Blaine was standing in front of a large building. He looked down at the piece of paper in his hands to confirm the address and looked up again. So, this was where Kurt was living. Blaine reached the top of the stairs and glared back at them before pushing open the door and stepping into a hall made of glass and marble. He made his way around to find the elevator to reach the fifth floor. Once again following the indication on the paper Blaine find the door of Kurt's apartment. He lightly pushed it, took a deep breath and stepped in.

The apartment was, well, very Kurt-y. Blaine followed the corridor and found the living room which was a mix of grey walls and white furniture. On the right sat a large couch and two love chairs; on his left was the kitchen. Blaine made his way to the couch and examined the table in front of it. The most recent issue of Vogue was sporting large coffee stains. Kurt's computer sat open, his sheets were scattered and lots of pens were dispersed across the table. Blaine cautiously sat and looked around him. Kurt lived here. Kurt sat on this couch and watched TV. Kurt probably worked on this couch as well. And suddenly Blaine felt like he was invading Kurt's space. This place belonged to a Kurt he didn't know; he had no right to even be here, let alone do what he was going to do. Blaine closed his eye and pinched his nose in an attempt to clear his mind, and he thought about why he was doing this.

Kurt. Kurt was the reason. Kurt's memory, to be precise. He was here to put some of his stuff in Kurt's flat so it looked like Blaine had spent lots of time here already because he was Kurt's boyfriend. He had been told that while he was putting his things in Kurt's flat, Burt would fill out all the papers to let Kurt out of the hospital and that they would met here when it was sorted.

Blaine took out one of his magazines and a book, throwing them unceremoniously on the table. Blaine tilted his head looking at his book and magazine. This wouldn't do. He grabbed them and tried putting them under Kurt's Vogue. That wasn't working either. He put the magazine on one end of the table and the book on the other end. It looked weird as well. He tried to place one on the table and the other on the couch. That was even weirder.

God, Blaine. Get a grip! Its one fucking magazine and a book, for Christ's sake!

Blaine took a deep breath and positioned the book on the chair and the magazine on top of Kurt's computer before making his way to the kitchen. He put his mugs and cookies in the cupboard and his beer pack in the fridge. None of this felt right. He had the feeling that he was violating someone's privacy. He didn't steal the key and he knew the owner of the place but it still didn't make this right. . Now Kurt wouldn't approve of that. Blaine was feeling like an intruder. Blaine fought the lump in his throat and went back to the entrance. One door opened to a closet where he hung his jacket. He then opened the opposite door. Kurt's bedroom.

Blaine walked into the room with his eyes closed. As he continued further without looking he knocked into something and fell gracelessly, forcing his eyes to flutter open and look. The room was small but homey. Kurt's bed was huge, taking almost all the floor space. The bed was unmade, clothes were everywhere and papers were spread out the floor. Blaine stood up and inspected the bed trying to figure out which side was Kurt's. Both sides of the bed looked used. Blaine didn't think about that too much, not wanting to jump to any conclusion. He tried the left side first, opening the top drawer on the bedside table and closed it so quickly that the whole nightstand shook. Blaine's heart sped up and the temperature of the room dropped. Blaine re-opened the drawer. The three dildos, the numerous packs of condoms and tube of lube were still here. What was he supposed to do with these? Urgh! He could not touch them, but in the meantime he didn't want Kurt to find them as well. It wasn't kinky per se but the nineteen year old Kurt never would've bought a dildo, and the last thing Blaine wanted was to give Kurt's imagination little help. Blaine took a deep breath and opened the closet. Finding an old shoes box he quickly stuffed the items inside and closed it again, hiding it under the bed. That wasn't the best hiding place but Kurt was still in casts so he had time before Kurt could crawl under there.

Blaine shivered, thinking what he put in the box, and then remembered his bag. He spread his pajamas on the bed and scattered some of his sheets for his classes around the place – and then he froze. Just next to where he placed his worksheet was a very used condom.

You've got to be kidding me! Oh wait… He has a boyfriend, he has a boyfriend and he doesn't remember him. Of course he has a boyfriend - it's Kurt!

