Blaine stood in the quiet VIP room contemplating what he was going to say to make them cooperate. Kurt needed to go home with him. Partly because it would help Kurt's memory and partly because Kurt was his everything even if he couldn't remember him.

Blaine stood beside Kurt's bed looking at the older two standing on the other side of the bed. Burt was the first to speak.

“Blaine, you don't understand. This is a mature situation and it's obvious that we are more qualified in the category than someone of…” Burt looked Blaine up and down before continuing. “Your standards.”

Blaine clenched his fists that were to the side of them and when that wasn't enough he gripped the frame of the bed. He took shallow breaths before looking back up. He squinted his eyes at Kurt's dad before releasing the frame and standing upright.

“Mr. Hummel, I don't think you understand. Dr. Jenny just explained to all of us that having Kurt return to his normal routine with me would be the better option,” Blaine said, holding his gaze on the bald man in front of him. Burt needed to get through his head that taking Kurt home wasn't the best thing. Blaine needed to convince him that he should go home with him.

Kurt looked at the three of them with tired eyes. Kurt really needed to rest, but he knew that wasn't going to happen unless they figured something out.

“Blaine, I respect your love for our son, but he needs to be around people he loves…” and then Blaine stopped listening because Burt was just talking shit now. He already knew what Burt had to say. He was just repeating himself. Over and over and over again. Blaine looked down at his shoes and decided to give up. They weren't going to back down so he would just have to play along and see where the universe took him. Blaine looked back up to see Burt's mouth moving. Oh yeah, I should probably start listening.

“Fine,” Blaine said, raising his hands in defeat. Burt's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He didn't know that Blaine was going to give up so easily. Kurt looked at Blaine in the same amount of surprise and brought his hands together on top of his lap.

“Fine. You can take him home,” Blaine said, walking toward the door, opening it and walking down the hallway. He failed. He failed to get Kurt back and he probably will never get him back. He just decided to wade things out; see if Kurt ever wanted to see him later on. Blaine knew that Kurt was on edge about the whole situation and the only people he trusted at the moment was his family, but Blaine was his family, too. Blaine just didn't understand... he couldn't understand. He needed Kurt to survive and knew that if he didn't have Kurt, he'll be nothing but a walking zombie. Blaine finally reached the elevator and rode down. I should probably eat something. I haven't eaten anything yet, Blaine thought as he pressed the button to bring the elevator to the basement where the cafeteria was. He dialed Wes's number and held the phone up to his ear. On the third ring, Wes picked up.

Hello?

Hey Wes, it's Blaine. Listen, I'm going to the cafeteria. Did you wanna meet me there or did you have other plans?

I'd love to be there for you right now, Blaine, but Maria just showed up and she needs my help with the nursery. The baby's almost here!

Oh yeah, man! That's fine. Umm, I'll call you later?

Yeah. See you later.

After that, Blaine hung up and shoved the phone is his pocket. He was used to rejection. He knew that Wes had a good reason to deny his offer, but it still hurt. Just a little bit.

The elevator stopped at the basement and opened up for Blaine to step out. Blaine walked out of the empty cab and walked toward the cafeteria, dragging his feet along the linoleum floor. He always hated linoleum. It always squeaked when you walked across it. That was an annoying sound.

Blaine grabbed his tray subconsciously and began piling random foods on top of it. He set himself on auto-pilot for the time being because he was too tired to think. Just to think. Thinking was horrible. Thinking led to destruction. And destruction led to the inevitable oblivion. But Blaine had to think sooner or later because before he knew it he was standing in front of the cash register where an old, Latina woman stood behind it. She smiled at him sympathetically and pushed a few buttons on the cash register before she was calling out the price for the food. Blaine wasn't listening. He tried. He really tried to listen but thoughts about Kurt and where he would be going clouded his mind and left no room for listening or thinking or doing anything.

Blaine dug into his pocket and pulled out an uncertain amount of money and threw it at the lady lazily. He knew he should probably apologize and get the change back but he honestly didn't care. He didn't care. That's it. He didn't care about anything but Kurt. That's all he cared about. He didn't care about himself. He didn't care about what he was going to do after he ate. He didn't care about anything. He wanted to die. He wanted to die because nothing was working out for him. Nothing in this world would help his situation. The only thing that'll help Blaine is Kurt getting his memory back because that's all that mattered. Kurt getting it back. It was all he wanted.

Kurt. Please. Remember.