Kurt could feel hands on him, touching him, caressing him but it felt inappropriate. Those hands weren't Blaine's and they weren't loving. They were rushed and they moved sharply on his body, touching him roughly. The hands had gotten rid of his shirt and seemed to travel to his groin. Kurt tried to fight, to escape the grasp but he couldn't. He was tied to the bed by some force. Part of him seemed to appreciate the hands and their ministrations, though. It was confusing and unnerving. Kurt knew he didn't want those hands on him. It wasn't Blaine, it wasn't loving, it was something fast and hard.

Kurt opened his eyes and met a mop of curly hair. He was sweating and breathing heavily. He tried to calm down, to control his breathing but he felt terrified. He reached for Blaine and pulled him closely, relaxing when his boyfriend's body touched his. It was the second time he had this nightmare: hands, just two hands touching him, almost having sex with him. The more confusing part was that some part of him welcomed those hands while another part felt disgusted by it. It was visceral, both reactions and Kurt couldn't help but think that it had to mean something. He waited for his heart to slow down and tried to sleep.

Blaine woke up two days later because of his boyfriend whining in his ear. He stroked his hair a bit, thinking it would calm him but Kurt started to jerk in his sleep like he was trying to get rid of something.

"Kurt? Kurt baby, wake up. You're having a nightmare, I'm right here. Please baby, wake up." Blaine whispered to Kurt while trying to contain his boyfriend's body. Kurt woke up shortly after and threw himself at Blaine. He started to cry, soaking Blaine's shirt, and mumbling thing that were made unintelligible by the crying and Kurt's face hidden in Blaine's chest.

"Baby? Breathe, please. You're alright, I'm right here. I'm not letting go. Please tell me, what happened?"

"There, there were hands. And they touched me again Blaine. And I hated it but I liked and I couldn't stop it." Kurt let out while sniffing. He hugged Blaine more tightly and didn't let go of him for a few minutes. "I'm sorry I woke you up. It wasn't that bad before." Kurt said more to himself than for Blaine to hear.

"Before? Kurt, it happened before?" Blaine questioned worriedly, stroking Kurt's hair to soothe him.

"Yes, two or three times but it wasn't that scary before. Actually scary isn't the appropriate word. It was emotionally wrecking." Kurt explained. He kissed Blaine fully on the lips and moved on top of him, making Blaine lie on his back and wrap his arms around Kurt's waist. Kurt kissed Blaine more fervently, fucking his tongue into Blaine's mouth, licking at the top of it and sucking on his tongue. He started to rock his hips urgently against Blaine's and felt the other man growing harder under his ministrations. Kurt settled himself between Blaine's legs, hips rubbing quickly against each other.

"Come on Blaine. Come for me." Kurt growled never stopping his hips to rub against Blaine's erection. It was frantic, urgent and messy. Kurt was pinning Blaine to the mattress, leaving him no place to move but to take what he was doing to him. Blaine thrust his hips at every movement to create more friction, moaning into Kurt's mouth and babbling as he fell apart under Kurt.

They both came at the same time, screaming each other's name. Kurt fell heavily on Blaine as they both tried to calm their breath.

Kurt rolled beside Blaine and hid his head in the crook of his neck.

"M'sorry." Kurt mumbled, still hiding from Blaine.

"What?" The dark haired boy asked, laughing at his boyfriend's shyness when merely seconds ago they were rubbing against each other like nothing else mattered.

"I basically assault you after having a bad dream about hands! How pathologic is this?"

"Hey, Kurt. I really enjoyed it, to be honest and wouldn't mind being woken up by you if it's for a repeat of this. So you didn't assault me. It was rougher than we are used to but absolutely not unwelcome. And if hands turn you on then hands it is." Blaine said, missing the point.

"It doesn't turn me on, Blaine. Hands aren't a thing for me. It's… my reaction to this dream was … a bit over the top for just a dream about hands, and two mixed emotions, don't you think?" Kurt explained, trying to make his point clear.

"Well, if it was a reaction to your dream maybe you went a little overbroad. Or maybe you just need to reapprove something. I have no idea how those things work. Maybe what you felt during your nightmare made you feel like you needed to have sex with me to make a point." Blaine was thinking aloud but he had no idea what he was talking about.

"Yeah, whatever. Can we please go back to sleep?"

"So you're done assaulting me?"

"I said I was sorry and you told me you enjoyed it! And you came!" With that Kurt kissed Blaine to make him shut up and they drifted back to sleep.

It was Christmas and Kurt had to go back to Ohio to celebrate with his family. Blaine couldn't come, so Kurt had to go there by himself. He didn't mind, he was happy to know that he would be able to spend as much time with his dad as he wanted. Kurt arrived early on the 24th of December. Burt embraced his son and didn't let go of him.

"I missed you, son."

"I missed you too, Dad." They made their way out of the airport and Burt drove them to the house. It was going to be a simple Christmas but it was just like they loved it. It would be just Burt, Kurt, Carole and Finn. No one else, they wanted to share this together. It had become a ritual right after the two families had become one.

