Blaine was quietly grading some papers, waiting for Kurt in the living room when he heard the front door open with a loud crash. Quickly after, Sebastian barged into the room like he owned the place.

"Hum, Sebastian? What are you doing here and can't you knock?"

"Ah, Elijah Wood, didn't see you behind the couch. Where's Kurt?" Blaine stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't like the way Sebastian was behaving. This wasn't his place and he had no right to talk to him the way he did.

"Look ,Sebastian, I'd appreciate it if you could knock or ring the doorbell and wait before entering this apartment. Please. Besides, Kurt isn't here and I would be forever grateful if you could talk to me politely." Sebastian looked at Blaine cautiously before stepping in his personal space and smirking at the curly man.

"You might be fucking hot, Anderson, but you are as stupid as a broomstick. You made Kurt miserable before he started having his memory back, you made him miserable after he got some of his memory back, you lied to Kurt, you get yourself involved in a relationship with someone you don't know anymore and got into in a situation that is bound to blow up in your face. I don't like that you are still lying to him even if he is getting some memories back. So don't push me. I'm here to talk to Kurt, not you. "

They stared angrily at each other, not saying a word. Kurt chose that very specific moment to come back and looked at the two men with a frown on his face.

"Hum, guys? Are you okay?" Kurt asked tentatively.

"Your boyfriend is just being stupid." Sebastian started; he stopped Kurt from saying anything and just continued. "I'm sorry for the other day, okay? I'm not sorry for what I said because I stand my ground, but for the way I did it. Subtlety and all that crap isn't my forte."

Kurt looked from Sebastian to his boyfriend and mouthed an 'are you okay?' Blaine waved at him and plopped down on the floor, still angry at Sebastian but not wanting to be involved in the conversation.

"You were just being you: arrogant and pushy. It's alright. I don't like what you said but I appreciated that you came all the way here to apologize." Kurt shrugged and led Sebastian to the kitchen so they could talk and have a snack. Kurt started to talk about his memory and his flashback. He talked a bit about the dreams but didn't want to push his luck with Sebastian and passed it quickly. He told him about the weird feeling he got every time he had a nightmare and the fact that he remembered one little afternoon.

At some point Blaine joined them in the kitchen. He lightly kissed Kurt's temple and started to cook dinner. Sebastian stopped listening to Kurt. At this point the man was just on a roll about some jeans or vest or something, nothing fascinating. Sebastian watched how Kurt lit up when Blaine entered the room, how he leant into the kiss. He also saw how much love there was in that little gesture. It was really nothing, just a domesticated silly thing, vaguely disgusting if you'd ask him, but Sebastian understood all the importance it had for Kurt. Without stopping his now full-blown rambling about shops or TV programs Kurt stood up and started to help Blaine. One was chopping and the other stirring whatever was on the pan. They didn't block each other's movement, they were sickeningly in sync. It wasn't even hard for them, they didn't have to try, it was natural. They also never stopped touching, the elbow, the legs, a quick kiss. Sebastian rolled his eyes more than once during the whole thing. Sebastian wanted to vomit at the cuteness and the love that the two men in front of him were showing. But the most important thing was that Sebastian saw happiness on Kurt's face for the first time, ever. He had seen him joyful or cheerful but never that genuinely happy.

"Bas? Do you want to stay for dinner?"

"Oh for fuck's sake, no! You two are disgusting and you're lucky I have no gag reflex. I'm out! Kurt, you'd better call me before the end of the week and this time no talking about fucking clothes!" Sebastian quickly left the room and shut the door as loudly as he opened it.

"We should get the lock changed." Blaine muttered, Kurt laughed at his boyfriend and kissed him fully on the mouth.

"He is irritating but at least he apologizes. And somehow he is a good friend." Kurt stated, not sure if he should asked what the two of them had been talking about before he arrived.

"Yeah, but I'm still getting the lock changed, first thing tomorrow."