Before Blaine had time to be in full panic mode, the front door opened. Blaine threw his bag on the floor to hide the condom and rush to the hall to helped Burt.

"Hi Blaine. Can you help me?" Burt clutched the hospital bag under his arm awkwardly as he pushed Kurt inside on his wheelchair.

"Sure, let me take that for you." Blaine took the bag and disappeared to the bedroom without meeting Kurt or Burt's gazes one second. He was trying to collect himself when he heard Kurt calling after him.

"Blaine? Babe, can you come here to help me?" Blaine made his way to the living room, his head down and a frown on his lips.

"Hi, honey! Can I have a good morning kiss?" Kurt asked smiling brightly.

"I don't think this is a good idea, Kurt," Blaine said, stressing Kurt's name. "What did you want from me?" Kurt seemed confused by Blaine behavior but didn't say a thing.

"I just wanted to see you. I missed you this morning and I couldn't wait to be with you, that's it." Kurt answered warmly and almost whispering like he was saying something wrong. At the answer Blaine looked up and met Kurt's eyes. He seemed so little in his wheelchair: his blue eyes were almost watery and they looked so sad. Blaine couldn't help but feel that it was his fault. He shouldn't have talk to Kurt so coldly. This Kurt didn't know he had a real boyfriend, this Kurt didn't throw used condoms around his room but most importantly: Kurt, no matter which version of him, wasn't his. He had no right to be jealous or to feel betrayed. He wasn't Kurt's boyfriend, not really, and he was here to help while Kurt was in recovery. That was it. He had to talk to Burt about it though.

"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have talked to you like that. It was a difficult morning; I'm sorry - really sorry." Burt chose this moment to come back to the living room, mugs in hand.

"You alright, Blaine? You didn't seem too good when we arrived."

"Oh no, I'm good… But, um, I need to talk to you, Burt." Burt nodded and followed Blaine to kitchen. They closed the doors and lowered their voices to a whisper.

"Burt, I… Well, um… Why didn't you tell me that Kurt has a boyfriend? This situation can't really please him."

"What are you talking about? Kurt doesn't have a boyfriend." Burt didn't say more, he knew Kurt didn't have a boyfriend and hadn't had one since Blaine. He also knew that his son had multiple partners but didn't want to think too much about it. He also didn't think this was something Blaine should know.

"Oh , but, um, well…Are you sure?" Burt stared at Blaine, assured.

"Yes Blaine, I'm sure. Don't worry about some man poking his head into the apartment and claiming being Kurt's boyfriend." Blaine didn't seem completely happy with Burt's answer but dropped the subject anyway.

"Okay. I was just…making sure. I put some of my stuff around the place and I found a spare blanket so I'll be able to sleep on the couch tonight… Or I could just go back to my place!" Blaine winced while quickly adding the last part. He didn't want to impose.

"Kurt is not going to be happy if you go back to your place the first night he is out of the hospital. You can stay here. Plus, I'll show you how to help him clean. I'll call someone to help him during the day while you're working. And we need to talk about something else, but later today." With that Burt let himself out of the room and went back to his son.

In the bedroom Blaine put on some sweats. If he was going to stay the day, he could at least try to be comfortable and it would look like he felt at home in Kurt's apartment - like it was a normal occurrence for him. Taking some of his papers to work on, he returned to the others. Burt and Kurt were in deep conversation. He sat in a chair facing them, staying awkwardly quiet.

"What are those papers?" Kurt finally asked.

"This is some test I need to grade and I need to find ideas for the next glee club class." Blaine didn't look thrilled at this idea. Burt was watching the match that was on TV silently, letting Blaine and Kurt talking and giving Blaine time to adjuste to the situation while being sure the kid didn't do anything suspicious.

"And don't you like teaching glee club?" Kurt looked confused. Music always had been such a huge part of Blaine's life. He used it to express his feelings and he let himself drown into music to get the strength he needed and come back to real world. Blaine needed music and loved it, but teaching it didn't seem to be very appealing to him.

