Blaine woke up the next morning, groggy from the uncomfortable sleep he had all night.  The couch was definitely not the place to be.  Rubbing his eyes, he stood up and headed towards his room to use the bathroom.  He opened his door and walked in, jumping slightly when he heard a gasp.

“Oh my god!” Blaine turned to see Kurt, standing by his dresser, covering up his lower half with a pair of his skinny jeans and openly gawking at Blaine.  His eyes were trained below his waist, so Blaine looked down to follow his gaze.  He was naked.  He quickly cupped his hands in front of himself to try to cover up what he could, with the most embarrassed look on his face.  Kurt tried to keep himself from laughing, but had to raise his hand to stifle his giggling.

“It’s … uhh, not like you haven’t seen it before?” Blaine stated in more of a questioning tone than he had wanted to.  Kurt burst out laughing at this, as did Blaine, the embarrassment washing from him.  “I’ll just be in the bathroom, if you need me. Ok?”

“I think I can handle not getting lost while you’re in the shower.”

“Right, sorry, of course.” And with that, Blaine left went into the bathroom and shut the door.  Kurt watched the door for a little bit after Blaine had disappeared, his mind mulling over what he had just seen.  From what he could remember, this was the first time that he had seen any penis besides his own and he felt flustered that it had been Blaine’s.   He couldn’t deny that he liked what he saw because who would he be kidding if he said Blaine wasn’t attractive, but his mind was short circuiting in a way that it never had before.  He could tell that he was half hard behind the jeans, but decided to ignore it and got dressed as quickly as possible.

**

Blaine walked out into the kitchen to the smell of eggs and coffee, which he very much enjoyed.  He saw Kurt standing in front of the stove, cooking eggs and sipping his coffee from a mug.  Blaine liked seeing Kurt like this; it reminded him that the Kurt he knew and loved was somewhere inside him still, just trying to find its way back out.

“Soooo I’m sorry about this morning,” Blaine started, pouring himself a cup. “And for last night too, for all that matter.  I forgot how little you used to like to be touched.  You’re quite different these days.”  Kurt stiffened a little at the comment, as he felt slightly uncomfortable with the thought, but pushed it from his mind and turned to face Blaine, who had perched on a stool under the island.

“It’s ok.  I just don’t really know you that well yet, and I’d feel better if we took it slowly, I guess?” Blaine nodded, understanding, albeit with a saddened look on his face, but nodded nonetheless. “I don’t know how…. domesticated you have me…” Blaine chuckled, “But I thought it wouldn’t hurt to make us both some breakfast?  I really enjoy cooking.”

“I know you do, Kurt, you like to make me breakfast every morning. Not that you need to feel you have to now, that’s not what I’m saying, I just want you to know I like it and it’s great and you’re a delicious cook, but I can too, if that’s what you want eve-“

“Oh my god, you ramble when you’re nervous.”

“Yeah, sorry. It’s kind of one of my few downfalls.” Blaine stated matter of factly while looking down at his coffee.  He chanced a look up at Kurt to see how he reacted to the statement and saw confusion and disbelief. “I’m kidding, Kurt. You didn’t marry a pompous asshole.”  Kurt let out a little sigh and laughed before sitting on the other side of the island.  “So…. What do I do all day?”

“Well, you would have class, but we are on spring break right now, so you are just practicing for your upcoming performance of Bare.  You’re playing Peter! And you’re damn good at it too, I’d totally come out of the closet again for you, you’re so good.”

“Wow… that’s amazing… I guess I’m really kind of making it work, acting and New York.”

“Well yeah, this is a performance at school, but you’re one of the main stars at school, so I’m pretty sure after graduation, you won’t have to worry very much.”

“What do you do then? Or do you just live vicariously through my life?” Was Kurt flirting with me just now? Blaine wondered.  He thought it wouldn’t hurt to try it back.

“Haha, no, I actually work right now, to feed your amazing, yet expensive wardrobe budget.  But I’m not complaining, it looks good on you, so we are pretty much even.” Kurt blushed and smiled, looking out the window, which Blaine took as a good sign.  “I work in a coffee shop about 10 minutes from here, A Whole Latta Java, which I actually have to go to pretty soon actually.  They were gracious enough to give me time off with the accident and all, but the money we have saved up won’t hold us forever.  If you want me to stay though, I can totally do that.  I don’t want you to be bored…”

“No! You’re fine! Definitely go to work.  I’ll hang around here and get... more acquainted? I’ll be fine.”

