They only hit until you cry,

and after that you don't ask why

You just don't argue anymore,

You just don't argue anymore.

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"This is the place. I can feel it."

Blaine turned round and grinned at Kurt, squeezing his hand tightly. They had looked at what felt like hundreds of apartments in New York; thankfully their new schools were within a 3 mile radius of each other, so they didn't have to go very far. Plus, Kurt thought he could easily get used to living on Fashion Avenue. Looking round their gorgeous apartment, Kurt's head filled with numerous design possibilities for the new page. Perhaps a lick of paint there, a playbill on the wall there… It would be perfect.

"Boys?" Both the boys spun round to see Burt panting behind them, clutching bags of shopping.

"Kurt, where do you want these?" Kurt rolled his eyes and motioned for his dad to follow him into the bedroom, dragging Blaine with him. Once they were in there, he flung open the wardrobe doors to reveal a humongous closet that would rival his one back home.

Carefully pulling the cashmere cardigan out of the Macys bag, he hung it delicately on a hanger and placed it in his closet. Turning to the other men, he sighed contently.

"The first of many of my clothes that will find their home in this closet."

Blaine laughed and threw himself into his boyfriend's arms, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. Burt left the two boys alone as he went to find the real estate agent. Kurt pulled Blaine onto the floor and climbed into his boyfriend's lap, nuzzling at his neck. Blaine wrapped his arms around the countertenor and placed a soft kiss on the boy's forehead. They had found their new home at last.

It didn't take long to sign all of the papers, especially as Kurt was too excited to spend hours reading every minute detail. They needed this house to be theirs before someone else took it! With a flourish, Kurt signed his name for the last time and passed the pen back to the hideously dressed real estate agent, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Congratulations, you now live here." The woman drawled sarcastically. She had obviously been selling apartments for far too long. Picking up her briefcase, she rubbed her back in pain and left the two boys alone with Burt.

"So boys… You'll have to start getting bits for the apartment in the next few weeks, but right now we need to get back to Lima. You've got your graduation in less than a week! I'll go and hail a cab. I guess you want a little moment to yourselves. Don't be long, kiddo."

And with that, Burt left, leaving the two boys in the apartment which would soon be their home. Blaine spun round to look at Kurt, grinning cheekily.

"Welcome home, baby."

Kurt laughed and wrapped his arms around Blaine.

"A 'Sex and the City' quote? Really Blaine?"

Blaine held his hands up in defense.

"Hey! Smith is hot!"

Kurt laughed and dragged his boyfriend out of the apartment, shutting the door to their new home carefully behind him.

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"… Kurt? Kurt, you need to wake up. The doctor wants to talk to you."

Kurt blinked as a bright light hit him. Damn it, he really needed to stop forgetting he was in hospital. Kurt looked up at the gorgeous face above him and couldn't stop a smile breaking out on his face when he saw whom it was.

Blaine Anderson.

Ever since Blaine first visited him 4 days ago, he'd rarely left Kurt's side (well, apart from when Burt forced him to go and eat). He'd played Monopoly with Kurt, watched TV with Kurt, even filled him in on the gaps in any of Kurt's dreams (although Kurt still hadn't plucked up the courage to ask him about their breakup). In fact, Blaine had been there more than Josh, who appeared to be avoiding Kurt like the plague. All Kurt knew about Josh was that he'd met him a couple of months after he and Blaine had ended things, and they'd moved in together just over a month ago. He didn't know what Josh did for a living, or what Josh's family were like, or even if he'd said that he loved Kurt.

Blaine smiled at Kurt, who looked positively adorable. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, wincing as he pressed down on one of his many bruises. His bruises were fading slightly, although the ones on his face were still as purple as ever. Blaine was confused as to how Kurt bruised his face when he hit the back of his head on the floor, but didn't want to ask. He suspected Josh had something to do with it.