"Oh well, no, I… I really enjoy teaching music and glee club. I just..." Blaine put down his work and came closer to Kurt. This way he didn't need to yell to be sure Kurt would hear him. Kurt tilted his head and smiled at Blaine. Blaine let out a breath and told Kurt truthfully.

"I just really don't know what I'm doing." Blaine hadn't meant to be that honest. He wasn't proud of how he was teaching his classes and he certainly didn't want Kurt to know that. It was humiliating enough that he poured his heart out like that; he wasn't going to reveal everything else. Kurt was still a stranger to him. But it felt like he could talk to him about everything and anything. He had no boundaries with Kurt, and that alone scared him to no end.

"I really don't know what I'm doing and I don't know what I want to teach them. I'm the teacher and I have no idea where my lessons are going." Kurt looked warmly at Blaine, and with his able arm he reached to take his hand. Blaine froze at the action and relaxed when Kurt started to draw circles in his palm with his thumb.

Burt chose that moment to stand up and loudly suggest that Kurt should rest. They brought Kurt to the bedroom, Blaine running ahead to push the clothes out of the way and quickly looking around to check if there was anything else that needed to be hidden. They settled Kurt on the bed and then retreated to the living room.

"Okay, Blaine. We need to talk," Blaine looked sheepishly at Burt before nodding, "I am going to go back to Lima very soon. I thought I could stay here and look after him, reason with him into letting me stay so we wouldn't have to leave you alone with him. But the kid is nothing but determined. He grew suspicious when I told him that you didn't need to know how to help him clean himself because I'll do it all the time. I know I am asking a lot of you but would you mind moving in more permanently with Kurt to keep up the pretense for a little while? I'll hire a nurse so you won't have to take care of him." Blaine's eyes almost popped out of his head. Burt was going to leave him alone with Kurt. Sure, he wouldn't have to do so much but still: How can someone put enough trust in him to leave his son alone with him? But he had to do it. He couldn't let Kurt down.

"Of course, I'll do it. I'll stay here."

"Good. Thank you so much Blaine. I don't know how to tell you how grateful I am. But I need to set some rules. You are going to pretend to be his boyfriend, so maybe at some point this is going to be very confusing for you. But remember that this is all play pretend. So I don't want you to sleep in the same bed than Kurt nor do I want you to have sex with him." Both Burt and Blaine winced at that, before collecting themselves. "But for the sake of the pretense I think you can hug him and if it's really necessary kiss him. But not making out!" This discussion was less than comfortable but at least Blaine knew the limits to the pretense.

"I'm trusting you with my son, Blaine. Okay?" Burt looked intimidating and Blaine gulped and nodded again. Burt spent the rest of the day watching TV, Blaine sat grading tests. Kurt was still sleeping when dinner time arrived so they just ate in silence.

As Blaine was eating he tried to process everything that had happened. He had moved in with his ex-boyfriend, was going to be alone with him and live in the same apartment with him, share everything like a real boyfriend would. Not only that, he had also found a rather large collection of condoms. He had numerous embarrassing conversations with Burt, who was putting his son in his care. This was overwhelming. Blaine's life was calm. Calm and clean. Nothing ever happened to him anymore. He grew to love the monotony of his life. The loneliness and emptiness weren't so suffocating anymore. This was. All the people talking to him, expecting things from him, surrounding him and looking at him – it was oppressive. He needed something but had no idea what. So many emotions were crushing him that his chest felt constricted. But still he had no idea how to let all of this out in order to see the situation clearly.

Burt made his way to Kurt's room. He cleaned him for the night, helped him with his skin care, although not without lots of yelling and bickering. He then gave Blaine the number of his hotel, his cellphone number, and told him he would return in the morning by 10. He then left.

Blaine sat down on the floor to collect his thoughts.

"Blaine?" Kurt's soft voice pierced the heavy silence. Blaine stepped into the bedroom and made his way to Kurt's bedside.

"Do you need anything?" Blaine was proud of him, for the first time his voice hadn't croaked and could be interpreted as calm.

