“Oh my gosh! It’s snowing! I can’t believe it’s snowing, Blaine!”  Kurt loved the snow, he missed it almost every day since he left Ohio to come to New York.  “It always looks gross up here when snow is on the ground, but tonight, it looks magical!”  With that, he ran out into the deserted street in front of the movie theater and began twirling.

“This is why I married you. You are so adorable like this!” Blaine ran out to Kurt and picked him up, twirling him before craning his neck to give Kurt a chaste kiss on his lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too Blaine.” Kurt grinned from ear to ear. “But seriously put me down. My excitement prevented me from realizing just how freezing it us out here. I’ll race you to the car!”

**

“I can’t feel my hands, oh my gosh, I can’t feel my hands.” Kurt was telling himself while rubbing his hands together quickly. He presented his hands to Blaine when he had finished sweeping the snow off the front windshield and got in the car.  Taking them gingerly in his hands, Blaine connected his eyes with Kurt and blew his hot breath on his hands and kissed them repeatedly.

“You always know what to do to warm me up. I am so in love with you.”

“You too, but honestly we need to move! I can’t wait to get home and warm back up in the comfort of our bed!”

With that, Blaine pulled the car out of the space and drove away.  The snow had begun to accumulate throughout the time while they were in the movie theater and rose about 2 inches off the ground.  The snow compacted under the wheels as the car slowly made its way down the street.  Pulling up to a STOP sign, Kurt leaned over to place a kiss on Blaine’s neck.  Blaine groaned at this.

“Babe, you really can’t do that when the weather is like this. I honestly can never think when you do that to me!”

“But I just always wanted to try something with you and I figured now would be super romantic. Pwease?” Kurt gave Blaine his best puppy dog face to mimic what Blaine pulled off so effortlessly.

“Fine. What did you have in mind?” Blaine huffed in a joked annoyance.

“Well…” Kurt unbuckled his seatbelt, “We always said we wanted to have sex in a car…” He began to lean over and placed his hand on Blaine’s thigh. “I thought now would be a great time to try that…”

Before Blaine could respond, they both heard snow crunching behind them and saw headlights blind the rearview window.

Then darkness.

**

Blaine woke up to a slow beeping.  The light burned his eyes when he tried to open them and things in his vision seemed a little blurry.  He let out a small sound in hopes that someone would hear him and tell him where he was.  Where was Kurt? Was Kurt alright?

“Mr. Hummel-Anderson?”

Blaine made a sound to acknowledge he had heard his name.

“Mr. Hummel-Anderson, my name is Becky, I’m a nurse. You’re at the Greenwich Hospital, you and your husband were in a car accident.”

Blaine’s mind started racing. Where’s Kurt? Oh, God, is he alright? Why can’t he see him?  Everything was coming into focus in the room.  It was a very white room, with a curtain sectioning off his bed from the next.  Was Kurt right there next to him?

“Where’s Kurt?” He managed to make out.

“We can talk about that when you fully wake up.  I’ve just gave you some more pain killers, so you’ll be sleepy in just a minute.   You really are lucky, Mr. Hummel-Anderson.”  What did that mean? Why wouldn’t she tell him about Kurt?  All of these questions were making his head hurt. But then the pain started to go away and he couldn’t remember Becky’s face anymore. The last thing on his mind before he fell back asleep was his Kurt.

**

Blaine woke up and the room was mostly dark.  The few monitors were giving off light, which made the task of opening his eyes much easier than it had been before.  Blaine went to sit up and felt a constriction that stopped him from lifting his head.  He felt at his neck and realized he had a neck brace on.  His chest was a little sore when he breathed in deeply, but nothing too bad.  One of the passing nurses saw Blaine trying to move and hurried off to go get his attending nurse. Becky came into his room shortly after.

“Mr. Hummel-Anderson! You’re awake! You slept for quite a while.”

“What time is it?” Blaine asked.

“It’s about 7am on Saturday.”  So he had been asleep for a day and a half. He couldn’t believe that.

“Where’s Kurt? He must be worried. I’m sorry I slept so long. Can I see him please? I don’t hurt that bad, I can get up. Just help me a little bit. Oh no, I bet my hair looks terrible. Kurt’s going to make fun of me so bad when he sees it-“

“Mr. Hummel-Anderson?”

“Right, sorry, sometimes I ramble when I’m nervous. Can I please see my husband?”

“Mr. Hummel-Anders-“

“My name is Blaine.”

“Blaine… Your husband is still asleep.” That was odd, how could he have slept longer than Blaine? “When the accident happened, he wasn’t wearing a seat belt” Oh God “And he went through the windshield when you hit the telephone pull on the opposite side of the street after the truck hit you.”

