Kurt was exhausted when he got back from his callbacks, he had been working his ass off rehearsing and now all he wanted to do was sleep. But of course, sleep did not come. As soon as his head hit his pillow, there was a loud banging on his front door. He let out a long, frustrated groan before getting up and walking towards it. Seriously, who knocks before calling anymore?

He opened the door and had deja vu as a small girl frantically pushed her way inside of his apartment. “You have got to stop doing that,” Kurt said as Cady stopped in the middle of the apartment. Kurt shut the door and turned towards her, taking a step back in surprise when he realized she was practically fuming from her ears.

“And you have to stop treating Blaine like shit!” Cady spat at him. “He told me everything. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate you taking him home after he got drunk but you had no right to kiss him and then act all broody and refuse to talk about it. He loves you, Kurt. I mean that. So, do you even realize how much this hurts him?”

“I don’t need to hear this from you,” Kurt rolled his eyes at her and began walking past her. “I’m tired, you can show yourself out.”

He doesn’t know why he thought that would work because in a matter of seconds, Cady appeared in front of him again, arms crossed and eyes glaring. She had more of a bitch face than he did. “Blaine is too nice to let you know how fucked up this all is, but fortunately, I’m not nice. So, let me lay this down straight for you, Kurt Hummel. He has always been in love with you but for some god forsaken reason, you refuse to acknowledge it. Stop messing around. You’re so back and forth with him and I’m sick of it, either be with him or get out of his life. He’s my best friend and he’s hurting, and I’m not going to deal with it anymore. I liked you at first, Kurt, but you don’t get to make out with him and then leave him to rot.”

He felt like he was getting lectured by Santana and he was honestly in no mood, Santana never understood his reasons for doing things and Cady would never either. He didn’t need to explain his actions to her. He doesn’t like that he hurt Blaine, but Cady doesn’t control him. “I’ve told him how I felt. It’s not my problem he won’t give this up. Now please, I want to sleep.” Kurt knew he wouldn’t want to have this conversation tired or awake, but wanting to sleep was a pretty good excuse to get out of it.

“Stop talking to him,” Cady demanded. “If that’s really how you see things, stop talking to him. He doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.”

“No,” Kurt said, trying to push his way past Cady but she wouldn’t budge.

“Why?” Cady asked, leaning against his bedroom door so he couldn’t get in. “Why won’t you?”

“Because…” Kurt wished he could find a good answer, but it wasn’t working. “Because you don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t talk to!”

“I thought I was the teenager,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re going to need a better reason than that.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation,” Kurt decided that he couldn’t get into his own room, Rachel’s room was the next best bet.

“Maybe not,” Cady said, her voice was icy cold and it stopped Kurt in his tracks, “but you sure as hell owe Blaine one.”

Kurt turned back around to face Cady, all the sudden not feeling as tired anymore. “I don’t,” Kurt said, and walked back to his living room. “It’s not my fault any of this happened! I don’t owe anyone anything!”

Cady gave him a pointed look then shook her head. “I really do not see what Blaine saw in you, you’re a dick,” Cady said, moving towards the door. “Stop fucking around or I will find a way to make sure you’re cut off from Blaine.”

“How do you plan to do that?” Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow. “You can’t stop me from visiting him.”

“What do you care?” she yelled, turning back around. “Why is that so important to you when it seems to be just hurting both of you?”

“Because I love him!” Kurt shouted, barely even registering his own words. It felt so good to say it outloud, and he breathed out a sigh of relief before sitting down on the couch. “I love him.”

“Well, you have an odd way of showing it,” Cady said, walking in front of his television so she was facing him directly. “You can’t keep doing this, Kurt. Just tell him how you feel, why is communication so hard between you two? Wasn’t that the reason you two broke up in the first place?”

Kurt bit his lip, then glanced up at Cady and nodded. “I’m scared to let him in,” Kurt said honestly. “He’s back in my life...and I don’t want to lose him again and I feel like...if I let him in too much it’s just going to hurt more if he does leave.”

“You’re the one that always leaves him,” Cady pointed out. “From what I understand, every time something went wrong, you were the one that left.”

Kurt was quiet after that, not knowing what to say. Cady was right, this girl, who he barely knew, suddenly knew him inside and out. She knew just how to get under his skin, just how to crawl under his exterior.

