1:00 PM

"Okay, I got one," Tina started. "Would you rather get thousands of paper cuts all over your body, or get shot once?" She rolled the dice and moved her little tin dog five spaces over.

"Tina, I own that property. You owe me twenty five dollars," Kurt reported. Tina, Mike, Kurt, Artie, Zach, and Blaine were all playing Monopoly at Blaine's house Saturday afternoon. It had been four days since Blaine recovered his memory.

Tina handed over the colorful dollar bills that passed for monopoly money. "I'd rather get shot," Mike answered. "Because, think about it. If you get a paper cut, it stings whenever you touch water and it lasts for days. Paper cuts take nothing to re-open and you wouldn't be able to stand taking a shower or bath."

Artie rolled the dice and moved his cannon piece over three spaces. "I'd also go with the gun shot because you get shot, get patched up, and it's over with."

"Yeah, but a gun shot does damage to whatever it hits," Blaine added and gave Artie the property card that he landed on and purchased. "I'd rather suffer with stinging paper cuts for a week than a gun shot wound that could potentially kill me or harm something important."

"Does the bullet hit something important?" Artie asked Tina. "Because I'm already paralyzed.

"No," she answered. "Um, think upper shoulder where it's mostly all muscle and tissue."

"I'd still go with the gun shot," Artie continued. "Plus, it'd be a great bar conversation to pick up the ladies."

"Kurt, can you please help me in the kitchen?" Blaine asked. "I'm going to get more snacks.

"Sure."

Both boys stood up and walked out of the room, while the three teens continued to through out Would You Rather questions.

"I hope this isn't a ploy to get me alone and have sex in the kitchen," Kurt said with his eyebrows raised. He was still iffy about being too physical, especially after the other night.

Blaine chuckled. "No. Not after that last time. I can't believe we got away with that."

"Well it helps that Jared is sort of oblivious and you were hiding underneath the counter."

"Oh, he wasn't oblivious. He was just being nice and didn't want to make you uncomfortable. He knew exactly what was going on."

"No. Don't tell me that. I won't be able to look at him again." Kurt's face blushed a brilliant pink.

"No worries. He was cool about it."

"How'd you know that he knew?"

"He met me in the hallway that night and nonchalantly told me to brush my teeth because I didn't want to get sperm breath. I was almost offended because I thought he was making fun of me, but then he added 'Kurt looked a little flushed in the kitchen, don't you think? Oh wait, you couldn't know that because you weren't in the kitchen, were you?' I knew right then that he knew. I apologized and he laughed, saying it was fine and at least I was the performer because it would have been weirder to catch his brother with his dick out in the kitchen. I'm not so sure because I've seen my brother naked. You know, locker rooms and saunas and stuff at the country club. I mean, it's gross because he's my brother and all, but I'd rather deal with uncomfortable eye aversion than see him pleasuring some chick."

Kurt palmed his face with both hands and groaned. "Oh man."

Blaine smiled and rubbed his back. "It's fine, really. Don't think about it." There was silence for a minute while Kurt let his face turn back to a normal hue. Blaine held on to of Kurt's wrists and brought his hands down to Kurt's sides. He noticed the only thing on Kurt's wrists was a single watch. "How come you don't wear the bracelet I got you anymore?"

"The one from Tiffany's?" Blaine nodded his head. "It broke. Well, one of the links did and I haven't had a chance to get it fixed."

"Bring it to me some other time, I'll send it out for you."

"No it's okay. I'll take care of it."

"Nonsense. I bought it. I'll get it fixed." Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes as he opened up a cupboard and pulled out Oreo cookies. "I want to take you out tonight."

"I thought we were staying in?"

"We always stay in."

"Not true. According to your memory, last week we went on a double date."

"Yeah and it ended with me getting amnesia for two months and my parents never letting me out of the house again. Come on, please? I want to take you out."

Kurt rolled his eyes again. "You just want to go out. It has nothing to do with wanting to take me out. Besides, you parents said-"

"They aren't even here! They're away at that college thing for Claire and I feel like a caged animal."

"Who is constantly in heat these days."

Blaine grinned wide. "Can you blame me?" He approached Kurt and cupped his hands behind his boyfriend and held his ass. "You wear pants that leave nothing to the imagination and my imagination has you spread out naked on my bed."

