Blaine spent thirty-two minutes with the police.

He described David Karofsky – delved into high school and who he'd been then, before he talked about Kurt and the relationship that had formed.

He was truthful and honest, and told them about the cheating. He told them about the abuse and mentioned the rape that he assumed had happened.

They listened to him with stony faces – no expression and no emotion.

Finally he was released, and he stumbled back to his room, exhausted even though he hadn't been awake that long.

He'd only been in the room for ten minutes or so when Kurt was brought back in, and helped back into bed.

"How'd it go?" Blaine asked conversationally.

Kurt chewed his lip. "They think I have concussion…and that my…" he swallowed hard. "Memory-loss isn't permanent. They don't know how long it'll take for the whole thing to come back though."

Blaine nodded, but Kurt continued to stare at him.

"What?"

"You were supposed to tell me what happened with David." He frowned. "What happened to my husband."

Blaine sighed. "I can't. Not until your memory comes back."

Kurt groaned. "Blaine, at least tell me if he's okay?"

"He's in jail." Blaine reminded him, and Kurt's face fell.

"What did he do…?"

Blaine sighed. "I can't tell you that either."

Kurt frowned in frustration.

"What can you tell me then?" he asked in exasperation.

Blaine smiled cautiously.

"I emailed you a couple of months ago - not long after the last thing you can remember. You agreed to meet me for coffee, and we started getting to know each other again - becoming friends."

Kurt bit his lip, nodding slowly.

"That sounds... plausible. What else can you tell me?"

"Not much." Blaine said carefully. He didn't want to tell Kurt what he thought Karofsky had done to him... He didn't even want it to be real. But until Kurt remembered... "You shouldn't be stressing out about this so much."

"Blaine…" Kurt glared at him steadily. "I woke up in hospital with two months of my life gone. My husband is in jail for a crime I'm not allowed to know, and I have no idea what the hell is going on. How is stressing not a part of this?"

Blaine gave him a small smile. "Kurt…I promise, if I was allowed to tell you everything, I would…"

Kurt gave a little sigh, nodding. "Right…well…I'm going to see if I can sleep."

Blaine patted his leg gently, sliding off his bed and returning to his own.

"Sleep tight, Kurt."

^.^

Blaine woke to screaming.

Again.

Kurt was making the screams, thrashing around in his sleep. Blaine reached him first, scrambling across the room as two nurses ran in.

"Kurt!" Blaine shook him. "Kurt, wake up!"

His eyes opened, but they were unfocused – wide and scared, desperately pushing at Blaine to get away from him.

"Kurt, it's me!"

Suddenly Kurt stilled in his arms, sobbing, eyes focusing and centring on Blaine.

"Blaine." He breathed, sobbing. "Blaine, he was there again."

Blaine pulled the boy into his arms, holding him tight. "I know…I know…"

"No. You don't." Kurt sobbed. "The... the monster he is in my dreams... He's not like that in real life Blaine, he's not!" Kurt was working himself up now, heedless of the tight hold Blaine had on him, the way the other man was petting his back slowly. "You never got to know the man he turned into. You've only ever known the bully he was in high school. But he grew up..." Kurt's voice trailed off as he finally let himself slump against Blaine's chest.

In all honesty, Kurt was really trying to convince himself. The nightmares were so real. So, so real, and it was hard to find the line between reality and dream. He didn't even notice the nurses leave once they were sure Blaine had control.

"Go back to sleep." Blaine murmured. Kurt shook his head.

"I don't want to have any more horrible dreams." he whispered.

Blaine released a breath, kissing his temple. If Kurt even felt it, he didn't show it, continuing to sob against his chest.

"Sleep. I'll keep the nightmares away." Blaine soothed, and Kurt shook his head against his chest.

"You can't, Blaine…" he sobbed. "You're in them."

Blaine's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

Kurt took in a shuddering breath. "You're the good bits. Between…him, you're just…there…and there's lots of colours and goodness…but then he comes in and it's dark and scary and he just…"

Kurt was crying loudly again, and Blaine held him close, hushing him with gentle kisses to his temple.

Kurt clung to Blaine until he was finally exhausted enough to go back to sleep. He slept restlessly - twitching, and clinging to Blaine, and half-waking up at the slightest sound - and Blaine was hesitant to move and wake him up. He stayed awkwardly balanced on the narrow hospital bed, holding Kurt as he slept, and hoping that Kurt would remember soon, and that everything would be okay...

Well, as okay as it could be when everything was this messed up...

Kurt jerked awake that morning with wide eyes, pulling out of Blaine's tight hold. Blaine blinked awake beside him, yawning slightly.

"You okay?" he asked immediately, and Kurt burst into tears.

Blaine eyes widened and he held Kurt close, hushing him.

"What's wrong? Talk to me." He whispered, and Kurt clung to him tightly.

"They weren't dreams." He mumbled, sobbing into Blaine's shirt. "They were memories."

Blaine's eyes widened further and he held Kurt closer. "You remember?"

Kurt nodded, crying harder. "I can't…I just…" he was breathless and speechless, struggling to form a sentence.

"Are you sure you remember everything?"

Kurt nodded, pressing his hands into his face and continuing to sob into them.

"Thank you." Kurt whispered finally. "For being here…for always being there…even when I didn't remember you. And god, thank you for being there when David…" he burst into a fresh set of tears, and Blaine wrapped secure arms around him – not afraid to show affection now that Kurt had regained his memory.

"I love you." Blaine whispered. "I'd never let you go through this alone."

Kurt cuddled closer to him, rubbing his eyes free of tears.

"When can I go home?" he asked, and Blaine pulled away slightly.

"You just have to take a statement to the police…"

"About…David?"

Blaine nodded, and Kurt chewed his lip, nodding. "I can do that…."

"You'll have to tell them about everything…" Blaine said softly, looking at him seriously, and Kurt froze.

"I…said…after my dream…?"

Blaine nodded, and Kurt flushed, looking into his lap.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner…I just…I couldn't, Blaine…"

"Hey…" Blaine pressed a kiss to his cheek. "It's okay. I understand…I…I just don't understand how you stayed with him for so long…"

Kurt didn't look at him, tears pooling in his eyes. "Me neither."

Blaine wrapped him up in another hug, and Kurt sighed.

"David's in jail…isn't he?"

Blaine nodded slightly. "Assault."

Kurt frowned. "How did they figure it was assault…I mean, I was…" his mind flicked back to the first time he woke up in the hospital – how Blaine's face looked, bloodied and beaten and his mouth fell open. "David got you?"

Blaine nodded sadly. "Came to the apartment…"

Kurt's hands flew to his mouth and he pulled Blaine into a hug. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't…god, I never wanted you to get involved."

Blaine gave a small laugh. "Hey, it's okay...I don't mind, if it was for you."

Kurt smiled, tugging him closer and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "Thank you." Blaine was surprised, his eyes lighting up happily.

"Do you want me to get the police?"

Kurt sucked a deep breath in, before nodding.

"Okay."