She sighed and walked over to where Kurt was sitting, sitting down next to him. “Look,” she said, “all I’m saying is that there is a major communication issue between the two of you. Blaine seems to be really trying, but the honesty from your side isn’t there. You have to tell him what you want. You can’t leave him feeling hopeless and confused. It’s not fair to either of you.”

“You’re right,” Kurt agreed. “He deserves better than this. I shouldn’t be putting more confusing feelings on him when he’s going through such a hard time right now. I’m being selfish.”

“You are,” Cady nodded. “I think you should take that nap. Then, when you get up again, go find Blaine. Tell him everything that’s going on in your head. Can you do that?”

“I can,” Kurt confirmed. “Thank you...for coming over.”

“No problem,” she said, standing up from her spot on the couch. “And Kurt?”

He looked up. “Yeah?”

“If you don’t talk to Blaine within the next 24 hours, then I’m completely serious, stay away from him. Got it?” Cady was looking at him with poison in her eyes, and he knew she wasn’t messing around.

“I got it,” Kurt stood up too.

“Good,” she said, then turned away and out of his door.

Blaine was in the middle of watching Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them when his phone started buzzing. He reached for his remote, then pressed the pause button. He then took his phone off the coffee table and looked at the caller id. It was Kurt.

He wasn’t really in the mood to talk to him right now, but if Kurt was calling to apologize, he was willing to listen. “Hey,” he answered as he brought the phone to his ear.

“Can I come over?” Kurt asked. He paused for a second before continuing, “I really need to talk to you. About what happened. Is that okay?”

“Um,” Blaine cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah, that’s fine. You can come over.”

“Great,” Kurt seemed to let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, I’m not going to be bothering you, am I? Were you doing anything? Did you have plans?”

“No, you’re fine. I was just watching that new Harry Potter movie, that’s all,” Blaine assured him, “I can always return to it.”

“Okay,” Blaine could hear some muffled noise through the phone, like Kurt was searching for something. “Sorry, couldn’t find my keys. I’ll be there in about 15 minutes. See you soon.”

Kurt hung up before Blaine could respond, leaving Blaine to wonder what exactly was going to happen when Kurt showed up at his apartment. He knew it wasn’t going to do him any good to dwell on what might happen, so he figured he could watch 15 more minutes of his movie.

Newt Scamander was in the middle of showing Jacob around his magical zoo inside of his suitcase when Blaine heard a knock on the door, bringing him out of his movie-watching trance. He turned off the movie all together this time, seeing how he couldn’t predict how long this conversation with Kurt could take and what could come of it.

Blaine could see this going one or two ways: he was going to be left miserable and heartbroken because Kurt didn’t want to see him anymore or this could go very much in his favor and they could be back together again, leaving Blaine much more happier than he has been in awhile.

He walked towards his door, took a deep breath, and opened it. Kurt was standing there, looking a little winded, wearing tight blue jeans and a dark peacoat. He seemed to be waiting for permission to come in.

Blaine moved to the side for Kurt to come in. Kurt stepped inside of Blaine’s apartment and started unbuttoning his peacoat.

“Do you want me to take that?” Blaine asked, nodding to Kurt’s coat.

“Thank you,” Kurt gave him a small smile, and handed him the coat. Blaine didn’t have a fancy coat hanger or anything, so he took it to the kitchen and hung it on the back of a chair which Kurt probably wasn’t too happy about but Blaine only had a closet in his bedroom.

When Blaine returned to the living room, Kurt looked nervous and was awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. “You can sit down, you know,” Blaine said, motioning to his couch.

Kurt just nodded and sat down on the couch, leaving space for Blaine to sit as well. Blaine took the spot next to Kurt, and moved his body so he was facing him.

“So, what exactly did you want to talk about?” Blaine asked, trying to get something out of Kurt. Considering Kurt was the one who wanted to come and talk in the first place, it was odd that he was being eerily quiet.

“Us,” was all Kurt offered.

“Okay…” Blaine cocked his head to the side, trying to show Kurt his confusion. He knew he wanted to talk to him about what happened, but he really wasn’t being specific.

Kurt closed his eyes for a few seconds before releasing a breath. “I haven’t been...honest with you. I’ve been really unfair, and I wanted to apologize.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Blaine told him. “I get it. This is as hard on you as it is for me.”