"Did that already, remember? The doctor told you no, but you seduced me anyway."

It was clear Blaine found this amusing. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face, showing his teeth, and the sparkle in his eyes. "Do you ever get tired of telling me no? You argue the point and then give in anyway. Why not just go with it? We'll go out, have some dinner, and then come and have a quiet night."

Kurt put his hands on Blaine's shoulders. Blaine was right. That's always how things went. Blaine gave Kurt whatever he wanted; he was spoiled that way, but Kurt could never really say no to Blaine. He'd say no over and over while giving him exactly what he wanted. Like the other night. Blaine was begging to have sex and while Kurt kept saying no, he gave in and let Blaine do as he pleased. Now, he'd do the same thing. He'd argue and say no because Blaine's parents expect them to stay in the house, but in the end he'd just go along with whatever Blaine wanted because getting out of the house was important to him. "Okay fine."

"Really?" Blaine asked excitedly.

"Yes, really."

Blaine let go of Kurt and started clapping and jumping up and down like a child. He gave a quick peck on Kurt's cheek. "Can you make that really awesome lemonade you made a few weeks- um…" Blaine stalled and corrected himself. "That time our dads had that football viewing party with the guys from the shop and my dad's law firm?"

Kurt smiled. "Sure, do you have lemons?"

"Honey, my parents are martini freaks. We've got lemons, limes, oranges, cherries, apples, and even those sword things bartenders use to keep the fruit garnishes together." He gave Kurt another peck on the cheek and left the kitchen.

When Blaine went back into the dining room, with the Oreos in hand, he put them on the table. His friends had moved on to another Would You Rather question. "Hey guys?" Blaine interrupted. "I need your help."

5:00 PM

"You're awfully attached to your phone," Kurt mentioned before taking a sip of his water.

"Oh. Tina texted me," Blaine replied while punching out a text back to Tina.

"Why?"

"She wanted to know of a place to get out of season flowers."

Kurt crinkled his forehead, which Blaine thought was adorable so he smiled and took a sip of his water. "Why?"

"I don't know. I guess she's looking for an out-of-season flower." Blaine's phone rang again. He opened up the text, looked at it and started punching out a reply.

"Tina again?"

"No. This time it's Mike. Hmm. They must be planning something." He hit the send button.

"Aww. That's sweet. I'm really glad they never broke up. They are the longest running couple in our glee club. I don't think they've had one bump in the road. They bicker sometimes, but they are very much in love."

Blaine reached across the table and linked his fingers with Kurt's. "Like us."

Kurt smiled back. "Yup. Like us."

The waitress came with their food and they let their fingers slip away from one another.

After dinner came magazine shopping in the bookstore and then coffee at the Lima Bean. After coffee, Blaine decided that they'd been out long enough and he wanted to take advantage of the empty house. Kurt tried to argue that he wasn't sure and it may still be too soon for sex, but Blaine compromised and said "Why don't we just go home, pop in a movie, and see where the night takes us?"

Kurt liked that idea, but somehow knew that he'd end up with his clothes off because that's how things always went.

"Did you leave your lights on?" Kurt asked when they pulled into Blaine's driveway.

"I don't think so," Blaine answered when they got out of the car.

"Well there's light coming from your living room windows."

"Weird. I guess I must have left one light on after all."

Kurt looked at Blaine curiously. He replayed the days events in his head, trying to remember if they spent any time in the living room. They had. It was the first thing they did that morning. Blaine's parents were on their way out the door and Kurt and Blaine were eating cereal while watching Project Runway. Did we turn the light on? Or was it on before we went in the room? Kurt was only doubting because Blaine spent a chunk of their night out on his phone and it bugged Kurt. Blaine was never pre-occupied on a date before. Blaine always silenced his phone or ignored every text and phone call unless it was his parents. Date night was about the two of them.

Blaine walked around the car and held Kurt's hand. "Come on. We haven't had dessert yet." He looked at him seductively and pulled Kurt in tow.

They stopped at the door and Kurt put his hand over Blaine's when Blaine put his key in the lock. "Wait. Are you okay?"

Blaine smiled and turned the key, but stalled when turning the door knob. "Yeah, I'm fine." He went back to turning the door and Kurt stopped him again.