A quick flash appeared to Kurt, he looked on his right,and a yellow-ish taxi passed quickly, too quickly. As he turned around another shot of light hit the sky, or what seemed to be the sky. It was cold and probably at night, it was dark so yeah, definitely night. Kurt could feel the rain but not see it; all he was seeing was the same yellow taxi, and flashing light. He also had this impression; like he should stop something, or do something, he wasn't even sure he could move. And then there were these feelings that shot through him. It was pain and loneliness; he could feel that he was tired and sad, cold - probably from the rain - but lonely, desperately lonely. The night was dark and Kurt again saw the flash of a taxi, some stairs,the rain and then… nothing.

Kurt woke up, frightened. He immediately reached for Blaine and hugged him, almost crushing his bones in a tight embrace. He wanted to feel Blaine, to get his love for the man passed from his body to his. Blaine sleepily hugged back and kissed Kurt's neck.

"Everything alright, baby?" Kurt shook his head and tried to calm his breath. Blaine must have sensed it because he woke up fully and laid Kurt on his back, he leaned on his elbow and start petting the journalist's hair.

"Tell me what happened." Blaine asked, placing kisses everywhere on Kurt's face to make him relax.

"It's not so much the nightmare. I mean, it is scary but it's the feelings that creeps me out. It's like my subconscious and my body are awakening and with them some memory or feelings and I don't like it. I don't know what it is; I don't know what to do with it. I'm so scared, Blaine." Kurt rolled into his boyfriend arms and hid from the world for a few seconds. "It's like my whole being is trying to tell me something, to show me something from, from before and I don't get the message. It's just cold and sadness."

"Oh, baby. Shh, I'm here, I'm right here. We'll figure it out, alright? We will figure out what those messages are, what they mean and why you had those nightmares. And every time you have them, I'll be here, I'll be catching you and I'll be here to listen to you. You don't have to face this alone. I'm, here, I'm not leaving you alone in this." Blaine promised to his sobbing boyfriend, his heart breaking for the man he was holding.

Kurt was typing furiously on the computer, scrolling and deleting. He had told Blaine that he was adding the last changes to his paper today, so Blaine had wanted to do something for his boyfriend. He waited for Kurt to really finish his paper and when the man closed the computer a broad smile on his face, Blaine knew Kurt just finished it. He grabbed a bouquet from behind his chair and handed it to Kurt.

"These are to celebrate you." Blaine simply said, hoping Kurt would get the reference.

"Red and yellow roses. Our flowers!" Kurt beamed and then threw his arms around his boyfriend's neck. They stayed tightly bounded to each other for few minutes and then Kurt disentangled himself.

"I made us dinner." Blaine added. Kurt looked at him suspiciously but didn't say a word; instead he let Blaine took the flowers from his hands and put them into a jar. Minutes later Blaine came back with two plates full of food.

"This is slow-cooked honey and sesame chicken with basmati rice." Blaine announced placing the plates in front of his and Kurt's places.

"This is why it smelled so good!" Kurt pointed and then started to eat. "Oh my god, Blaine, this is delicious."

"I'm glad you like it, it's for you. To celebrate the fact that you finished your article." Kurt smiled at him and took his hand, not letting it go for the rest of the meal. The finished with meringue blueberry pie, and once again Kurt praised Blaine for his cooking.

Blaine put on some soft music and offered his hand to Kurt.

"May I have this dance?" He asked softly. Kurt stood up and took his boyfriend hand; they danced slowly, moving from one foot to the other, swinging softly with the music.

"This is nice." Kurt said, his face nuzzling into Blaine's neck.

"I'm glad you liked it. I wanted to make something special for you tonight." Blaine confessed.

"It was lovely. You made me feel special, tonight. Thank you, love." Kurt kissed tenderly Blaine, looking deeply into his eyes.

"Anything for you, Kurt."

They cleaned quickly and after some nightly skin care routine they both fell into bed. Kurt was tracing patterns on Blaine's chest while the curly-haired man stroked Kurt's hair. They stayed silent for minutes, enjoying being with each other and communicating their love by simple gestures.

