Blaine went home after he ate - well tried to eat anyway, and dropped his duffle bag onto the floor. He groaned loudly to himself, stumbling his way across the room and into the small bathroom on the other side of the house. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it, his eyes closed tightly. He had a headache. A headache that lasted forever and no matter how much ibuprofen or advil you took, your head still hurt. He felt like someone ripped his brain out of his skull, threw it around for a little bit, and then shoved back in where it could slowly recover. But this time, there wasn't going to be recovery. His brain would never be able to wrap itself  around what was happening. He would never understand why it was happening to him. Out of all people. It had to be Blaine's boyfriend who went into a coma and lost his memory. It had to be Blaine's boyfriend who doesn't remember him. It had to be Blaine's boyfriend who remembered being with Sebastian before waking up in a hospital.  

Blaine opened his eyes and pushed himself off of the door. He grabbed a towel from the hook attached to the door and began taking his clothes off. He just needed to take a shower. He was stressed from the conversation he had with Kurt's parents and he was frustrated with everything.

He jumped into the shower and let the warm water trickle over him soothingly. He washed his hair with his shampoo. He and Kurt had always bought their own shampoo and conditioner. They didn't want to smell like each other so they could miss each other's scent while they were apart. It sounded crazy but that's what they did. Sometimes Blaine would use Kurt's shampoo just to smell him. Kurt always smelled amazing. He had an aroma. And aroma that was so divine, so sweet, and just so Kurt.

But he couldn't use Kurt's shampoo anymore. He couldn't be around what he left behind. He couldn't be reminded of the pain he felt when Kurt agreed to stay with his parents.

Blaine shook his head violently and continued to wash his hair vigorously. When he was finished he stepped out of the bathroom and into his room. He dried himself off completely before throwing on a pair of sweatpants and climbing into bed. He just needed to sleep. He needed to let go of the grimy feeling he felt and look forward to tomorrow even if all he wanted was to die.

xxxXxxx

Blaine sat up in his bed screaming. There were tears streaming down his cheeks and his eyes were red and puffy. He clutched his shirt tightly and panted heavily. He rubbed the back of his neck harshly and slouched over. Tears still streamed down his face as he laid back down and stared at the ceiling.

He usually didn't have nightmares. The last nightmare he remembered having was when he was a little kid. He saw his dad hitting his mom and he couldn't stop seeing it over and over again when he slept. That was 15 years ago. Now he was an adult and he had a nightmare.

He turned over and buried his head into his pillow which didn't really work out well due to the lack of oxygen. He turned his head so that he could breathe, bringing his hands up over his head so that he could grasp the edge of the pillow. He was still panting heavily as he thought about his dream.

Blaine walked into the apartment carrying bags full of groceries. Kurt was on the couch reading a book when he heard the door open and close loudly. He looked up and saw Blaine standing there smiling at him. Kurt got up and tried to walk towards him, but he was being held back by something. Blaine walked around the room to see what was keeping him at bay when he realized that there was a black rope tied around his ankle. Blaine looked up in shock and tried to release him, but every time he got close he would hear the same thing: Kurt belongs with us. With the people he knows and loves.

Blaine closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep and he eventually did but it wasn't peaceful.

xxxXxxx

Blaine woke up after a long and reckless night. He brushed his teeth and pulled on a simple outfit before he walked into the kitchen where he made coffee and fixed himself a bowl of cereal. He finished it quickly before slamming his door shut and briskly walking to his job.

He worked at a recording studio with his best friend Sam. He and Kurt knew Sam ever since high school and they decided to get a job together when they moved to The Big Apple together.

Blaine walked a few blocks before stopping in front of a small building that was sandwiched between two large pubs. He took a deep breath and walked in, prepared for the worst.

When he stepped into the compact recording studio, there was already a band inside recording a song. It didn't sound very good compared to some other bands that he encountered over the years. He walked slowly to his seat before gently setting his bag down and sitting on the cushion chair next to Sam's.

Sam was sitting in it when Blaine walked in. When Blaine sat down Sam looked over at Blaine disapprovingly.

“You're late,” Sam stated calmly. Surprisingly, he didn't sound mad. Blaine assumed that he was just being nice because of the whole entire situation.

“Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I had a long night,” Blaine replied, focusing his attention on the band behind the thick glass. Blaine didn't like his job. He hated it actually. He wanted to become a singer himself. He wanted to be the one singing behind the glass. But this is what life handed him and when life gives you lemons, you making lemonade.

Blaine leaned back in his chair, head hung back, eyes closed. He inhaled and exhaled deeply. Ever since the accident, Blaine couldn't focus. He couldn't focus on his own work. He couldn't focus on what other people were doing. It'd only be a matter of time before he would just die.

The band, who Blaine learned was named Infested Solo, finished their song and came out into the booth.

“Good job guys. I think that's a wrap. Do you guys want to come next week and record your newest song?” Sam asked patiently. There was a series of excited yes's, and then they all left.

Blaine and Sam sat in silence for a few minutes before Blaine spoke.

“He doesn't remember me Sam. He doesn't remember me.”

Blaine put his head in his hands and sunk to the floor. He collapsed in on himself and began rocking back and forth. Sam looked at him sympathetically and got down to the floor, too.

“It's gonna be alright, man. Just think, I had to wait for Mercedes all year in high school when she decided to date Shane. Remember that?” Sam whispered. He was rubbing Blaine's back comfortingly.

Blaine nodded and wiped his eyes gingerly. He looked up at Sam and grinned weakly.

“Yeah, I remember,” Blaine said. He pulled himself up and looked around.

“Do we have anymore coming in today?” Blaine asked, walking to the refrigerator in the corner and grabbing a beer.

“No, but we have Sin Entry coming in tomorrow,” Sam said, looking at himself in the mirror. He always took great pride in his long, hippie hair. He combed it and pulled it back into a ponytail. “Blaine?”

Blaine looked up from where he was looking at his schedule. Same was looking at him softly.

“Don't come on tomorrow. I don't need any help. Just.. stay home and get some rest. You need it,” Sam said, smiling at Blaine.

Blaine grinned thankfully and hugged Sam tightly.

“Thanks, Sam. Thank you so much.”

Same smiled and pulled back. He walked towards the sound system and flicked a few switches. Then, he walked over to the far wall and turned off the lights.

“I'll see you later, Blaine. Feel better,” Sam said, walking out of the door and turning the corner. Blaine stood still.

“Bye,” Blaine whispered into the darkness.