Kurt spent the remainder of the day in Burt's shop, working together. He felt comfortable here, granted his high school years hadn't been perfect but his dad's shop was a safe place no matter what. At some point Kurt opened his coveralls a little, it was too hot in there anyway. He heard a gasp and turned around. His dad was standing next to him, mouth open and eyeing him curiously.

"You okay, dad?"

"Is that a hickey, Kurt?" The old man asked cautiously. Kurt's hand flew to his neck where he knew full well that Blaine had left a mark. Burt didn't need an answer; he immediately knew what was going on. This Blaine kid was going to have a surprise phone call from a very angry Burt Hummel. Kurt shrugged it off; his father had to know by then that Blaine and he were having sex.

Burt went back to his office and dialed Blaine's number.

"Hello?"

"Blaine, hello." Burt said icily. "I'm calling about something funny that happened today."

"Is Kurt okay?"

"Kurt is fine. His neck, though, isn't. Would you mind telling me why my son has a hickey as wide as Texas on his neck when his boyfriend is supposed to be a fake one?" Blaine, at the other end of the line, winced at the words.

"I… Hum… We…"

"Very eloquent, kid. Look, I told you back then not to touch him, but you're taking care of him even if you'd had better things to do, so I'm gonna let you explain this to me. Be clear." Blaine tried to collect himself and thought about something, anything, to explain the giant mark on Kurt's neck. Finally he just thought that going with the truth would be for the best.

"No too long ago, we got back together, for real. I'm in love with your son, Mr Hummel. I've always been, I couldn't fight back and he was miserable because I wasn't treating him like a real boyfriend. So I gave in. We're both happy I promise you. I would never do anything to hurt Kurt. I promised! I understand if you want me to stop taking care of him but just know that I won't. I love him and he loves me. I won't give up on him, not this time, not again."

Burt sighed; he knew something like this was bound to happen. They had been good for each other in high school and he had always known that if the two of them found a way to meet again they would never leave each other's side.

"I know you're not going to hurt him purposely. But you're both going to get hurt. What about when he got his memory back, huh?"

"I don't know, sir, all I know is that for now he needs me and I need him. So I'll be here for him as long as he lets me."

Burt scratched his head and sighed some more.

"Fine. I'm not happy about it; I'm not happy that you lied to me and went behind my back; I'm not happy that you didn't listen to me and if I could I'd come and kick your ass. But you're a good kid, taking care of mine and all. So I'm not happy but I won't kick you out of Kurt's apartment. "

"I'm sorry about the way I handled this. I hope you can trust me again and thank you for not kicking me out."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Have a good Christmas, kid." Burt hung up before Blaine could say one more word. This situation was getting more and more complicated with each day that passed and Burt Hummel didn't like complicated situations.

They spent a wonderful Christmas, eating way too much and watching football. Burt wouldn't admit it but he got to cuddle with his son just like when he was younger and Burt felt better at that.

Kurt flew back to New York two days after Christmas, not wanting to leave his boyfriend for too long. Kurt didn't know that Blaine had been spending his Christmas alone. Blaine hadn't wanted to alarm his boyfriend and he stayed at Kurt's apartment instead, eating ice cream and listening to Christmas carols. It was a far better Christmas than he could have hoped for a few months ago. Blaine almost never spent Christmas with his parents anyway.

Blaine went to the airport to surprise his boyfriend and after a tight hug and at least a thousand of little pecks they got back home.

Kurt was typing furiously on the computer as usual. He and Blaine had decided that it was for the best to buy him a new one since he couldn't get a hold on his old one. Which was weird, it was like Kurt had lost all his electronic stuff. So Kurt was typing on his new computer like a mad man. He had been working on his article for quite some time now and it was still unfinished.

"Kurt, babe. Maybe you should calm down or you're going to create a hole in your keyboard."

"But I have all these ideas that I need to write down or I'm going to forget about them." Kurt answered, not making eye contact with his boyfriend and typing faster.

"Did you send a first draft to Melody?" Blaine tried again to get his boyfriend's attention.

"Blaine!" Kurt whined before sighing heavily and looking up, "I had ideas, Blaine, and now they are all gone!" Kurt pouted silently, arms crossed. So Blaine made his way to his boyfriend, straddled him and started to tickle him.

"Blaine! Ok, ok fine. I surrender. Stop!" Kurt managed to say between laughs. They giggled some more before Blaine started to massage Kurt's chest.

"So did you send your article to Melody already?"

"Yeah, we talked about it today and she told me how to improve it. Highlighted the biggest mistake and gave me some advice. But she said it was a good first draft for a newbie. I'm not a newbie; I just forget I was a master at writing. That's different."

"And what is your article about?" Blaine asked wishing his ministrations would make Kurt share the secret.

"Uh uh. I'm not telling you. You'll see when it's published." Kurt said a mysterious face on.

"But I want to read it. Please!" Blaine argued with his well-known puppy eyes.

"Blaine Devon Anderson, stop making that face and go dress up. You're meeting Santana in less than half an hour." Kurt ordered like he would do with a child.