"I was wondering when you'd be coming to bed. I'm not going to be able to stay up for long and I'd really like to fall asleep with you here." Kurt looked at Blaine expectantly. His pleading blue eyes didn't help Blaine's cause.

"I'm sorry Kurt; I can't sleep in bed with you. I might hurt you during the night and I don't want that. I am going to sleep on the couch for as long as you have the cast." Kurt looked so sad and crushed; Blaine wanted to see him smile again but he had to deny him.

"Can you at least kiss me good night? Since I woke up all you've done is hold my hand." If Blaine thought Kurt's face before was sad, his expression now was heartbreaking. It looked like Kurt thought Blaine didn't want to kiss him, when really Blaine was fighting against himself not to. If he kissed him the first night they were alone he knew he would break all the rules quickly and he couldn't let that happen. For both him and Kurt. So he didn't kiss Kurt on the lips, but instead kissed his forehead. He could have sworn that whilst closing the door he heard Kurt sobbing.

The next morning Blaine woke up after hitting the floor pretty hard. It took a few minutes for him to remember where he was and what he was doing there. It took him a further ten minutes to find the coffee maker and an extra five more to find what he needed to make coffee. It was 9.30, Burt would be here soon. Blaine quietly checked on Kurt and found him still sleeping. He then sat on the couch and waited for Burt. Waiting was good, waiting was calming. It was all he needed.

When Burt arrived he informed Blaine that a nurse would be coming the day after so Blaine could go back to work. After waking up Kurt, Burt showed Blaine how to help the brunette. It was a very awkward situation and the three men were blushing furiously by the end of it. At least it was done. They laid Kurt on the couch and Burt took a chair. At noon Burt explained which pills Kurt was to take at lunch and which one were for the nighttime – not that Blaine would have to do it that much since the nurse would be here. The rest of the day was spent watching television and chatting. When night came, Burt let Blaine alone with Kurt as he had done the night before.

Kurt called Blaine again. He asked for a goodnight kiss again. Blaine, just like the night before, kissed Kurt lightly on the forehead and made his way out. This time he was sure that he had heard Kurt crying.

Blaine was rushing out the building few minutes after Burt had arrived. He was going to be late for work, he was sure of it.

Burt had arrived a bit late and was now waiting for the nurse. She came around 9 and they chat amicably while filling the papers. They talked about Kurt, his medicine, his memory loss, the cast and the hospital. The nurse took care of Kurt but not without Burt being here to make sure everything was okay.

"Dad, can you let Anita do her job! She is more than qualified to look after me while Blaine's working and you being here makes me uncomfortable!" Burt mumbled something incoherent and closed the door behind him.

"Thank, dear" Anita said with a smile "Relatives are always so protective so it's difficult to get rid of them". They both chuckled as she finished cleaning Kurt's wounds.

Kurt had been sure that it would be embarrassing to be helped so much by someone he didn't know, but Anita was very pleasant and trustworthy. For the rest of the day Kurt settled down and chatted to his dad and nurse.

Hours later Blaine came back from work, frowning and looking exhausted, but he quickly changed moods when he met Anita. They made small talk and then the nurse left . Burt, Kurt and Blaine ate together and Burt, for the first time, let Blaine settle Kurt in bed.

"Dad, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Yeah, sure kiddo," Burt said, closing the door, "What's up?"

"I… It's Blaine." Burt tightened his fist and looked ready to kill.

"What about Blaine?"

"He… nothing, I was being stupid. Can you ask him to come in?" Burt looked suspiciously at Kurt and shrugged before calling Blaine. He said his goodbyes and let himself out of the flat.

Blaine entered the bedroom and sat on the verge of the bed.

"How are you Kurt?"

"I'm okay. Anita seems really nice and I am so glad she's my nurse! It could've been worse. How was your day?"

"It was okay, I guess."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, no I'm fine."

"Can I ask you a favor, honey?" Kurt looked unsure and only continued after Blaine nodded. "Could you sing to me…like you used to do? Do we still sing to each other?"

