Blaine woke up to a searing white light and faces all around him. He was in pain for some reason and couldn’t seem to move his arms. He grunted and looked at the faces all around him. Sam, Mercedes and Tina were surrounding him as well as doctors and nurses. He squinted at Sam, he looked so different. He literally saw him yesterday, how did he get a haircut and grow facial hair in a day?

“What’s going on?” he mumbled and everyone looked at each other.

“Mr. Anderson,” one of the doctors began, “you were in a severe car accident. You were lucky to not have any spine damage but your head slammed into the steering wheel and your right arm is broken. Do you remember driving today?”

“I…” Blaine had to think for a minute. He couldn’t remember the last thing he did. He thought really hard, but the last thing he remembered was getting off the phone with Kurt. “No.”

The doctor looked worried and his friends glanced nervously at each other before looking back at him. Tina looked like she was on the verge of tears. “Okay, that’s okay,” the doctor nodded. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I was getting off the phone with my boyfriend,” he told him. “I was telling him about my day at school. But I really don’t remember driving.”

“Blaine, you don’t have a boyfriend,” Tina interjected. “And you don’t go to school anymore.”

“Tina, shut up!” Sam hissed at her and Tina put her hands up defensively.

“I...what?” Blaine asked. Everything was so confusing. He felt uncomfortable in his own body and he had no idea what Tina was talking about.

“Mr. Anderson,” the doctor said calmly, “how old are you?”

Blaine gave the doctor a confused look. Shouldn’t he know that? His friends had to have told him. Why did it matter anyway? “I’m 18.”

As soon as he said that, everyone once again exchanged glances but this time they were shocked glances, not nervous glances. Blaine was so confused. “Okay,” the doctor nodded. “And what year is it?”

“2012,” Blaine said confidently. Though, from the looks he got in the room, he knew he got the year wrong. But how? He looked around frantically, “is it not…?”

The doctor sighed and gave Blaine a look of pity. “Look, Mr. Anderson,” he said slowly, “you did a number on your head. I, as a doctor, can’t tell you much because I don’t know your life, I don’t know how you’ll react. That’s why I’m putting my trust in your friends to help with the emotional parts of this treatment because all I can do is help with the physical. You’ll be getting released tomorrow after we check that everything is okay and good to go. I can tell you that it is definitely not 2012 anymore, your friends can fill in the rest.” The doctor patted Blaine on his knee, before giving a sympathetic look to Blaine’s friend and walked out the door. That left Mercedes, Sam, Tina and Blaine alone in the room.

“What does he mean ‘not 2012’ anymore?” Blaine tried to sit up in a panic but it hurt his head too much. “And where’s Kurt? What’s going on, guys? Please.”

“Blaine,” Mercedes began, seemingly the only calm one in the room. Tina was full blown crying at this point and Sam looked like he was in complete shock. “It’s 2019. You’re 25 years old, not 18.”

Blaine let that sink in. This was all so impossible. How did he manage to lose 7 years of his life? How could he forget all of that? Tina said he didn’t have a boyfriend anymore. “Kurt..” he whispered. Then, looked at Mercedes with wide eyes. “Where’s Kurt? I want Kurt.”

Mercedes gave him another pitying look. He hated all the looks of pity. He just wanted to understand what was going on. He also just wanted to see Kurt, no matter if they were together anymore or not. God, what if they haven’t been together for years? What if Kurt didn’t care about him anymore? “Blaine, you and Kurt aren’t…”

“Yeah, I got that from Tina,” he snapped. “But I don’t care. I want to see him. Please call him. Please.”

“I’ll call Rachel,” Sam said, finally getting out of his state of shock. “She should be here too.”

“Thank you, Sam,” Blaine muttered as Sam plucked his phone out of his pocket and walked out of the door to make the phone call. If he was calling Rachel that meant her and Kurt still lived together. “So...2019, huh? Is Rachel a big broadway star? Are you #1 on itunes?”

Mercedes laughed a little at his inquiry. “I’m #5, actually, but close enough I guess. Rachel, well, she’s about to start her next big broadway show next week. It’s called Jane Austen Sings and she got the lead, of course. Sam is teaching New Directions in Ohio.”

“Really?” Blaine asked. Why wasn’t Mr. Schuster teaching them anymore? He was also a little disappointed that Sam had resorted to a teaching job.

“Yeah, McKinley, it’s an arts school now. Shue is the principal,” Mercedes informed him.

“So, he finally beat Sue, huh?”

