Despite Cady’s protests and her deadly glares at Kurt, Blaine had agreed to talk to Kurt alone. Blaine and Kurt had walked Cady back to her apartment where she hugged Blaine goodbye and told him to text her that he got home safe. He had smiled warmly at her and told her that he would, and then he joined Kurt again before the two of them walked to Blaine’s own apartment.

“So,” Blaine said once they had entered his apartment after a long, quiet journey there. “What exactly did you want to talk about?”

“I’ve been an idiot. Like a total, complete idiot,” Kurt confessed, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room after Blaine had sat down on his couch.

“Not going to argue with that,” Blaine’s mouth twitched a little because he kind of wanted to smile, but he thinned out his lips.

“I did some thinking. And you’re right, it shouldn’t matter whether you have your memories or not. Feelings and memories aren’t necessarily hand in hand. If you love me, than I should believe you love me. No matter if it’s the 25 year old you or the 18 year old you,” Kurt admitted. Blaine felt his heart swell up despite his best efforts to push these feelings down in fear or getting hurt. “I don’t know why it’s taking me so long to accept that. Maybe it’s because I’m afraid we’ll fuck up again and I’m so terrified of being hurt. But I’m here now, and I’m done being afraid. I love you and I don’t want to hide that from you anymore.”

Blaine’s breath caught in his throat. He didn’t know what to say. Everything Kurt was saying was entirely overwhelming and all he could do was stare at him with his mouth agape.

“Say something, please.”

“No,” Blaine shook his head. He stood up from his spot on the couch and slowly walked over to Kurt. He gently placed his hands on Kurt’s face and Kurt looked up at him expectantly waiting for something, anything to happen. Blaine bit his lip before glancing down and pulling Kurt’s face to his. They had kissed before since he woke up, but last time there was so much anger towards it, it was hardly enjoyable. This time it was right. This time it felt like coming home.

Home.

Blaine gripped Kurt’s shoulder and pulled away, gasping. Suddenly, a flood of memories came back to him and his knees buckled to the ground but Kurt caught him before he could fall. He walked him over to the couch so he could sit.

“Blaine?” Kurt asked, voice filled with concerned. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

He remembered everything. The cheating, the engagement, the breaking up. The misery afterwards. His first date with Dave. The three, excruciating long years with him. Meeting Cady for the first time, the girl with a bright smile and a bad attitude. Drinking away his sorrows every year on the anniversary of the day they broke off the engagement.

The anniversary. Now he remembers.

“I had forgotten what day it was,” Blaine said aloud.

Kurt’s eyes narrowed at him. “What?”

“Sam, Tina and Mercedes over. We were hanging out as we always do whenever they were in town. Everything was fine. Everything was normal,” Blaine began. “Then I got a message from Rachel. Something like, ‘hey! Don’t forget that you’re invited to my opening night.’ It wasn’t her fault, but it made me remember that you would be there. Then, I noticed the date on my phone and everything spiraled out of control. I told everyone that I had to leave and Sam tried to stop me. He didn’t understand why I would just leave them in my apartment by themselves. I somehow managed to find a bar and I must have drank so much that I didn’t even think about what would happen if I got in my car. I don’t remember much after that. I know I was lucky though, to survive that.”

“You mean,” Kurt’s adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard. “You remember the last seven years?”

“I do,” Blaine confirmed. “It just...hit me. All of it. I mean, I had been getting increments here and there but I remember everything.” Kurt just looked at him, with a terrified look in his eyes. Blaine knew why he looked so scared, so he grabbed his hand and gently squeezed it. “I never stopped loved you either, you know.”

Kurt blinked a tear from his eye and Blaine reached up to wipe it off. “I always kind of thought you hated me.”

“I could never hate you,” Blaine assured him. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. These past couple of years have been torture without you.”

“Why didn’t you ever reach out to me when you broke up with Dave?” Kurt asked, growing a little cold at the mention of Blaine’s ex-boyfriend.

“Why didn’t you?” Blaine countered.

“Touche,” Kurt laughed. “I guess we’re just a couple of idiots.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Blaine smiled. “I’m going to have to call Cady, I feel awful that I’ve been out of work which means that everything was probably piled on her shoulders.”

“Ugh,” Kurt scrunched up his nose. “I don’t like that girl.”

"You only don’t like her because she’s more sassy than you,” Blaine argued, a smile still tugging at his face. “And you didn’t think that was possible. Give her time, she’ll grow on you. You know, after she gets over not liking you as well.”

“I guess I will consider giving her a chance,” he replied, though there was no malice in his tone and he was smiling ear to ear.

“So, where does this leave us?” Blaine asked, not trying to sound too eager. “Are we boyfriends again?”

“Is that what you want?”

“Absolutely,” Blaine said it without hesitation. He’s wanted to be Kurt’s boyfriend again for a very long time.

“Then, yes, we can be boyfriends again,” Kurt said before leaning in to kiss Blaine once again and seal the deal. Blaine felt like he was on top of the world for the first time in years.

“Do you think it’s too soon to go and look for an engagement ring after you leave?” Blaine said jokingly, nudging Kurt.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves here.”

Despite the jokes, they both knew that was where they were headed. Someday, maybe soon, maybe years from now, Blaine and Kurt will be sitting on a bench in Central Park, with rings adorning their fingers that shown brightly as they held hands. Maybe they would have a kid of two playing in the grass, maybe they wouldn’t. All Blaine knew was that whatever happened in his life next would be worth it, as long as he had the love of his life by his side.