Blaine felt a light poking on his shoulder that stirred him from his restless sleep.  He had fallen asleep around 2am on a couch in the waiting room. He jolted awake to see where the poke had come from. He turned and opened his eyes and saw Kurt, beautiful Kurt standing behind the couch in a bed robe, looking at him.

“Hi.” He smiled, rubbing his eyes, trying to wake himself up more. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m good…. Hungry, actually.  I know this gown is horrible looking and I don’t really want to grace anyone with my presence in it, but it’s a hospital. Soooo yeah.”

Blaine chuckled, still the same Kurt, so he hadn’t completely forgotten to be himself.

“Let’s get you some food!”

**

Sitting down at a table in the hospital cafeteria, Kurt chewed on a salad and stared at Blaine for a moment.  He seemed pretty uncomfortable with the situation.  Blaine noted that he almost seemed scared of him, if he were to remember back to the way Kurt used to be when he first met him. That scared him a little.  He decided to not think about it and tried to act normal, eating the pizza in front of him, although, truth be told, he really wasn’t hungry.

“So you’re my husband?”

“Ha, yeah. We’ve been married for about a year now.  We decided to get married before moving here to the city and go to school.  You’re finishing up your first year at NYADA for musical theater and God, are you good. It’s awesome.”

“What’s NYADA?” Kurt questioned.  Blaine blanched at him.  Kurt didn’t know about NYADA? That was all he ever talked about when they dated.  He must not remember much. Shit… Shitshitshit.

“Oh… ummm NYADA is one of the best musical theater programs in the US, it’s here in New York City.  We were all so proud when you got in.”

“What happened to Julliard?”

“Uhhh I think you found out they didn’t have a musical theater program and so Mrs Schues- Miss Pillsbury told you and Rach about here.”

“Did Rachel get in? Yeah, she’s here in New York with Finn. I’m assuming you don’t know that they got married, but they did.  We see them quite a lot.”

“God, there’s so much. It’s overwhelming.  The last thing I remember… I guess my situation is better than it used to be.  I remember not liking school.  I had a bad bully nam-“

“Karofsky, I know.  You guys are actually ok now, he lives with his boyfriend in Iowa where they go to school.”

“What the fuck? Boyfriend? He’s gay? He hated me because I was gay, I don’t.. Wha?” Kurt’s eyes began to fill with tears and he hung his head down.  Blaine noticed his hands were lying on the table and reached across to put his right hand on Kurt’s good hand, like he always did, and began to thumb over it, trying to soothe Kurt.  Kurt flinched his hand away violently and looked at him, scared.  It was Blaine’s turn for his eyes to fill with tears.  They had come so far, he hadn’t flinched away from anyone in years.  All of the progress they had made… All of the growth and trust they had built together… It was all gone.

“I’m sorry, you just… I don’t really like being touched… Maybe I should go…”

“No! I’m sorry, I guess I didn’t really think about it. I’m sorry, please don’t leave.”

Kurt stood up from his seat anyways and began to walk back towards the ward where he was sleeping.  Blaine jumped up and ran after him.  When he caught up, he saw that Kurt had let the tears begin to fall.  He felt terrible, he hated when Kurt cried.

“Please, forgive me. I’m sorry, Kurt.”  Blaine was searching Kurt’s eyes, which were purposefully avoiding his gaze.

“I don’t even know you. How am I supposed to trust things you say? Like that stuff about Karofsky? How do I know you’re not just another one of them? I’m not stupid you know.”

“God, Kurt, I know.  I would never lie to you, I love you. I would never-“

“How do I know you actually love me?  I don’t even remember meeting you? Do you have any evidence or anything? Did I keep like, a journal, or something like that?”

“No… not that I know of.” Blaine felt so defeated.  Where was Burt? He could fix this whole situation.

“Well, I’m gonna need something more than “your word”.”  With that, Kurt flipped his hair and walked away, the same way he used to when defenses were up.  He used to act over the top to show he was strong, but he was really breaking down inside.  Blaine knew.  He didn’t want Kurt hurting anymore.  He went home to try and solve this “evidence” problem and hopefully by the time he got back, Burt and Carol and Finn would be there to help him out.

**

“Dad, I’m so glad you’re here! I was so scared without you…Why are Finn and Finn’s mom here?”  Kurt looked genuinely curious about the whole situation and Burt just sort of looked at him for a minute, before looking at Becky, who was back for her shift.

“How long do you think until his memory comes back? I bet Blaine is just devastated about this.  I’m glad he’s ok.  I don’t know what I would have done if one of my boys was hurt.”  Kurt’s face scrunched up at this statement.  Apparently Blaine was known by his family; he had to believe that he was telling the truth.

“Dad, why is Finn here?” Kurt was getting frustrated and bitchy from not being answered.  Being constantly confused over the last day was really beginning to take a toll on him.

“Oh, Kurt, uhhh Carol and I… well… we’re married.” Kurt just looked at Burt.  He always wanted him to find someone, he wanted him to be happy, he just didn’t realize it would be with an old crush’s mom.

“You actually introduced us, sweetie.” Carol spoke up with a smile. “You’ve meant so much to me, helped me get out of my denim funk, I’m so glad you’re ok.”

Kurt couldn’t help but give a small smile.  He was glad Carol was nice.

“Dad, when do we get to leave? I want to get out of this horrible hospital, it’s doing nothing for my complexion.”

“Becky is getting the paperwork together now.”  With that noted, Becky came back into the room and let them know everything was squared away and that he could leave.