“In his own way,” Mercedes gave him a soft smile as Sam walked back into the room.

“I just got off the phone with Rachel,” Sam informed them. “Her and Kurt are coming. Hopefully they’ll be here in a half an hour or so.”

“Half an hour?” Blaine said. “Don’t they live in New York?”

“So do you,” Sam told him. “We aren’t in Ohio. We all came up this weekend to hang out. Then you…”

“Then I what?” Blaine asked, there was something everyone was omitting.

“You were just having an off day and well, you kind of left us all in your apartment. A few hours later I got a call and they said you were in an accident and they found copious amounts of alcohol in your system.”

“I drove drunk?” Blaine asked in disbelief. That didn’t sound like him.

“We’re just as surprised as you are. You barely ever even get drunk, let alone drink and drive,” Sam shrugged but Blaine could see how uncomfortable he was with the whole situation.

“That’s...weird,” Blaine couldn’t think of what else to say. Why would he ever drink and drive? How far gone could he have been for that to happen? All he knew was that he wanted to see Kurt. He loved his friends but he trusted Kurt more than anyone in this room. He didn’t care what had happened between them. The only way he knew he could be comforted in this situation was if he had Kurt by his side.

Kurt had been quiet the entire drive to the hospital. Rachel had kept her eyes glued to the road, only occasionally giving Kurt worried glances. Kurt was so nervous. He knew it was selfish of him to be so considering what Blaine had just gone through but he couldn’t help it. He hadn’t seen him in three years and now he has to go in there and pretend like he won’t be bothered by the fact that his ex-love of his life wants to see him right after a near death situation. Rachel told him that Blaine’s having a memory problem. But what did that mean? Blaine could have lost a year of his memory or ten. Sam hadn’t told Rachel all the specifics.

ll that Kurt knew was that he was going to have to put on a brave face and just deal with whatever was going to come. He already knew his heart was going to shatter in a billion pieces when he sees Blaine broken on a hospital bed, but just the sight of Blaine is probably going to make it a hundred times worse.

When they arrived at the hospital, Rachel had went to the front desk and asked where Blaine Anderson was roomed and they told her. She grabbed Kurt’s hand on the way to the elevator. “It’s going to be okay, Kurt,” she promised and squeezed his hand. Kurt just nodded in response. Rachel hit the elevator button and waited for it to open. When it did, they brushed past a couple of people to get inside and then Rachel hit the “2” button so they could get to the second floor.

Once they reached the second floor and were out of the elevator, the reality of the situation hit Kurt and he stopped dead in his tracks. “I can’t do it,” Kurt breathed and Rachel stopped to look at him. “I can’t. We have to go back home. I can’t see him. This is so messed up.”

“Kurt, this isn’t about you or what you want,” she tried to say it in the softest voice possible but it didn’t work with what the words actually meant. “Someone you care about, even if you hadn’t spoken to them in three years, is lying in a hospital bed right now after a severe car accident asking for you. This is about what Blaine wants. I know that this hurts you but you have to push past it. You have to go see him, not for you, but for him. Okay?”

Kurt took a deep breath and nodded. “I just don’t know what I’m going to say,” he mumbled as Rachel linked arms with him and walked towards Blaine’s hospital room.

“Just be yourself and I’ll be with you every step of the way,” she assured him. They arrived at the room and Rachel let go of him to knock on the door. Kurt felt like his heart was going to pop out of his chest with how fast it was racing. The knock was answered by Sam who greeted them and gave them both hugs. Then the hugs were followed by Tina and Mercedes. Then everyone shuffled back into the room, Kurt following behind them.

Kurt froze. There Blaine was, lying on the hospital bed with a cast on his right arm and a gauze pad right above his left eye. His hair was half-gelled, curls falling out all over the place. Despite the injuries and the messy hair, he was still as beautiful as ever and he was looking Kurt expectantly. He was waiting for Kurt to do something, say something. But he couldn’t. Kurt hoped someone else would speak up or this would all be very awkward.

“Hey, Kurt,” Blaine smiled softly at him, his eyes full of old love. He looked so vulnerable, Kurt was afraid to even go near him. Blaine’s gaze tore away from Kurt and looked at everyone else. “Could you give us a minute?”

Kurt started panicking but he didn’t let it show. He did not want to be left alone with Blaine. He could barely deal with being in the same room with him even with all these people around him.

“Will you be okay, Kurt?” Rachel asked him as everyone passed and went to the door.

“Yeah,” he lied. He remembered what Rachel told him. This wasn’t about how he felt. This was about Blaine. Rachel nodded and gave him a pat on the shoulder before following everyone else out of the room.