Blaine let out a choked sob. “Where is he? Oh, God, where’s my Kurt? Please tell me he’s ok. If he’s not ok, I don’t know what I’ll do. Please! Please…”

“He is stabilized, but there is a lot of swelling in his brain and in order to prevent further damage from stress, we are keeping him asleep until the swelling goes down.”

“Please, can I see him?”

“Right this way.”  Becky then helped Blaine stand up off of his bed and led him out into the hall and down through a set of double doors.  They walked into a room with many more doctors and nurses and Blaine was led up to a curtain.  When the curtain opened, Blaine let the unshed tears fall.

Kurt looked so helpless, lying on the bed.  His heart monitor was beeping slowly.  The cuts on his face took away from his beautiful porcelain skin, but he still looked utterly beautiful.  A bandage was wrapped around his forehead and he had a sling on his left arm. Blaine slowly walked over to Kurt’s right side and pulled up one of the chairs that were near the bed.

“My baby…” Blaine whispered, ghosting his fingers over Kurt’s arm and face.  He bent over and placed a chaste kiss on his lips and slowly sat down in the chair, grasping tight to Kurt’s hand.

“I’ll leave you alone for a little while, Blaine.”

Blaine silently cried for a long time, he was sure how long, until he fell asleep, whispering quietly “Please wake up, Kurt. Please be ok.”

**

Blaine was running late for Warbler practice.  He knew he was in huge trouble.  He had the solo in their big number they were performing in the senior commons today, so if he wasn’t there, they couldn’t perform.  He ran down the spiral staircase quickly, but felt a light touch on his shoulder.

“Um, excuse me” Blaine turned around see who was talking to him and couldn’t believe his eyes.  The most gorgeous boy in the world stood in front of him, looking at him with questioning eyes. This is one of those moments I’ll never forget. 

“Can I ask you a question? I-I’m new here.” The boy smiled and Blaine melted.  He’d better talk soon though or the boy would think he was weird or something.

“My name’s Blaine.” He extended his hand to shake the boys.

“Kurt….” They looked at each other for a moment and Blaine felt his heart in his throat. “So what exactly is going on?”

**

Blaine grabs Kurt’s hand and feels a spark. “Kurt… There’s a moment when you say to yourself— pff-Oh there you are… I’ve been looking for you forever…” Blaine searched Kurt’s eyes to gauge his reaction.  He had never been so nervous in his whole life. “Watching you do Blackbird the other day… That was a moment for me… about you.” Oh God, he knows where I’m going with this. Just look at how he’s looking at me. Oh God, his eyes. “You move me, Kurt. And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you.”

Blaine leaned over and pressed his lips to Kurt.  He saw fireworks. This is definitely one of those moments for both of them.  Kurt’s warm lips were so delicious that Blaine pushed harder against them to try and taste all of them. With a sharp intake of breath, he pulled himself away.

“We uh… We should practice…”

“I thought we were…” Blaine jumped back out of his seat to kiss Kurt hungrily again. This time, he wasn’t wasting any chances and opened his mouth slightly to tease his tongue against Kurt’s bottom lip.  Kurt let out a small whimper, which Blaine would find out is a huge tell for Kurt when he’s turned on, and opened his mouth to allow entrance for Blaine’s tongue.  I could kiss him forever.

He did.

**

“I promise to love you forever. I promise to protect you from anyone that would ever try to hurt you. I’ve been in love with you since I saw you and you practically eye sexed me while I sang, sorry Burt, it’s true. I promise to serenade you when you’re sad, to serenade you when you’re happy. I promise to fuel your love for Alexander McQueen by showering you with gifts. I never thought I’d get married in a store, but I know how much you love him, so why not put two of your loves in the same room, right? I promise to be in the front row of every Broadway musical, fashion show or whatever path you take. I will be there for you. I love you, Kurt. I’m so happy to call you mine forever.”

“Wow… you really set the bar high there.” Kurt giggled. “I, uh, wrote a poem for my vow… So… here goes.” He cleared his throat.

“Blaine Warbler Anderson, I have never loved another.

Except for that time when I was in love with my step brother.

 I admire you almost as much as I admire the late Alexander Mc Queen.

You squint when you sing.

How I’ve missed our impromptu performances in the Dalton Academy Halls.

The rooms, the bleachers, where the hell were all the teachers?

We’ve seen everything eye to eye, all the pain, and all the hurt. At least we did until my last growth spurt.

We’ve shared so many intimate moments, memories that shine in glitter.

Just being around you makes me jitter.

Since we’ve met it’s been an absolute dream.

For your Emmy consideration, 2016.

But through all the glory, the scary and the hype, I swear to God, I’m gonna punch the next person who calls me a stereotype.

I’m so thankful to have found a partner as talented as me, and forever we shall be, unless you ever give up your bow tie hype.