Blaine reluctantly stood up and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's lips before retreating to the bedroom. After their night out, Blaine and Kurt had started to meet more frequently with their friends. Blaine would go with out with Santana or meet for lunch with Jeff and Nick and Kurt would spent some time with Sebastian. Blaine had explained to Santana the whole situation and after answering way too much questions she finally hugged him and told him that when 'shit breaks down, I'll be here for you'. Whatever 'shit' meant to her. It also seemed that she talked quite often to the couple because Nick and Jeff never questioned him but they seemed to know a lot. Blaine just assumed that they had bonded over the lack of Blaine's presence as friends.

So Blaine went out, leaving Kurt alone for the evening. Kurt tried to arrange his article, to perfect it like Melody had told him, but instead he came up with a brand new paragraph to add to the others. After three hours of working he stretched and just went to bed.

It was dark. He knew he was out but it was dark, too dark to be somewhere safe. He waited for his eyes to get accustomed to it but it never came. So Kurt was left in the dark in the middle of nowhere. He started to walk, not knowing what else to do. He walked and walked for what seemed like hours. Everything was still plain dark. It was rather boring if you'd asked Kurt. But he kept on walking, expecting something to come up at some point. He felt something fall on his cheek and his eyes fluttered. Then he felt it again.

Plop.

Plop.

Plop.

It was raining. Kurt couldn't see it but he could feel it so he started to run to escape the rain. He didn't like rain. It was ruining his hair and messing up his clothes. So he ran, to find something, anything to hide under so he could escape the rain. But it was still black and he had no idea where he was or where to go. He was completely soaked by now and suddenly he felt utterly alone. He felt like no matter what he would do, things would stay black and he wouldn't find a place to be safe.

Kurt woke up, once again in the middle of the night, the feeling of being thoroughly and utterly alone ghosting in his chest. He reached for Blaine and pressed his back against his chest so Blaine's warmth would annihilate the sensation and make him feel safe and loved. On instinct, Blaine turned around in his sleep and put his arm around Kurt, nuzzling into his hair. Kurt let Blaine's scent invade him, he let the feeling of Blaine's strong body make him feel cared for and get back to sleep.

Blaine started to worry about his boyfriend. He could tell he'd had other nightmares. For one he felt Kurt reached for him sometimes during the week and Kurt looked like he was going to fall from tiredness at any moment. He didn't know what had caused those dreams. Nothing special had occurred in the past weeks. He waited for Kurt to speak to him, knowing full well that the brunette would talk when he was ready and not when Blaine would interrogate him.

But Kurt grew distant over the next few days. They kissed less, they hugged and cuddled less, they barely talked to be honest. Kurt would either be typing furiously on his computer or cooking. And he was either over at Sebastian's or had already eaten when he came back from work, so they didn't eat together either. Blaine was sure he had done or said something to make his boyfriend that mad at him. But no matter how hard Blaine tried to reach out for Kurt, the other would just slip in between and wiggled out of reach.

Blaine's insecurities started to come back, but he knew better now than to just listen to them. It was going to be difficult but he would make Kurt talk to him. So he came really early from work and waited for Kurt to come back from wherever he'd been.

Five hours later Kurt let himself in, almost wishing for Blaine to be asleep. The whole place was in darkness so he relaxed and got rid of his coat and shoes. He went to the kitchen and turned the light on. He screamed and jumped at the sight of his boyfriend, sitting in a chair.

"Are you crazy? What the hell are you doing here? Were you trying to give me a heart attack?" Kurt yelled at Blaine, smashing his hand against his boyfriend's arm.

"I was waiting for you, Kurt. I texted you and you didn't answer. I had no idea where you were and when you would be coming home, if you were." Blaine answered calmly.

"You know I will always come home. Don't try and make me feel guilty. I'm going to bed, now." Kurt closed the fridge and moved to the door when he felt a hand around his wrist, preventing him from leaving.

"Blaine, let go."

"We need to talk, Kurt." Blaine said heavily, looking straight into Kurt's eyes.

"No, we don't. Now come to bed with me." Kurt tried to get his wrist back but apparently he had no such luck.

"We need to talk and you know it. You've been distant for no apparent reason and if I did something to upset you I need to know what it was." Blaine pleaded, pulling on Kurt's wrist to make him sit down.

"Of course you would think you did something wrong. Selfless, gentlemanly Blaine, always reporting the fault on his shoulders. But what if it was me, huh? What if I was the one to blame?" Kurt spat angrily then stormed out of the kitchen leaving a confused Blaine standing in his wake. Blaine had no other choice than to follow Kurt into the bedroom. He shut the door and stood in front of it, so Kurt wouldn't be able to leave this time.

"What do you mean, Kurt, you're the one to blame?" Kurt wasn't answering, he was folding his clothes and didn't, not one time, make eye contact with Blaine. So Blaine had no other choice than to cross the room and place his hand on Kurt's shoulder to get his attention.

"Kurt, baby. Please talk to me." Blaine tried again. Kurt burst into tears so Blaine hugged him, waiting for him to calm down so he'd be able to talk. But Kurt cried harder at the contact and at the soothing words Blaine was whispering into his ears.

"Please, Kurt. Baby, talk to me." Kurt bowed his head, took a deep breath and spoke up.

"I cheated on you."