Blaine sat back a little farther away from Kurt. He looked like he wanted to run away and never come back, Kurt thought.

"Um… I don't really feel like singing Kurt, I… I don't know. Uh… I-I'll think about it okay?" He kissed Kurt on the forehead once again and escaped the room as quickly as he could.

Blaine didn't know what to do. Kurt was pushing him. He was pushing beyond Blaine's boundaries and beyond his comfort zone. He unknowlingly asked exactly for what Blaine couldn't give to him, and every time Blaine refused something to Kurt it hurt him more than he could ever have imagined. To complete it all, his day had been atrocious. He had faced a mutiny in glee club and had to cancel the lesson. Blaine was failing. He couldn't handle several situations at the same time. He wasn't able to give Kurt all the attention he needed and be an almost decent teacher. He couldn't concentrate in class with his mind always with Kurt. It was the first day and Blaine was drowning. He didn't know what to do but couldn't admit that he wasn't able to deal with both situations. He was utterly alone and completely lost. He was also broken by the mere sight of Kurt. He knew he wasn't going to be able to say no to this goodnight kiss for long.

For the rest of the week the days were pretty much the same. Blaine would wait for Burt or Anita to arrive before leaving for work. Burt, Anita and Kurt would spent the day chatting or watching TV. At the end of the day Blaine would join them and they would eat together. Carole had to get back to Lima quickly after Kurt was let out of the hospital because she couldn't take any more days off work. So, it was just the three of them.

Finally, Friday night was upon them and it was Burt's last night in New York before he needed to fly back. He had a long talk with Kurt about the memory loss, his job and had answered all the questions Kurt could have. He then had another conversation with Blaine. It didn't last long, and soon left to say goodbye to his son after making Kurt promise to call every day. He bid farewell to Blaine too, trying to sound intimidating and nice at the same time. Blaine closed the door behind Burt and let himself slide down the door and onto the floor.

He was now completely alone with Kurt. Well, not completely since Anita was here. Then again, she was only during the week. That weekend Kurt and Blaine were alone.

"Blaine?" Kurt's voice snapped Blaine out of his daydream.

"Yes?"

"Is he gone?"

"Yes, Burt just left. Do you want me to call him?"

"No, silly. I was just making sure we were alone." Blaine frowned: why would Kurt want to make sure they were alone? "Come on, Blaine, please, sit on the bed with me."

Blaine did as he was told, and, as usual, Kurt asked for his good night kiss. Blaine was leaning in to kiss Kurt's forehead when he felt Kurt's hand grabbing his shirt and tugging him closer. Their faces were so close that he could feel Kurt's warm breath on his skin and could smell Kurt's body wash. Kurt looked straight into Blaine's eyes and whispered to him.

"Now that we are all alone, maybe you could take care of me and be my personal nurse? What do you think?" Blaine's throat was suddenly very dry. "It appears that I might have a little problem that needs to be taking care of." Blaine swallowed with difficulty and retreated from Kurt hand. He didn't trust his voice and so he simply shook his head.

Kurt's behavior shifted instantly and a look of dejection appeared on his face. Blaine didn't know if Kurt really looked smaller than before but he was sure that if Kurt didn't have the cast on he would have rolled up into a ball.

"Leave me alone, Blaine, please." Blaine tried to talk, to tell Kurt that he wanted it; he wanted to kiss him everywhere, anywhere, to say yes to every desire Kurt might have, to stay in bed with him and to sing to him… But he couldn't do that. "Blaine, please, just…. Leave." Kurt seemed so rejected and upset, but Blaine didn't trust himself in that moment. So, he just exited the room and settled on the couch, putting the blanket over his head.

He wanted to go back to the room, to hug him and tell him how beautiful he was and how much he wanted him. But this wasn't the real Kurt. The real Kurt didn't want him and Blaine couldn't let himself fall for the trick. He knew the moment he let himself fall even a little bit he would be lost in it all. So he had to fight against his feelings. He couldn't give Kurt everything he thought he wanted. But in the end that was for the best.

Right?