So that night, Blaine slept in their bed; because he was Kurt's boyfriend and boyfriends sleep in each other beds. They slept tangled in each other, every inch of their body touching. When Blaine woke up he was more rested than he has ever been, he felt safe and home. He was Kurt's and Kurt's was his. Everything felt right in the world.

The rest of the weekend passed and when Monday came, Blaine kissed Kurt sweetly before going to work. Kurt had lots of plans for his day. He needed to make a list and start working on it. He would have to get in touch with his manager, wanted to try to write an article for the magazine and get a new phone. It seemed that he couldn't find his old phone and apparently Blaine had no idea where it could be. Kurt picked up the phone and dialed the magazine.

"Melody Jones' office, how can I help you?"

"Hello, I'm Kurt Hummel –"

"Oh my god, Kurt! How are you? I tried to call you on your cellphone after the accident but of course it was off so I left a message, but you never called me back and because I didn't want to intrude I didn't call you on your phone at home. But we were all speculating about when you'll give news because it's been a long time since you're out of the hospital. Yes, I know when you were let out, don't ask me how, a good secretary has her own way, we are like superheroes…" Kurt blanked out for a moment. It was like talking to a Rachel Berry on crack. Well, not really talking because he hadn't been able to say a single word. "… and then Paul told me how he got hold of those amazing boots we saw last month in a tiny shop in Soho – "

"I'm sorry to interrupt you and please don't be offended but I don't remember you and I would like to talk to my superior. Please."

"You don't… Oh, of course! I'm so stupid, you've lost your memory! Silly me. Wait a minute, Melody just got out of a meeting. I'll talk to you later Kurt. I have so many things to tell you!"

Kurt had no idea who he just talked to, but he was glad to know that he, at least, had a friend at work.

"Melody Jones speaking. Kurt, is that you?"

"Hello. And yes, that's me."

"Oh thank God. How are you, Kurt?" Kurt felt a little guilty for not calling his job before. People seemed to care for him.

"I'm good, thanks. I was in a stairs accident. I had a broken leg and arms but the doctors just removed my cast so I'm okay now."

"I'm glad to hear that. Your father called me some weeks ago to explain it all. How is your memory doing?"

Kurt winced at the question. He didn't like to talk about it. He had no control over his memory and needless to say that it wasn't doing anything since he didn't remember a single thing.

"Not so good. I still don't remember anything. But I wanted to talk to you about it, somehow. I'd like to keep my job, if it's possible. I know it's a long shot and I know you have more to do than keeping a writer that can't write but I read my articles. All of them. And I'd like to try. Maybe we could work together on them. So I could improve quickly and get back to work rapidly."

"I don't know, Kurt" Melody sigh loudly before adding "I mean, of course you are keeping your job. But are you sure you want to get back at it right now? You need to recover and work on your health before anything else. Your job will still be available later, you know."

"I didn't know, but I want to work. I want to try and get better at writing. It is my job and I want to try my best. Losing my memory isn't a really good excuse to be lazy."

"And hello to you too, Kurt! You sound just like your old self. Okay, well, I don't really have time now; write an article about something, anything and then we'll work on it together. Do you still have my email address?"

Kurt took Melody's email address and hung up. He was relieved to say the least. He thought it would be much more complicated to convince his boss to let him keep his job even if he was completely incompetent. Fortunately she seemed rather nice and willing to help him. Now all he had to do was find something to write on. He sat on the couch, paper and pen in hand and started thinking. Half an hour later the page was still blank. Kurt sighed and decided to go buy his new phone. Maybe he'd find inspiration on the street. Of course nothing significant happened and Kurt fought all day to find something remotely interesting to write about.

When Blaine let himself in later that night he found a rather angry Kurt in the middle of the living room.

"Hum, hello. You okay there?" He asked timidly.

"No! How did I do it before? Everything is boring, nothing is interesting and my paper is blank, Blaine, blank!" Kurt shouted.

Blaine giggled at his boyfriend and came closer. He hugged Kurt tightly and, without letting him go, looked at him pensively.

"Come cook with me, we're going to find an idea together. Okay? Just like you helped me with glee club." Kurt mumbled something incoherent and followed Blaine in the kitchen. He sat on a stool and pouted until Blaine noticed him again.