"Do you… Do you think about having children, sometimes?" Kurt wondered aloud, barely above a whisper. Blaine's hand stopped in Kurt's hair for a second before returning to its activity.

"You mean, having children with you? Yeah…" Blaine confessed before adding; "All the time."

They both returned to their silent state, letting this information sank.

"How do you see our life in ten years?" Kurt asked again.

"I want us to be married, to have one or two children, a big house and a dog. But really all I want is to be with you. In ten years, I want to be with you." Blaine stroke Kurt's hair and spoke up. "What about you? Where do you see us in ten years?"

"I see us happy. In love and happy."

Two days later the two men were sitting in the living room at night each working on their projects. Kurt had heard back from his boss and was now rewriting some part or making a few changes while Blaine was going through songs and themes and ideas for the next Glee class. The rain was pouring outside and it was one of those very dark nights where everything was gloomy and being home made you feel like you were safe.

They loved working next to each other, they didn't need to talk or to look at each other, just knowing that the other was near and there was enough. The lightening had increased over the past half hour and every time Kurt jumped at the light and the thunder after that. It made Blaine smile every time he saw his boyfriend make a jump in the air.

Suddenly a vigorous light broke the dark night and a very loud thunder roared in the silence of their flat, those two things were followed by the light going off and on very quickly.

"Oh my god." Kurt stopped typing and looked at Blaine.

"I remember… My fall, I remember it. The stairs, the rain, I was just getting out of a taxi and slipped!" Blaine was frozen on the spot, he had no idea what Kurt remembered beside the fall, maybe he also remembered… The rest.

"Well, that's not a very pleasant memory to get back." Kurt added after a few seconds of silence. Blaine cracked a fake smile but remained deadly silent. "It was raining the night I fell, maybe that's why I got this memory back, but then again it's rained a lot since I lost my memory so it's probably not that. Blaine?"

Blaine's head shot back up and he locked eyes with his boyfriend. He forced a smile on his face and tried to bury every feeling that was creeping on him right at the moment.

"That… It's not the best memory you could've got back but it's something. Right?" Blaine said tentatively, not trusting himself.

"I…Yeah, I'd rather have something else back but there is something, I don't know, off about that flashback? I mean it's clear in my head, I was walking way too fast and didn't pay attention to anything and I stupidly slipped but it's like there is something I should know about that night but I can't pinpoint what that is. I don't know if it's something or someone or …. I feel like I should remember something important but I can't. You'd tell me right? If I was missing out something important? Right?" Kurt asked, unsure. Blaine crawled closer to Kurt and took him in his arms, not able to lie to the man he loved while looking into his eyes.

"Yeah," Blaine started weakly, "I'd tell you."

It was morning and Kurt hated mornings or getting out of bed. Blaine always got up so early it was ridiculous. Who needs to wake up that early anyway? Kurt thought whilst getting out of the bed. He didn't have any appointments or meetings today so he could've stayed in bed all morning but Kurt loved having breakfast with his boyfriend.

February had just begun and even if it was fairly early the sun was bathing the whole room with light. The sky was clear blue and it was easy to say that even if it was going to be a beautiful day it would be very cold one as well. Little snowflakes were frozen beside the window and you could see all the chimneys expelling as much steam as they could. Kurt loved those mornings though, he found them so very romantic. He made his way to the kitchen and waited until the coffee brewed; he poured some in his mug and didn't hear the shower so he just deduced that Blaine would be out of the bathroom by now. Kurt went back to the room to find his boyfriend half naked and searching for a shirt. They were supposed to stay in all day today so Blaine was just looking for an old but soft shirt to go with his sweatpants.

Blaine put his shirt on and he heard a loud noise coming from the door of the room.

Kurt's mug crashed down on the floor the second Blaine put his shirt on, splashing coffee everywhere.

Blaine turned to face his boyfriend and saw what happened.

Kurt had a look of pure horror and shock on his face. One hand came to cover his mouth while the other pointed weakly at Blaine's shirt.

"That's… I remember…" Kurt started, eyes flickering between the shirt and Blaine's face. "I broke up with you."