I think it's `cos I'm clumsy

I try not to talk too loud,

Maybe it's because I'm crazy

I try not to act too proud.

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Burt watched with worry etched on his face as Doctor Evans examined his son. It took every ounce of self-restraint in his body to stop himself from clutching Kurt's hand, and, due to the growing look of absolute terror on Kurt's face, this was becoming increasingly difficult as the doctor poked and prodded Kurt. When he finally pulled away from Kurt, he was wearing a slightly intrigued expression that made Burt's stomach twist.

"Amnesia."

Burt mentally face palmed. No shit. And they say doctors are smart. He was obviously wearing his feelings on his face because the doctor looked worried before elaborating.

"Kurt, what's the last thing you can remember before you woke up in the hospital?"

Kurt's face screwed up in concentration. Burt could see that his eyes were still rimmed with red and bloodshot; he'd been crying whilst Burt was sleeping again. His dad sighed inwardly, knowing there was nothing he could do to help Kurt. He couldn't remember the last 6 years of his life; he could understand why he was upset. Heck, he couldn't even remember his own boyfriend, not that Burt liked the boy very much. He'd always had a soft spot for one Blaine Anderson, so when Kurt got together with Josh, Burt wasn't too pleased. There was also something kind of… off about the boy. He always had a slightly pained expression on his face, like it physically hurt him to spent time with the people Kurt loved. Kurt didn't look exactly happy either; Burt had never seen him look as happy as he had when he was with Blaine.

"Umm… Oh! I remember! I was walking through school, with Blaine, and Azimio came up behind me and shoved me head first into a locker." Kurt gulped, trying to hold back tears. "The last thing I remember is coming to briefly to seeing Blaine kneeling over me, crying. Oh, and an immense pain in my head. I think I was b-bleeding."

Burt walked over to his son and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He remembered that event vividly. Kurt had to stay in hospital for over a week, and had stitches on his forehead. The doctors said he was lucky he didn't die. Why could Kurt never catch a break?

Dr Evans lit up. "That makes complete sense! Your brain has obviously forgotten everything after your last head trauma. In a way, you're lucky that you have only forgotten the past 6 years; some people forget absolutely everything. They don't even recognize their own families."

Obviously, Kurt didn't appreciate this. In fact, he looked like he was about to slap the doctor.

"You think I'm lucky to have forgotten the last 6 years of my life? That I can't remember what I do for a living, or my boyfriend, or even where I live? That's not fucking lucky in my opinion! In fact, that's the opposite of fucking lucky!"

Burt began to rub his son's back soothingly, although he was just as angry as his son. The doctor had no right to tell him that! He took a deep breath to try and calm himself down.

"So when will he get his memory back?"

The doctor shifted uncomfortably. So he doesn't know. Fan-fucking-tastic, thought Kurt.

"No one can be sure. In time, it will come back. To be completely honest, I can't even tell you how they will. For some people, they come back in dreams, and sometimes specific things prompt memories to come back, like places and people. I hope, for your own sake, that your memory comes back soon. It's tough."

Tears began to well up in Kurt's eyes and he buried his face into Burt's shoulder. The doctor looked uncomfortable at being the third wheel on the emotional moment, so excused himself and ran out of the room as fast as he could. Burt hugged his son tightly, before looking into his eyes. God, he looks so much like his mom.

"I think we need Blaine."

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As soon as Blaine got off the phone with Rachel, he sprinted back to his apartment before you could even say 'amnesia'. Kurt needed him; Kurt had asked for him. And yeah, so he couldn't remember the last 6 years, but Blaine knew that he could help him. Kurt had a new boyfriend, but it didn't stop him from shoving clothes into a bag at the speed of lightning.

Louise was flitting around his apartment awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"Blaine, are you sure? His boyfriend might be there, hell, I hope for Kurt's sake that he's there! Is this really a good idea?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. A few days ago, his sister had been trying to persuade him to go! Why the sudden change in attitude?

"Lou, I thought you wanted me to go? Make up your mind!"

Louise sighed. "Blaine, he doesn't remember that you broke up with him. At the moment, for all he knows, it was a mutual agreement. Do you really think he's going to be happy to see you when he finally remembers that you broke his heart?"

Blaine sat on the edge of the bed and placed his head in his hands. He so didn't want to address this right now.

"Don't you think it's time you told me why you dumped the boy you're so very much in love with?"

Blaine felt something inside him snap. Kurt was in hospital and they were arguing about this now?

"BECAUSE ADAM THREATENED TO KILL HIM, OK?"

Louise's jaw dropped until she was pretty sure it was resting on the floor, and her eyes hardened. She knew her older brother was a douche bag, but she didn't realize it was this bad.

"…What?"

Blaine relented, and fell back onto the bed. He could still feel Louise's stare on him, begging him to elaborate.

"It was a little over a year ago, on mine and Kurt's 6th anniversary. I was ju-just getting ready to go out when Adam came over. He… He said that if I didn't break up with Kurt, he would kill him. And we both know that Adam keeps his promises."

Louise sprinted over and pulled her brother into a bear hug, mentally wishing Adam would curl up in a hole and die.

"Now let's get to the hospital. Kurt needs you."

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Kurt and Blaine were sprawled across Kurt's bed, surrounded by hundreds of college brochures. Finally, they had both narrowed it down to one each, and had yet to show each other. They didn't want their relationship to affect their college choices; that wouldn't be right.