"Stop pouting, Kurt" Blaine smiled at him and start cooking, "Okay, first things first, do you know what you want to write about?"

"Well yes, this is why I have so many things written on my sheet."

"Okay then, do you want to write something funny and light or state something?" Blaine didn't seem to be able to stop smiling at his boyfriend's behavior and the situation in itself was all very domestic. Sorting a problem together, as a couple in their kitchen, whilst Blaine was cooking for both of them. It didn't feel weird, quite the contrary, it felt like Blaine had finally found the place where he belonged and where happiness wasn't completely out of reach.

"I have no idea. I'm going to talk about skin problems after putting up with a cast. That should be interesting."

It was clear to Blaine that Kurt only wanted to whine and that they wouldn't solve anything. So he just listened to the brunette while they ate. They went to bed and like the night before didn't let go of each other.

On Tuesday morning Kurt turned his papers and pen around, eyeing them like they were going to attack him. He knew he should just sit down and write something, anything, but,oh, it seemed that he had so many things to do all of a sudden. So he called his father for almost an hour, then he cleaned the kitchen until it was spotless, he did some yoga and the exercises he was supposed to do for his arm and leg, thought about something he wanted to cook and so went grocery shopping. In the middle of the afternoon Kurt still hadn't touched his paper but he accomplished much more than he thought he would that morning . He was in the middle of cleaning the bedroom, because he really had to do it now, when the vacuum shot something under the bed. Kurt turned off the machine and laid down on the floor, to reach the box. It was a simple shoe box and he had no idea what this thing was doing here. He was about to stand up and toss the box in his closet, but he took it in his hand and heard things rolling inside. He sat down and opened it, curious to see what was there.

"Oh, shit." Kurt shouted, quickly closing the box. He took a big breath and opened it once again. Inside dildos, lube and condoms were mixed together. Kurt's eyes grew wider. Were those his? Or maybe it belonged to him and Blaine? But it couldn't be just his, there were too many of them and different sizes of condoms so it had to be his and Blaine's. But then why would they have those things here, under the bed? And if they used them why was Blaine so reluctant to be intimate with him? This discovery made Kurt uncomfortable. He couldn't see himself using those but then he knew absolutely nothing about their sex life now. Maybe Blaine was giving Kurt space and he was just waiting for Kurt to be ready. But Kurt had made a move before. Granted, he was in cast. He just had to try again then. Surprisingly this thought made him nervous. He needed advice. After all flirting with men wasn't his strong point. He was going to need Sebastian's advice. They had spent very little time together and hadn't talked much on the phone but Kurt knew he could rely on Sebastian. It was becoming real for him that Sebastian somehow was his friend. So, grudgingly, Kurt called Sebastian with his new phone.

"Yes, what?"

"Pleasure to talk to you, Sebastian. How are you?"

"Kurt?"

"Yes, who else?"

"Well, Paige Collins, numerous men call me on that phone so it could have been anyone. What do you want? Problem with Flynn Rider?" Sebastian asked, smiling to himself at the joke.

"Could you just stop assuming who tops and bottoms in mine and Blaine's relationship? This is getting old."

"No. So who's bottoming?"

"That's hum… sort of why I'm calling you actually." Kurt fidgeted on the couch, glad that Sebastian couldn't see him.

"Are you two having sex?" Sebastian seemed angry and annoyed.

"No, we're not. And I kind of …." Kurt took a deep breath and blurted out, "I need advice to get Blaine to have sex with me."

"So you're telling me that Hobbit isn't trying to put a ring on it while playing Flynn Rider?"

"Hum, what?" Because really, what? Kurt had no idea what Sebastian was talking about.

"Urgh, I forgot you were a blushing virgin again. This is no fun. I was talking about cockrings, Kurt. Google it later. So your problem is that you're not having sex. Right?"

"I'm not a virgin, thank you very much. And yes, we're not having sex and I don't know how to…"

"So you want me to help you have sex with Blaine?"

"Yes." Kurt answered in a whisper. What a stupid idea. Seriously, Sebastian of all people? He tried to sleep with Blaine for Christ's sake, what was I thinking? Kurt thought

"I won't help you Kurt. Not because I don't want you to have a beautiful and kinky sex life. Because trust me, you had one, surprisingly enough. But I don't think you should have sex with Blaine."