“Am I coming back to Ohio with you?” Before Burt got the chance to answer, Blaine came rushing through the room.

“Proof! I’ve got—OH! Burt! Thank God!” Blaine ran into a big bear hug with Burt, who returned it enthusiastically.

“We were all so worried. I’m glad you’re both ok. We love you, both” Through this mini-reunion, neither saw Kurt getting increasingly frustrated.  It was like his father had found a better son to spend time with.

“Uhh, if you wouldn’t mind? I’d like to get out of here?” The two men released their hug.

“Kurt, I love you.  But don’t you want to go home with Blaine?  The nurse said you needed to get back to your normal routine in order to possibly jog your memory.”  Blaine was standing behind Burt, watching him and nodding.  There was a hopeful look on his face.  Kurt looked at Blaine and did a once over.  He was very attractive, so he was lucky there.  He just didn’t know how to trust another guy like he had apparently been doing for the last few years.  Then he remembered what Blaine had been saying before he saw Burt.

“You said you had proof, Blaine? Can I see?”

“Well, uhh, it’s more of a ‘can I hear’.  It’s a voicemail.  From when you were working late on set.”  He looked down to his phone and pressed a couple buttons.  Kurt was surprised when he heard his voice, happier than he had sounded in years, to the best of his knowledge.

“Heyyyyy baby. I miss you. I’m sorry I’m practicing late.  Rachel is throwing one of her tantrums again.  She’s so lucky she’s my best hag.  I know you got home from school a while ago, I’m assuming you’re in the shower.  I wish you would have waited for me, I need some quality Blaine time, if you know what I mean. Please feel free to imagine me doing your wiggly eyebrows. So sexy.  – Blaine and Kurt looked at each other and blushed, before looking at Burt--  But I’ll be home soon, I can’t wait to see you.  I love you.”

Blaine hung up the phone and looked at Kurt nervously.  He looked so tired, like he hadn’t slept in days.  Kurt hated to think that it was because of him, but he could only assume it was, as he really knew nothing else about the boy.  He guessed it wouldn’t hurt to try things out for a couple days and see how they go.

“Ok, let’s go home, I guess. Where do we live anyways?”

**

Blaine opened the door to the little apartment they had in the East Village.  It was quaint, but clearly had the workings of a one Kurt Hummel in the layout.  Blaine remembered when they first found the apartment and Kurt raved about how he could go ‘bohemian chic’ with it.  He spent days pouring over the internet to find shops in the area that would fit his motif.  Blaine loved seeing Kurt so excited for it.  Now, walking into the apartment, it was like he got to see it all over again.

“Oh, ‘bohemian chic’! Très magnifique! Did you do this, Blaine?”

“Uhh, no, that was definitely all you.  I don’t have your artistic eye.”

“Oh, well go me, then!” He looked around for a moment before turning back to Blaine.  “So where’s my bedroom?”

“Our bedroom is right through here.”  Blaine placed his hand on Kurt’s lower back to push him towards the room, without even thinking, until he felt Kurt tense up. He instantly regretted being careless.  Obviously the bullied side of Kurt was still fresh in his mind and he didn’t like to be touched.  He had crossed a boundary touching him there. “I’m sor-“

“Why do you want to touch me all the time?” Kurt asked, clearly exasperated by the situation.  Blaine wanted to be upset, but he couldn’t help but smirk, which he unsuccessfully tried to hide. “Why are you smiling?”

“Nothing, it’s just this was a conversation we had when we were at Dalton together.” He understood the confused look and continued. “You met me when you came to spy on our Glee club and ended up transferring there later that year after—well just after you had had enough of the bullying.  It was an all boys school, zero-bullying policy.  It was awesome there.  That’s where we started dating.  You didn’t understand why I wouldn’t stop touching you after a while and kind of confronted me about it.  You still like to make fun of me.” Blaine smiled to himself, thinking about the dynamic that he and Kurt had developed throughout their relationship.

“Oh… well that’s good that I didn’t stay at McKinley, I guess.”

“Well we both transferred back there together our senior year. You first and then I was miserable, so I transferred actually. But those are specifics… I could still show you our room.”  Blaine looked questioningly at Kurt before heading down the hallway and opening the door at the end.  He followed cautiously behind Blaine, making sure to not stand too close for fear that he would grab at him again.

Kurt looked inside and it was simple enough.  A light terra cotta coloring to go with the rest of the house.  A canopy bed in the middle of the room with red sheets.  Mirrors and pictures everywhere and a little vanity that he assumed was his, as it had his skin care regimen that he had always used placed neatly among other bits and pieces of jewelry.

“Well this is pretty… Where are you going to sleep?” Kurt asked, turning to look at Blaine.

“I uhh… I guess the couch?”

“Great! See you in the morning? I’m tired and have to probably do a lot of repair for the couple days I didn’t get to clean my face.”

“Oh, ok.  Well I guess goodnight then?”

“Yep, goodnight!” Blaine leaned in slightly, about to try and peck Kurt on the lips, out of habit, but caught himself before it became too obvious and left the room.  Kurt had definitely noticed the lean and his heart was racing as he stood there watching Blaine leave the room. Hmm, that’s new… I feel like that was more intense than the feeling I had with Finn… Maybe there’s hope for you, Mr… Blaine.  Kurt turned to the vanity and began to work.

Outside, Blaine undressed and curled up on the couch.  Today was exhausting and he needed to catch up on the sleep he so desperately needed.  He fell asleep quickly with thoughts of Kurt on his mind.  I will make him fall back in love with me.  Starting tomorrow.