“No, I do have to apologize,” Kurt insisted. “You didn’t ask to get in a car accident. You didn’t ask for any of this. I’m sorry for acting so condescending towards you. I’m sorry for sending you mixed signals. I’m sorry for confusing you and not providing you explanations. You don’t deserve any of that.”

“I…” Blaine didn’t really know what to say to any of that. He had gotten used to Kurt shutting down, never giving him any real answers. Never showing any regret for his actions. Now...now he’s sitting here and apologizing for all of that. “Thank you...for saying that. It means a lot to me.”

“Apologizing isn’t enough, Blaine,” Kurt’s eyes were welling up with tears, and Blaine wanted to do something but he knew he had to let Kurt say what he wanted. “I owe you an explanation for the way I’ve been acting.”

“I agree,” Blaine nodded, urging Kurt to go on.

“I could have never predicted any of this to happen,” Kurt said, a tear spilling down his cheek. Blaine wanted to wipe it off, but he didn’t. “You...coming back into my life. I wasn’t ready for it. I had gotten used to the way things were, it hurt and I knew something was missing but it just was what it was, you know? I had always given myself one day. One day a year to grieve what I had lost. Rachel always thought it was silly of me, but I knew if I didn’t give myself that one day, I’d be miserable for the rest of the year too. It was always the anniversary of the day we called off the engagement. The 5 year anniversary was on October 7th.”

“That was the day I…”

“The day you got in your accident,” Kurt confirmed. “I was mostly alone all day. So, I was left to wallow in my thoughts and self-pity, and I opened my memory drawer and I found the engagement ring you got me. And I just...broke down. Rachel came home while I was crying, and she made me put it away and we went to go watch Rent. While we were watching it, that’s when Rachel got the phone call that you were in the hospital. It was really bad timing.”

Blaine laughed a little, feeling tears start to surface in his eyes as well. After all these years, Kurt still was broken up about them not being together anymore. Even though Kurt’s pain saddened him, it made him feel a little better knowing that he wasn’t alone in wanting them to get back together again.

“It was shocking to say the least, and then going to the hospital and seeing you for the first time in three years just made everything so much harder,” Kurt admitted. “Then, you said you loved me and I just couldn’t… I couldn’t hear those words and have it be from someone who doesn’t remember the last 7 years.”

“It doesn’t make them any less true,” Blaine’s voice cracked, he had just barely gotten the sentence out.

“From you, maybe,” Kurt whispered. Blaine didn’t understand what that meant, he furrowed his brows in confusion. Kurt turned more towards him and grabbed his hand, placing it in both of his. Blaine couldn’t help but look down at them. “Blaine, I love you. Don’t...don’t doubt that, ever. Okay? I just can’t be with you while you still don’t have your memories. I know that you love me. But I don’t know if the you… the 25 year old you does. I can’t know that and neither can you. And I’m terrified that when you do get your memories back, you won’t mean it anymore.”

Blaine felt his blood go cold, he thought this conversation was going to go somewhere with Kurt. He thought Kurt was going to finally look past the fact that he doesn’t have his memories, and just like him in.

He removed his hand from Kurt’s and ignored the pain that flashed behind Kurt’s eyes when he did. “I do know that, though, Kurt. And so do you. You’re just too afraid to admit it. I have people who know me, who have known me for the past 5 years that we weren’t together that have told me how much I loved you. Cady, my best friend, knows me better than I know myself and she seems to be more confident that 25 year old me is in love with you than anyone else. So, please, enlighten me, how can you be afraid when all evidence points to me still being in love with you?”

“Because I can’t believe it if it’s from secondary sources!” Kurt said, frustrated. He stood up from the couch. “I need to hear it from you!”

“You have heard it from me!” Blaine argued. “How many times do I need to say ‘I love you’ to you before you believe it?”

“I won’t believe it until you get your memories back!”

“Get out,” Blaine demanded. Kurt still had tears spilling down his cheeks, and part of Blaine wanted to console him, but the rest of him didn’t want to continue dealing with this. “Please, just leave.”

“Blaine-” Kurt looked desperate, but Blaine was tired.

“Please, go,” Blaine begged, no longer being able to look at Kurt anymore. He turned around and waited to hear the door closed. Once he heard the click that signified it shut, he broke down in tears too.