Once everyone was out of the room, Blaine looked back up at Kurt. “Seven years,” he blurted out. Kurt gave him a confused look. “I don’t know if they told you but seven years of my memory is missing. The last thing I remember is getting off the phone with you. I still feel...I mean, I feel like I’m 18 but I’m trapped in this body of a 25 year old. I’m looking at the love of my life yet it seems like he can barely look at me.”

Blaine was right. Kurt had been staring at the chair next to Blaine because it was so hard to look at him. “Blaine,” Kurt managed to croak out and he finally looked at him and decided to take a step closer. “We aren’t…”

“I know,” Blaine interrupted him, his voice cracking. “Tina told me. How long? How long has it been?”

“We broke up officially 5 years ago,” Kurt informed him, Blaine’s eyes widening at the fact. “But I haven’t seen or spoke to you in three years.”

“Three years?” Blaine whistled. “I can’t even...I can’t even imagine not seeing you for three years. Will you tell me what happened?”

“Blaine,” Kurt said softly and moved to the edge of the bed. “I think this is too much for you too soon. You deserve to know everything about your life but it needs to be taken slowly.” The truth was that Kurt didn’t really want to relive what happened.

“I agree with you,” Blaine nodded. “But I don’t care about anything else right now. I care about us. I need to know what happened.”

“I...I broke up with you,” Kurt sighed. Blaine seemed to flinch at the comment, like he wasn’t expecting it. Kurt moved closer to Blaine and nodded to the chair. “Is it okay if I sit?”

“Of course.”

“Okay,” Kurt sat down on the chair next to Blaine’s bed. “We were engaged.”

“Really?” Blaine’s eyes lit up a little but dimmed almost immediately after, most likely remembering that the engagement didn’t last. “Who asked who?”

“You did but it doesn’t really matter. What matters was we weren’t ready for that. We jumped into something we both couldn’t handle and I just felt so suffocated after you moved in with me and I couldn’t do it. I just needed space,” Kurt knew that this was a terrible explanation but he didn’t want Blaine to feel bad about what happened. Most of it was Kurt’s fault anyway.

“So let me get this straight,” Blaine tried to sit up a little but failed. “We were engaged and I was living with you and you broke up with me because you needed space? We didn’t get back together even after I gave you said space? Clearly I did if we haven’t been together for so long.”

“It wasn’t that simple,” Kurt sighed, frustrated. He really didn’t want to go into the gory details of it all. “I tried to get you back. 6 months after we broke up, you were in Lima and you were coaching the Warblers so I decided to, idiotically, run after you to get you back but you moved on.”

“I highly doubt that,” Blaine snorted, like the idea of him moving on from Kurt was comical.

“You already had a boyfriend,” Kurt said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his tone.

“What?” Blaine raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Who?”

“Dave Karofsky.”

“No,” Blaine shook his head, “I would not do that to you. Not after what Karofsky put you through.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Blaine. It happened and now it’s over. That’s all there is to tell.”

“So me and Karofsky broke up?”

“Yup. 2 years ago.”

“I was with Karofsky for three years?” Blaine shook his head in disbelief. “I just can’t imagine…”

“Neither could I,” Kurt replied, remembering how much shock he was in when Karofsky showed up while Kurt confronted Blaine. But nothing beat the pain he felt just seeing Blaine with another person. “But like I said, it doesn’t matter.”

“Why doesn’t it matter?” Blaine asked, catching Kurt off guard. “Does it not matter because you don’t love me anymore?” Blaine’s voice cracked somewhere in the middle of the sentence and when Kurt looked up, Blaine was on the verge of tears. When Kurt didn’t respond, Blaine spoke again. “Because I love you. I don’t remember what happened between us, but I will always remember that. I love you.”

Kurt closed his eyes. He knew that if Blaine did remember, if he remembered all that had happened between them that he wouldn’t be saying those words right now. “I know,” he choked out. “I know you think you love me because in your head, it’s still 2012 but you don’t Blaine. Not anymore.”

“I don’t believe you,” Blaine’s voice dripped with confidence, like he knew for a fact that come hell or high water, he would never stop loving Kurt.

“I’m sorry, Blaine, but you have to. You have to get over me. The last 7 years may be erased from your brain but they are all fresh in mine and if you remembered, you would know that we aren’t meant to be,” Kurt told him and with that, he stood up from his chair, not daring to look to see what Blaine’s reaction was and walked right out of the room.