the last picture they looked at. Underneath it was another picture; it was of Kurt sleeping on a naked chest, his hand spread across where the heart would be. His hair was mussed and the morning sun seemed to make his bare skin glow and shine; in the top left hand corner of the picture there was a chin with a lining of stubble on it and Blaine could see an arm wrapped around Kurts naked waist. There was a blanket that covered the two boys from the waist down and it was crumpled, as if it had been slept under all night.

Blaine frowned, knowing exactly who the chin, arm and chest belonged to. He felt the need to ask nonetheless. He took a deep breath.

“Kurt?”

“Mhmm?”

Blaine silently handed him the picture. Kurt took it from his and stared at it for a long while, his eyes softening and his mouth falling open slightly. He looked up at Blaine and tilted his head to the side.

“You really don't remember me?”

Blaine bit his lip and shook his head.

There was a light in Kurts eyes that instantly went out. “You definitely want to know what this is?”

“Definitely,” Blaine replied, his voice sounding a lot surer than he felt.

Kurt sighed. “This was the morning after our first time.”

Blaines eyes widened. “What?!” he spluttered.

Kurt smiled and held back a laugh. “This was the morning after our first time.”

“Y-you mean I've… I've had s-sex before?”

“Oh yes,” Kurt told him.

“Oh yes?” Blaine repeated as a question.

Kurt smiled and patted his shoulder. “You've had sex quite a few times, Blaine.”

Blaine looked back down at the photograph and stared at it for a minute. He couldn't help the smile tugging on the corner of his lips. “You look gorgeous in this.”

Kurt was almost certain his heart broke all over again knowing that he wasn't allowed to pull this amazing boy into a hug and kiss him senseless. “You said that when you first showed me it,” Blaine looked up at him but Kurt kept his eyes focused on the picture. “You even had it on your bedside table for a while but then your mom asked you to change it to a more appropriate one because she didn't like looking at her naked son and his naked boyfriend whenever she came in to wake you up in the mornings.”

Blaine chuckled. “That sounds like Mom.”

Kurt nodded with a laugh. “Yeah… I hated the picture but you insisted on keeping it. You said all it needed was a halo and then I could've been an angel.” Kurt smiled fondly at the memory, recalling how Blaine had shown him exactly where the halo would hover and explained how bright it would shine. Kurt looked up at the Blaine beside him and met his gaze. “Of course I told you that you were ridiculous and you'd make us late for glee rehearsal if you kept us there any longer.”

There was a moment of silence between the two as Blaine gently set the photograph down again, his eyes never leaving Kurts. Kurt really did have magnificent eyes; they were a beautiful swirl of blue, green, grey… he'd even noticed them look golden at certain points during the day. He looked over Kurt's nose and saw faint freckles there along with a small scar just above his lip. Then Blaines gaze lingered on Kurts lips before it travelled back up to the boy's eyes.

“I'm so sorry Kurt,” Blaines voice was little more than a whisper. “I'm trying so hard to remember you and Tina and everyone at McKinley. I want to be able to remember it all and just be normal again, I just…” Blaine squeezed his eyes shut. “I don't know how.”

Kurt took a chance and reached over to place his hand on Blaines knee. “It's not your fault, honey.”

Blaines eyes fluttered open at the contact. His gaze focused on Kurt's hand over his knee and he couldn't help his heartbeat speeding up. It almost scared him how close he felt to this boy who he barely knew.

Kurt sighed deeply and dropped his hand. He looked away, checking the time on the clock on Blaine wall. He rubbed his eyes and stood up. “I should probably be going.”

Blaine nodded and stood up as well. He reached onto his bed and handed Kurt his jacket that he'd set there earlier. After walking Kurt into the kitchen to say goodbye to Julie and Cooper, Blaine saw him to the door. Kurt flashed him a smile before opening the door and stepping outside.

“Thank you for everything today, Kurt,” Blaine said.

“It was my pleasure,” Kurt told him with a smile.

“You'll come back, right?”

Kurt nodded. “If you want me to then of course I will. You have my number now so just call me if you're lonely or want to talk or just hang out. I'll be here.”

Blaine smiled at him. “I just… thank you.”

“Anytime,” Kurt replied. “I'll see you later in the week?”

“Sure,” Blaine nodded. “See you later.”

Kurt left him with a lingering smile before turning around and walking back towards his car, getting in and giving Blaine one last final wave before pulling away from the curb and leaving the neighbourhood. Blaine watched him go, a smile still sitting on his lips before closing the door.

“You okay, Blainers?” Cooper asked as he came down the stairs.

Blaine looked up at him, his smile still plastered across his face. “I'm perfect.”