Blaine looked up at his boyfriend with a nervous smile on his face. Hazel met blue, and both boys instantly relaxed.

"Are you ready?" Kurt nodded, feeling a lump growing in his throat. What if Blaine was on the opposite side of the country to him? What would they do?

"3, 2, 1… Go."

Both boys turned their brochures round, and examined the other's.

Blaine was holding a Juilliard brochure. Kurt was holding a Parsons one.

Kurt squealed and threw himself into Blaine's arms, sending brochures flying in every direction. Laughing, Blaine placed a soft kiss on Kurt's lips. They were going to college in the same state, less than 3 miles apart.

Fate sure had their backs this time.

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A loud knock on the door woke Kurt up from his sleep. He squealed as he realized that he'd remembered his dream. That had to be one of his memories right? No way he would make that up! He turned to his Dad, who had woken at a similar time to him.

"Dad… What college did I go to?"

Burt looked a bit confused, but ventured him an answer anyway. "Parsons."

Kurt squealed. "I knew it!"

Burt stood up instantly. "You remembered? What else?"

"Just that."

Burt deflated slightly, before remembering what had woken the two.

"Come in?"

The door opened slightly to reveal a disheveled and tired looking Blaine. Kurt gasped. The boy hadn't changed much in the past 6 years, despite aging slightly. He hadn't gone back to the gel, so still had his slightly unruly curls, and looked as though he hadn't shaved in over a week. Since your accident, Kurt's brain said. He shook the thought out his head. Blaine wasn't his boyfriend anymore. Kurt's eyes travelled down Blaine's body, falling on a rather large scar on his forearm. He decided it probably wasn't the best time to ask. Blaine still dressed impeccably, despite the fact that his shirt was crimpled.

Blaine's face fell into a small O and Kurt cringed. He'd forgotten about the bruises that scattered his body, making him more blue than white. Yeah, they still hurt occasionally, but Kurt was on so many painkillers he rarely felt it.

Blaine ran towards Kurt and fell into the available seat beside his bed, immediately grabbing his hands. Screw the last year, I miss him so much, thought Blaine. Even covered in bruises, he still looked angelic.

"Hey, you." He whispered, and Kurt felt a blush grow on his cheeks.

"Hey." His voice wavered, and he felt tears growing in his eyes. Why were he and Blaine no longer together? What had happened? No one would tell him; he had a feeling no one knew the real story. "Blaine… I'm so confused. I… I don't know what's happening." He broke down into hysterical sobs, and Blaine wrapped his arms around the frail boy. He looked much thinner than he had a year ago; has he been eating? Oh God, this is all my fault, he's practically anorexic and it's all my fault!

"It's ok Kurt, it'll all be ok. I promise. I'm here now."

"I…"

Just at that moment, Josh burst through the door, stopping dead when he saw his boyfriend in the arms of another man.

"Who the hell is this?"

Kurt pulled back quickly, eyeing up Josh with caution. He still didn't know him at all; he didn't even know his surname!

"This is Blaine. Blaine, this is Josh, my…"

"Boyfriend." Josh finished, glaring at Blaine. Kurt felt exceedingly uncomfortable, and it was clear Blaine did too.

"Maybe I should just leave…"

"No!" Kurt shouted, shocking himself and everyone else in the room. "You came here to see me. You can stay."

Blaine shot a smug glance at Josh, making Kurt snort. To be honest, he was yet to warm to Josh.

Neither noticed the malicious glint in Josh's eyes.

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"ADAM! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

"Louise! Language!"

"I don't give a shit Mom! Can you believe what he did?"

"Louise, I'm just as angry as you, but there is no need to be violent."

Louise ignored Amelia, and began to pound the door once more. At last, Adam wrenched it open and threw a glare at both his mother and sister.

"What do you want?"

"Adam, that is no way to… LOUISE!"

Louise had cut her mother off mid sentence as she punched her older brother round the face, making him fall to the floor, clutching his nose.

"You bitch! I think you broke my fucking nose!"

Louise looked smugly at her brother as blood ran down his face.

"Yeah, well imagine that pain times a million, and now you're feeling how Blaine felt when you told him you would kill Kurt if he didn't break up with him."

Adam gulped and stared at the floor, refusing to meet his sister's eyes. He hadn't spoken to his Mom, his sister or Blaine in about 8 years. He only spoke to his Dad. Amelia pushed Louise slightly to the side and kneeled in front of her son.

"Even though I am so unbelievably disappointed in you, you are still my son, so I'm not going to pull a Louise and punch you round the face. You… You threatened the life of another person. It doesn't even matter who it is, although, in doing that, you ruined two people's lives, because Blaine hasn't smiled sincerely since you did that. Even worse, Kurt almost died last week after falling down the stairs of his apartment complex, and maybe if he and Blaine didn't break up, that wouldn't have happened. He has serious amnesia, and can't remember the last 6 years of his life. Now I understand how you feel, god you've told us enough times what you think of 'people like Blaine', but you had no right to act like that. I'm actually ashamed to call you my son."

She stood up, and motioned to Louise to leave, ignoring the tears that were falling down Adam's face.

He had made an unforgivable mistake, and it would haunt him for the rest of his life.