“Ok, well I guess I had better go then.  I’ll be home after my shift is over, so around 3pm.  If you need me, here’s your cell phone” Blaine lifted a black iPhone on the counter, “and these are your keys.  My number and the number for the café are programmed in the phone, so don’t hesitate to call.”  Blaine moved forward to kiss the top of Kurt’s head, like he normally did, but remembered what Kurt had said.  So he awkwardly just looked down at Kurt and waved a small wave and said “bye” before grabbing his keys and heading out the door.

Kurt sat at the island and finished his eggs before getting up to look around a little more.  If he was going to be here all day, he might as well get to know the place. 

**

After looking through all of the cabinets in the kitchen, he moved to the bedroom.  He looked through his drawers, liking the insane amount of McQueen and Prada he saw, before moving to his bedside table.  He opened the drawer and quickly slammed it back shut, squeaking a little at what he saw. Come on, Kurt, be a man.  He re-opened the drawer and his eyes widened.  He saw two big bottles of what he knew to be lube, although he had never used it himself…. Well, what he could remember; obviously that wasn’t the case anymore.  One of the bottles looked plain, while the other was pink and was clearly labeled as strawberry flavored lube.  Kurt couldn’t help but be curious about it.  He could only imagine what it tasted like.  He knew he shouldn’t be so interested in it, but hey, if he was having sex with this Blaine guy, obviously he was interested.  He picked up the bottle and popped open the cap.  It couldn’t hurt to just try it, right?  He squeezed a little out onto his index finger and sniffed it.  It had the faint smell of strawberries, so he slowly brought it up to his mouth, sticking out his tongue to taste…

“Uhhh, what are you doing?” Kurt yelped and accidentally threw the lube out of his hand.  Blaine was standing in the doorway of the room, watching Kurt with an inquisitive and entertained look.  Kurt looked around nervously, trying to figure out a way to explain what he was doing without it seeming like he was really doing what it looked like.  There was no use, it had been pretty obvious.

“I- I -… God, I just wanted to know what it tasted like? I’m sorry, I’m probably strange, God this is so awkward, I should go.”

“Where would you go, Kurt?” Blaine chuckled, moving closer to him.  Kurt’s face was flushing redder and redder as Blaine got closer, a strange glint in his eye. “Strawberry is your favorite, I have grape over in my drawer.  Here,” he held out his hand for Kurt to place his in.  Hesitantly, Kurt let Blaine take his hand as he picked up the bottle.  He squeezed a little out onto Kurt’s finger again and looked up questioningly at him, while lowering his head.  Kurt was in shock, completely stunned by what was happening.  Blaine looked one last time to see any uncomfortable looks on Kurt’s face before softly kissing the finger and sucking off the lube.  Kurt felt like his finger was on fire.  A jolt of electricity ran through his body and he felt his lower region heating up. Blaine gave him a questioning look before putting some of the lube on his finger, and offered it quietly to Kurt.  Hesitantly, Kurt leaned down and licked Blaine’s finger.  He closed his eyes and concentrated on the taste, rather than the close proximity of Blaine.  It was delicious.  He tried to imagine what it would be used for, but before he went too far with his imagination, he opened his eyes and stepped back.  Blaine was looking at him, smiling sweetly.

“I was right, wasn’t I? You liked it?” Kurt only nodded, feeling slightly confused that he felt uncomfortable and slightly aroused at the same time.  He looked down to the floor. “Sorry for sneaking up on you like that. I forgot my phone. Didn’t want to miss a call if you needed me.  I better get going again, ok?” He bent down slightly to meet Kurt’s eyes and Kurt followed him back up to an upright position. “Ok?”

“Yes. Have fun at work.”  He said sheepishly.  With that, Blaine left.  Kurt sat down on the bed. Wow, that was hot.  This is really scary. Is this how my body is always going to react to that man?

**

Blaine worked frantically at work, trying to make the clock tick faster.  It didn’t work, but 3pm came quickly enough for him and he bolted out the door after hanging up his apron.  On his walk back to the apartment, he stopped by a flower shop and grabbed a dozen red and yellow roses, just like Kurt had gotten him when he first transferred to his high school.  He jogged the last 2 minutes back home and opened the door… to an empty apartment.