So Blaine. Until that happens, I thought now would be the perfect time to love you forever and marry you.”

Blaine chuckled and couldn’t concentrate on the rest of their hushed ceremony.  Only Burt, Carol, Finn, Rachel, Wesley, David, Jeff and Nick came to the ceremony.  It was a bit of a drive for them all, living in Ohio and all, but when Blaine suggested the Alexander McQueen store, who were any of them to ruin his perfect plan.  They had just moved to New York City and were going to be attending NYADA together, now as husband and husband.  Blaine had never been so happy.  He did concentrate though, when Burt (their recently ordained minister in the state of New York) told him to kiss the groom.   Happily, Blaine leaned over and placed the sweetest kiss he could muster on Kurt’s mouth.  His life was perfect.

**

Blaine woke up to a bright room, when he felt a light tap on his shoulder.  A short brunette girl was standing behind him. “Where’s Becky?”

“She had to go home, her shift was over. My name is Sara. You must be Blaine?”  He nodded, rubbing his eyes. “I just wanted to take your neck brace off and let you know that Kurt should be waking up soon.  The medication should be wearing off in a couple hours and I there were some of your friends out in the lobby.”

Blaine nodded and stood.  He looked down at Kurt, he really didn’t want to leave him, but he should go check who was out there.  He pressed a light kiss on Kurt’s forehead and left the room.  Out in the waiting room stood some of the friends they had met over time at NYADA and Columbia.  “Hey Erin. Hey Sam.” Blaine said weakly.  Erin rushed over to grab Blaine into a hug. When we got the call from Burt that you were hurt, we had to come see you. How’s Kurt doing? Burt told us he was on his way out here; he should be here in a couple hours. I’m so sorry.”  Blaine smiled a little at Erin.  The tall red head babbled just like he did when she was nervous.

“He should be waking up soon.  Thanks for bringing me some clothes, man.” Sam held out a bag for him. “I’m glad I gave you a spare key.  I can’t have Kurt waking up to a husband in a robe. I’m going to go back to him if that’s all right. Thanks for coming out.”

They both understood and Erin gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before he turned and left.  Blaine went to the bathroom and changed into some loose jeans and a light green v-neck.  The v-neck was pretty much all that he had now because Kurt loved the way they looked on him so much.  He went back to Kurt’s bed to find Sara waiting for him.

“He’s been stirring.”  Blaine excitedly went to stand next to him, but Sara stopped him.  “Stay back a little, it’s going to be confusing for him at first, we don’t want to overwhelm him.”

“Ok.” Blaine waited.  After about ten minutes, Kurt began to stir more frequently and his eyes began to shutter.

“Kurt?” Sara said quietly. “Kurt, it’s ok, you’re at the hospital.”

Kurt’s eyes slowly opened and he seemed confused and disoriented. “Hello” he croaked “Ow, my head hurts a little bit.”

“That’s normal Kurt.”

“What happened?”

“You were in a car accident.”

“Oh…” Kurt turned to look at Blaine for the first time and Blaine’s heart stopped. He was looking at him differently than normal. “Did anyone else get hurt doctor?”

Blaine’s heart stopped. What? Doctor? “Kurt….. You.. You know who I am, right?”

“Uh… my doctor?”

Blaine’s eyes filled with tears. How can this be happening?  He slowly made his way to where his chair had been sitting.  He slowly lowered himself into it and looked at Kurt again, who was watching him with questioning eyes. “Kurt, no. I’m not your doctor… I’m your… I’m your husband.”

Kurt looked at Blaine like he had gone crazy. What was going on? Kurt didn’t have a husband. He wasn’t old enough to have a husband. Where was his dad?

“I don’t think you have that correct.” He hurt on the inside to see the boy who apparently claimed to be his husband shut his eyes and have tears stream out of them.  He looked down to fiddle with his fingers, as the air in the room had slightly turned awkward.  What he didn’t expect to see was a ring on his left ring finger.  It was a simple white gold band with diamonds running down the middle of it. Was he serious? He was married? To that guy? Kurt wasn’t exactly upset because the guy was hot, but he didn’t know who the hell he was. “I’m sorry…?”

“Blaine.” He answered before standing up quickly and leaving the room.  Sara followed him out quickly.

“Blaine, I’m sorr-“

“No! Why doesn’t he remember me?” Blaine let out his first sob. “Why? You said he was ok!”

“We said that he had a head injury.  Brain damage is hard to predict. I’m sorry, his memory may come back over time.”

Blaine pushed past Sara and ran into the waiting room.  He stood back against the wall and balled his hands into fists. He doesn’t remember him. What will he do if he never remember him ever? He can make him remember. He can. Blaine slid down the wall and cried into his lap. He can.