"I told you about my sex life with Blaine?" Kurt frantically asked.

Shit, shit, shit, shit. Shit. Sebastian yelled at himself. "No, I'm just guessing after seeing you walking some morning. Now, don't have sex with Blaine. Don't have sex, because you will get pregnant and die. That's it."

"Okay, Sebastian. You're making way too much pop culture reference this morning. Could you just be serious? And just a friendly reminder: I'm not a girl. And seriously, you're not gonna help me have sex? You of all people?"

"Yes, me of all people. Don't have sex with Blaine. Not until you have your memory back. You don't know who you are, you don't know yourself anymore. Wait a bit. And if it's still what you want then go for it. But I am not helping you there because I think that's a terrible idea."

"Fine! This is useless. I shouldn't have called you anyway."

"Then hang up." Sebastian retorted

"Fine." And so Kurt did. He was angry at Sebastian. He thought they were friends. And Sebastian knew how to get men in his bed. Why would he think it was such a bad idea to have sex with his boyfriend? And didn't he want to help? Kurt would just have to do it by himself then.

Blaine came back from work a bit late that night. He had been working on his glee classes. And he came to the conclusion that he wanted to show them what they could do or put together with a little work. But for that he was going to need Kurt.

He let himself in and found Kurt on the couch, watching TV and much less angry than the night before.

"Hello, there. You had a good day?" Blaine wondered, removing his jacket and gloves.

"I did lots of things, yes. I think I just procrastinated from doing my article by doing numerous other things."

"Hey, Kurt. It's alright. You can't expect to instantly know what you want to write about. This is a process that takes time. Don't think too much about it and inspiration will strike! I promise." Blaine finished, kissing Kurt tenderly.

"I made dinner if you're hungry."

"Do you want to eat in the living room?" Blaine shouted from the kitchen.

"Yes please." Blaine came back to Kurt with two plates in hands, knives and forks between his teeth.

"Careful with those. I don't want you to get hurt. One deadly trip to the hospital every ten years is enough." Kurt took the cutlery out of Blaine's mouth and put it on the table. "So tell me about your day."

"You know how your last idea for glee was a success? Well I'd like to show them what could be done when you put some effort and time into it. So I was thinking that maybe you could help me a bit?" Blaine questioned, though not without putting his fork into his mouth greedily.

"Sure, what do you need me for?"

"I was thinking about putting together some of the best performances of the New Directions into a mini movie. Make them watch it and then propose a competition based on a theme." Blaine answered, looking tentatively at Kurt.

"That's a brilliant idea! Of course I'll help you! I think the Youtube page still exists. We should download the videos from there. Blaine, this is really a good idea."

"I'm just trying to find something to involve them a bit." Blaine shrugged like it was nothing.

"Blaine, you put effort into it, you took time to think about it and to come up with a wonderful idea. Don't treat it like it was nothing. Be proud of yourself, of what you're trying to do." Kurt smiled at him and came closer, putting a hand on his thigh and leaning to kiss Blaine. Kurt captured Blaine's bottom lip and sucked on it a little, allowing a moan to escape. He leaned further, making Blaine lie on the floor, putting his hands higher on Blaine thigh. Blaine's hand flew to Kurt's hair, keeping him close and kissing him fervently.

"We should stop, the food –" Blaine tried

"No, I don't care about the food, Blaine." Blaine took Kurt's hand in his, making him stand up.

"Kurt," Blaine started, shaking his head, "not now. Okay?"

"Fine. Eat then." Kurt stood up and made his way to the kitchen before shutting the doors of the bathroom loudly.

Blaine sighed and put his head in his hands, wondering if Kurt will now try to have sex with him all the time.

They didn't talk about it that night. Instead they settled together in bed, watching old videos of the New Directions on Blaine's computer and writing down which one they were going to use for the mini film. When they finished watching all the videos they turned off the light and pulled the comforter higher. They cuddled and kissed for a few more minutes before falling asleep.

It was like a new life for both of them. For Blaine because he never thought he'd be able to live like that with anyone and especially with Kurt, beautiful, amazing Kurt. And for Kurt because it was like learning the code of a life he knew he had but didn't remember.