“Kurt?” Nothing. “Kurt!... Shit.”  Kurt’s phone was lying where Blaine had left it this morning, on the island.  Blaine dropped the flowers on the counter and headed back outside.  He had no idea where the hell he could be, but it didn’t stop him from looking.  After 30 minutes, he was panicking and after 2 hours, he was ready to call the police.  He went back to their apartment and sat down in one of their overstuffed love seats, raking his hands through his curls.  He could feel his eyes tearing up, how could he have lost him.  What was he going to tell Burt? Fuck.  He stood up and told himself that if Kurt didn’t return home in an hour, he would call Burt.  Forty-five grueling minutes later, Blaine was pacing in the hallway, biting his thumb when he heard the front door creak open.  He ran out to see who was there and in the doorway was Kurt, standing closely to Rachel.  Kurt had a guilty look on his face, avoiding eye contact with Blaine.  It was obvious that Blaine was upset and Kurt knew it was because of him.   His eyes were puffy and his hair was askew.  He looked a mess.

“Rach- wha? What are you doing here?”

“Hi, Blaine… How are you? I’m sorry we didn’t call you, Kurt said you would be fine.  He just wanted to have some alone time with me. I hope you understand.”

Of course Blaine didn’t understand.  Rachel knew what had happened, she knew he would be looking after Kurt, but he had to pretend for Kurt that he didn’t mind.  “Uhh yeah, it’s fine.  I was just a little worried.”

“It’s lucky he remembered my number by heart, but that’s why we’re best friends, right Kurtsie?”

“I got lost… I’m sorry. I forgot my phone and I didn’t know how to get to where you worked.  I kind of panicked and called Rachel from some store.”

“Oh, Kurt, it’s ok.  I just wanted to know you were ok.” Blaine moved to try and reach out to Kurt, if even to touch his arm, which made Kurt tense, but he allowed it to happen. “Just make sure you bring your phone next time?” Kurt nodded and headed to lie on the couch.  Blaine looked at Rachel and she understood.

“I’m going to head out Kurt, ok? You and Blaine have fun.”  With that, she left quickly.  Blaine moved over to see if Kurt was alright, as he didn’t acknowledge that Rachel had left.  What he saw broke his heart.  Kurt had pulled his knees up to his chest and had tears coming down his cheeks.  Blaine quickly lowered himself in front of Kurt.

“Kurt, what’s wrong? I hate seeing you like this.”

“That’s just it! You only get to see me like this!”  Blaine looked confused as Kurt opened his eyes and looked frustrated.  “I don’t let you touch me, like you obviously used to be able to do, because it makes me feel sick most of the time.  I’m afraid and I don’t understand!  I get lost and confused and I don’t know anything about this apartment or you for that matter!  I hate the hurt look you get when I do things that upset you and I just… I hate disappointing you. I’m tired of disappointing you” The last sentence he spoke with a whisper and tears filled his eyes.  Blaine didn’t know what to do; clearly hugging him was out of the question.

“I’m sorry, Kurt. I’m trying. I’m trying, but it’s a little adjusting for me, too.  We’ve come so far together and I forget that you don’t know that.  God, I don’t even know what you know, you know? I just feel like we need to start from the beginning and- Wait…” Kurt looked at him, before blinking away his tears. “Would you come with me for a second?”  He curtly nodded, following Blaine across the room to a bookshelf.  Blaine bent over to look for something that Kurt couldn’t see, but quickly came back up, a large box in hand.

“Pictures!” Kurt looked at Blaine, still clearly confused.  “You brought pictures from your dad’s so that we could have some here.  I was thinking, I hope this will work, but we could make a sort of timeline?  Something to pin-point where your memory stops? Then I can know what you do and don’t know, and then we can fill in the gaps and hopefully spark your memory!”

“Do you think it will work?”

“Honestly, Kurt, I’ll try anything.  Do you want to try?”  Kurt looked at Blaine, his eyes pleading, and nodded.  He wanted to know, he wanted to figure things out.  He wanted to make Blaine happy, even if he had just re-met him two days ago.  There was just something about him.

“Let’s get to it, then!”