He absolutely hated Josh. Josh, to him, seemed like an absolute waste of space, who wouldn't deserve Kurt in a million years. And it wasn't just because Josh was Kurt's boyfriend instead of him (that's what he would tell himself anyway).

"Did you have another flashback?"

Kurt nodded, grinning. "We were looking round an apartment on Fashion Avenue. I took you and my dad into the bedroom and hung up a cashmere cardigan in the closet there, and then we signed for it. Oh, and then you quoted 'Sex and the City'. Which was very lame indeed."

Blaine laughed, squeezing Kurt's hand. "Yup, that's our apartment! Well, my apartment now, but… umm… yeah."

Awkward, thought Kurt. I really need to find out why Blaine and I broke up, stat.

"Um… Blaine? I was just wondering…"

"Hey Kurt! How you feeling today?"

Great timing, Doctor Evans. Fucking awesome.

"Much better thanks. I keep getting more flashbacks in my dreams, which I guess is a good sign."

Doctor Evans smiled widely. "It's a very good sign!"

Blaine shuffled to the side slightly so the doctor could examine Kurt.

"You're looking much better. Your ankle will need to stay rested, as well as your ribs; no heavy lifting for a while. But… I think you can go home."

Kurt sat up quickly, and instantly regretted it as a sharp pain ran through his stomach. Blaine looked concerned and ran to his side.

"Are you ok? Kurt, what happened?"

"It's ok, it's just my ribs. They hurt quite a lot." Blaine's worry didn't disappear off his face though. His grip tightened on Kurt's hand.

"So, I'll get one of the nurses to get all your bits together, and we can say our goodbyes!"

Kurt looked happy at the prospect, before his face fell.

"I…um… don't know where I live."

Josh piped up from the back of the room, startling its occupants. How long had he been there? No one remembered him coming in.

"He'd be coming home with me, of course. That's where he lives."

Blaine's face fell momentarily, before he plastered a fake grin on it. Kurt looked uncertain.

"Of course that's where he lives. With you. His boyfriend."

The room fell into an awkward silence, only broken when a nurse entered with a wheelchair for Kurt.

"Come on sweetheart, in you get."

Blaine took Kurt's arm, guiding him gently into the chair, ignoring the glares from Josh. Burt then came and took the handles, pushing Kurt out the door.

"Now you promise me you'll call me every night this week?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. His dad was always so over protective.

"Of course Dad."

"And you were supposed to be coming to Lima next weekend for Eliza's birthday, but since you're in this condition I don't want you driving or flying, so we're coming up to you."

Kurt looked at his dad with a puzzled expression on his face. "Who's Eliza?"

Burt's face fell, and he stopped pushing Kurt for a moment. "She's your half sister, kiddo." He said softly.

Tears welled up in Kurt's eyes, and this time he couldn't stop them from falling down his face. "Great… Just, great. I d-don't even remember m-my own sister! What kind of shitty brother am I?"

Burt shook his head and knelt down so he was at Kurt's eyelevel. "You are not a shitty brother. You had an accident; it wasn't your fault, and it doesn't make you a bad person if you can't remember once in a while. Ok? Now, Eliza will be 5 next weekend, but you don't have to get her a present if you can't…"

"Dad." Kurt interrupted. "I can't remember her. The least I can do is buy her a present to make up for the fact."

Burt chuckled and carried on pushing Kurt out the hospital, praying to God that everything would be back to normal soon.

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"So this is home."

Josh swung the door open to reveal a smallish apartment, which was quite stylishly decorated. Kurt stepped in cautiously surveying the place. It was obvious that he lived there from the way it had been decorated; a plush leather couch stood in one corner with a large plasma TV. Pictures of he and Josh smiling away hung on the walls, although, with close inspection, Kurt's smile never quite reached his eyes. Oddly enough, various sporting pictures hung on the walls where Kurt expected his playbills would be.

"Where are my playbills?"

He couldn't stop the question as it left his mouth; obviously he'd lost the filter in his brain too. Josh turned round and eyed him warily.

