Kurt was rushed out of the room after he alerted the nurse that Blaine was awake. Blaine had begun to panic and started shouting out questions of where he was and why. The doctor's had given him something to calm him and Kurt ran to retrieve Henry and Beth.

He didn't go back in the room. Not even when Blaine's parents said he could.

"Kurt." Henry came out into the waiting room to talk to Kurt after a short while. Kurt had refused to go anywhere near Blaine's room, but found it impossible to leave the floor. "Blaine has amnesia. He's scheduled for a brain scan in the morning to assess any possible damage. They don't know if it will be temporary or permanent, but all the same…" he trailed off.

"He doesn't remember…? Anything?" Kurt asked.

"Not me, not you… Not himself."

"So, what do we do?" The news hurt Kurt more than he could possibly imagine, but he felt he had to be strong. He held back the tears and the anger and tried to remain calm.

"The doctor suggests lots of patience, understanding, and surrounding him with familiar things." Kurt responded with a nod of his head, but Henry looked like there was more that needed to be explained. "Listen, Kurt," Henry sounded wary. "I don't know how to say this." He scratched his head. "I want you to come around the house as often as possible. Talk with him, help him, bring his homework when the time is right; be there for him."

Kurt was sensing something coming. "But…"

Henry hesitated. He had his eyes down and put his hands in his pockets the same way Blaine did when he was nervous to say something. Then he turned his eyelids up, unveiling the same honey eyes Blaine had with long brown eyelashes, and looked Kurt square in the face. "I want you to be his friend; not his boyfriend." He paused to let Kurt comprehend the information. "My son needs support right now, not romance. Maybe being in a relationship to someone he doesn't know would only confuse him and frustrate him more. I imagine it must be hard for him as it is with two parents and two other siblings that love him and dote on him when he doesn't understand why." Kurt kept his head held high, but looked away and his lip started trembling. One hand went on his hip while the other touched his hairline. He started rocking from one foot to the other. Henry put his hand on Kurt's shoulder to comfort him. "Kurt, I'm sorry. You're like family to us and I know this is hard-"

"No you don't," Kurt murmured. "You think I don't know that boy in there isn't my boyfriend? I keep thinking back to the lake when he opened his eyes. It was only for a second, but his eyes looked sad, like he knew. Like he was saying goodbye." He sighed. "Mr. Anderson, as far as I'm concerned, Blaine broke up with me before the ambulance came." He gulped. "It's just-" another gulp, "to hear it out loud-" He started nodding his head a lot. "I'm sorry. This isn't about me. It's about Blaine and what's best for him. I think you're right about him needing a friend. I can't expect him to be in a relationship that he doesn't feel comfortable in. He may not even know he's gay." Once the words were out Kurt realized that even though he said it, Kurt hadn't even thought about that part. He had an epiphany. "I'll make you a deal. I won't tell him about he and I being in a relationship and make sure no one else does either if you promise not to tell him that he's gay."

Henry tilted his head slightly, clenching his jaw for a second. He didn't wholly like this idea. "Do you know how many times he's told me that being gay is part of who he is?" Henry asked with his triangle eyebrows raised. It wasn't until last spring that he had begun to embrace Blaine as a gay man thanks to Burt Hummel.

"I know, but this is just something that he has to figure out on his own. Coming to terms with being gay is confusing and hard, but if someone tells you before you're ready, well, he might rebel against it and act out." Kurt remembered his own realization that he was gay all those years ago and remembered being thrust through the open closet by everyone else before he was ready. He did everything he could to pretend he was straight. Even after he had come out he was angry because he wanted to be straight so that he could connect with his father more. If it weren't for the situation, he would have shuddered at the memory of his clothing choices back them. Overalls were not in fashion. "Just please trust me."

Henry threw his hands up. "Okay. I trust you." Both Kurt and Henry looked upon each other and sighed. "Are you going to come back in? Re-meet him?"

Kurt chewed on his bottom lip. "No," he finally said. "I think I'm just going to go sit in the waiting room for a while. He's had a really stressful night and I'm sure he doesn't need anything else. Maybe call me when he's settled back at home?"

Henry licked his lips and sighed again. "Sure. If you're not going in, then maybe you should go home and get some rest. It's been a stressful night for you too."

"I will eventually, but I don't want to leave yet. I'll stay in the waiting room if anything happens."

The grown man pulled Kurt in for a hug. "I haven't said it yet, but thanks for helping save my son. I'll never be able to repay what you've done for this family."

"I'll never be able to repay him for what he's done for me," Kurt said as he let go of Blaine's father. "Maybe we're even."

Hours passed and Tina and Mike had gone home, knowing that Blaine was awake. Burt still remained at his son's side. "You can go see him whenever you want, you know."

"No," Kurt stated adamantly. "He needs his parents more and too much could overwhelm him right now." He didn't know if he actually believed what he said, but it was good enough to keep him from going back into that hospital room and facing the reality that the love of his life wasn't in the bed. It was a look-a-like; someone who knew nothing about how absolutely wonderful and perfect the real Blaine was and how they were meant for each other in every sense. No. Blaine was gone. His Blaine was gone. A new Blaine Anderson was waking up and he didn't belong to Kurt.

Kurt thought back to the moment Blaine opened his eyes in the hospital room. He was happy, serene. It was the same look on his face that he wore every time they woke up next to each other. It was the same face Kurt wore whenever he saw Blaine. It was one that mirrored the emotion in his heart that said "How did I get so lucky?"

He didn't feel so lucky anymore. His luck had run out and he didn't know what was worse: that Blaine no longer belonged to Kurt, or that Kurt would always belong to Blaine no matter if he remembered him or not.

"I think we should go home," Kurt offered to Burt.

"We don't have to, son. We can stay as long as you want."

"I want to go home."

"No you don't. Kurt, I know you'd rather be here with Blaine."

"That's not Blaine and he doesn't know who I am. We're strangers. Can we please just go home?" Kurt snapped

Burt nodded his head, going along with Kurt's decision because he didn't know how else to make him see reason. He knew Kurt was hurting, so he just nodded his head and said, "Okay. Let's go then." Burt watched Kurt head for the elevators while Burt headed for Blaine's room.

Henry popped out and shook Burt's hand. "Kurt's practically falling asleep on his feet, so I'm going to take him home," he lied. "I'll hope for the best for Blaine and your family."

"Thank you. I really want Kurt to come around often, so I'll be in touch soon," added Henry.

They shook hands again and Burt went off, but not before catching a glimpse of Blaine sitting up in bed. He seemed to be ignoring what Beth was saying and staring at his blanketed toes. He was deep in thought. About what, Burt didn't know, but he kept walking back to the elevators.

Kurt had already disappeared down to the first floor and headed for the car. It wasn't until he reached the safety of his bedroom with the door closed that he let it all out. He screamed into his pillow and cried himself to sleep. Blaine doesn't remember me. He doesn't remember us. I don't exist.