"It's just that you spent a quarter of the night on your phone, you were almost silent in the car ride home, and now you don't seem to care if a light was left on. You're not acting like yourself. You're obsessed with energy conservation and singing at the top of your lungs in the car, and… and… and me."

Blaine swallowed audibly, leaned up on the balls of his feet, and placed a chaste kiss on Kurt's lips. "Close your eyes," he whispered.

"What?"

"Close you eyes."

"But-"

Blaine covered Kurt's eyes with one hand. "Keep them closed." He released his hand and saw that Kurt had done as he was told. Blaine opened the door and told Kurt to step into the house. He guided him over to the coat rack. "Keep your eyes closed, but take your shoes off." Kurt did as instructed and Blaine helped him out of his jacket. "Are they still closed?" he asked from behind Kurt.

"Yes."

"Okay good. Don't open them until I say." Blaine guided Kurt slowly to the living room. He stood behind him and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. "Open them."

Kurt opened his eyes and was speechless.

"Surprise," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear and kissed his neck.

Blaine hadn't forgotten to turn a light off, Kurt realized. There were candles lit everywhere. The furniture was pushed outward and Blaine's duvet cover was spread out on the floor. "Oh my god," Kurt gushed quietly.

Blaine moved around Kurt and held his hand. He pulled him over to the duvet and they sat down. Blaine grabbed a remote that was put on the duvet and he pressed play. Soft music started playing. On the duvet was two plates, two forks, two champagne flutes, and a lot of red rose petals. Next to them was a bottle of sparkling cider, two napkins the were unfolded, clearly covering something, and a container of cheesecake. "What's all this?" Kurt asked, still dazed.

"Well, this morning I realized it was almost Christmas and that meant I missed our one year anniversary of the day we met."

"Blaine, you didn't-"

"I know. But I wanted to give you something that told you how much I love you and how much I admire everything you've done over the past few months."

Kurt thought back to what Amnesia Blaine told him before he hit his head and Old Blaine came back: "Because anyone who can recall as many memories as quickly as you can and speak of someone so passionately, doesn't let another person go one day without telling them, in some way, that they're special. I doubt a single day went by where he didn't know how much you cared about him." The memory made him think of what Blaine was doing now. Blaine would go to any length to show Kurt how much he was loved. There was never a doubt or question about that. "I already know how much you love me and I already know how you feel about what I did while you were check out."

"You're so beautiful."

"I love you."

"I wanted to recreate our date when we told each other that we loved each other for the first time."

"I thought this looked familiar." Kurt smiled and leaned forward. Blaine met him halfway and they kissed with parted lips. "The only thing that's missing is-"

Blaine cleared his throat and gestured off behind Kurt. Kurt turned and saw a cut glass vase filled with peach and yellow roses. Kurt looked back and saw Blaine smirking. He had his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees.

"When did you-? The phone."

Blaine nodded. "Tina and Mike were busy while we were out."

"They did all this for us?"

"Well, Tina got the flowers and cheesecake. Mike was busy getting this." Blaine slipped his hands underneath the napkins and pulled out a robin's egg blue box. He handed it to Kurt.

Kurt looked like he was going to hyperventilate from surprises. He opened the box slowly and carefully, knowing full well this was a Tiffany's box. "My bracelet!" he exclaimed. He took it out of the box and examined it. "You had it fixed! But we'd only talked about it earlier."

"There's an antique jeweler near Dalton that I used to go to when I needed a tune up on my pocket watch. Turns out you don't need a Tiffany's store to fix a Tiffany's bracelet."

"How did you get it?"

"I called Finn when you were in the bathroom and told him that Mike and Tina were stopping by to get it. I told them where it would be and voila."

"You're amazing," Kurt swooned.

"Here, let me help you put it on." Blaine moved forward and with as much excitement as he had the first time he gave the bracelet to Kurt, he fastened the clasp around Kurt's wrist.

Kurt fingered the links with his fingernail the way he always did and grinned like it was a new gift. It felt new. He looked up at Blaine and sighed happily. He looked around before gazing lovingly at Blaine again. "I can't believe you remembered all this."

Blaine grinned proudly. He leaned in slowly. Just before he touched his lips to Kurt's, he smiled. "How could I forget?"

The End