"Under the bed. We've already had this argument; I'm not having stupid Broadway posters on the walls of my house." He sighed dramatically and walked into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee, Kurt staring at his back as he left.

Why did I give up so easily? I would never have let someone hang sports pictures on the walls of my apartment. I want my playbills!

He was far too exhausted to argue, so limped over to the sofa, sinking down into it. He wished he were anywhere but here now… Even back in that hospital, and everyone knows that Kurt Hummel and hospitals don't mix.

A few moments later, Josh appeared with a cup of coffee and fell onto the sofa beside Kurt. Kurt eyed the cup in his hands. Where's my coffee? Before he realized what he was doing, he'd verbalized the thought. Josh rolled his eyes.

"Get it yourself. You're not an invalid."

"Actually, I am. So I'd like a cup of coffee, please."

Josh balled up his fists in anger, and heaved himself off the sofa, storming into the kitchen. He appeared a few moments later with another cup, and thrust it into Kurt's hands, almost making him spill the boiling liquid.

"Happy now, Princess?" he drawled sarcastically.

Kurt looked shocked. How on earth did he put up with this douche bag? Why the hell was he with him? He shook his head, and walked into their bedroom, slamming the door behind himself. He limped over to the bed, lying down in the very centre.

What on earth is going on? Why am I with this guy instead of Blaine?

Shutting his eyes, he leant his head back against the pillows. Everything was so fucked up.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and dug it out, seeing he had a text.

I miss you already. I hope Josh is taking good care of you. Ring me if you need me, it doesn't matter whether it's 4am and you just want a biscuit, I'll be there. –B xxx

Kurt's face broke out into a grin. Blaine cared. Blaine would get him a cup of coffee, and prop up his ankle for him, and let him hang his playbills wherever the hell he wanted. Draining the cup, he shut his eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

What felt like 2 minutes later (although it was more like an hour), the bedroom door creaked open and Josh stood there, looking almost guilty. He crept over to the bed, before lying down next to Kurt and placing kisses on his neck. Kurt woke with a start, and screamed at the man lying next to him.

"Kurt! Calm the fuck down, it's just me!"

As Kurt's breathing slowed once more, Josh continued to kiss up and down his neck, fingers beginning to undo the buttons on Kurt's shirt. The countertenor froze. Did Josh really think that he would….? No, he couldn't. Josh knew that Kurt hardly knew him, he wouldn't have sex with him!

Kurt was beginning to convince himself of this fact, until Josh's hands travelled lower, and began to undo Kurt's pants. Ok, maybe he did.

Kurt sprang away from Josh, ignoring the pain that shot through his chest. Josh's eyes lit up in anger.

"What the fuck is your problem Kurt?"

"My problem is that I just got out of hospital, and you're already wanting me to have sex with you? Are you clinically insane? I don't even remember who you are! To me, you're just another stranger who I met in hospital. In my knowledge, I've known you for less than a week!"

Josh growled angrily. "I've waited for over 2 weeks, Kurt. First, you were in a coma, and now you can't remember who I am? That's such a poor excuse Kurt! I have needs that you haven't been fulfilling for 2 weeks! I need you, now." His fists balled up in anger and Kurt backed away.

From somewhere, he found a little courage. Blaine would be proud.

"No, Josh. I'm not going to sleep with you. Forget it."

Josh's anger exploded and he threw a fist towards Kurt, just catching his right eye. Kurt fell to the floor in agony, clutching the side of his face. Josh stood over him, panting angrily, his ice blue eyes cold and empty.

"You're mine, Kurt. You do as I say. Let that be a little reminder to you." He gestured to the bruise that was already swelling up on Kurt's face and stormed out of the room.

Kurt heard the apartment door slam, before falling into loud, shaking sobs. He grabbed his phone and made to text Blaine, before dropping the phone back on the bed. Blaine was no longer his boyfriend. He couldn't go to him with every little problem.

He'd have to deal with this one on his own.