Morning light pored in through the slightly tinted hospital window. The room had a cold emptiness to it. Blaine had to take a few breaths to pull himself out of the sleepy haze he was in. He remembered where he was and why he was there, but there was still that black hole between Dalton and Kurt, his supposed boyfriend. It was hard not to believe it with all of the evidence Kurt had given, but it just seemed so impossible.  How could he just forget everything? Not that he knew what everything was.

            He was still kind of in the dark. He knew he had been hit pretty hard by a baseball bat. He knew he was seventeen years old. He knew he was still alive. He knew there was a boy named Kurt who apparently cared a great deal about him. That was the hardest part for him. If there wasn’t someone he had forgotten he was sure he could be okay. But by not having the memories that the stranger, who actually wasn’t a stranger, held so dear to his heart, he was letting someone down. The thought tugged on his heart strings and he had to blink several times to try and hold in the building break down.

            He was deep in thought, trying to grasp any little piece of information from the past he couldn’t remember. It was so hard, trying to think about something you didn’t know existed. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was what Alzheimers patients felt like. It was a horrible thing. He was so frustrated and so upset. He felt lost in his own mind, unable to recall what he knows and what he’s forgotten. It seemed so impossible, yet he felt so sure that there was something missing. Something important from his memory. Or maybe he just believed too much in what he’d been told.

            A small, hesitant knock on the door pulled him out of that thought. It took a few seconds for him to register that who ever was on the other side was waiting for permission to enter. “Oh, Come in.” He called loud enough to be heard. He watched the door open slowly and there stood Kurt. He knew it was silly, but the way the light formed around Kurt’s head made it look like he was an angel of some sort. The feeling of safety and comfort consumed Blaine as he watched Kurt walk in.

            “Oh good, you’re awake.” Kurt said with a grin that wrinkled his entire face. It was so…familiar to Blaine, that grin. The way Kurt’s face lit up at the mere sight of him sent a shiver through his body. “I brought scones instead of croissants, I hope that’s alright.” Blaine hadn’t even registered the coffee cups and brown bag in Kurt’s hands.

            “Scones are…scones are great. Thank you.” Blaine said with a small smile. He kept his eyes on Kurt, playing the game of memory, trying so hard to place him somewhere he knew. But there was nothing. He watched Kurt set out the scones and when Kurt’s eyes met his own, he froze.

            It was only a few seconds, and he thought that maybe he’d made it up, but a whole range of emotion passed through the strange but familiar boy’s face. From chipper, to concerned, to something Blaine couldn’t read but looked rather painful, to chipper again.

            “How are you feeling this morning?” Kurt asked as he composed himself, sitting in the chair it looked like he spent the night in.

            “Alright. My head isn’t throbbing today, so I think that’s a good thing.” Blaine responded, tearing his eyes away from Kurt.

            “Good. You’ve got more color in your face today. I think that’s good, too.” Blaine took a sip of his coffee and almost groaned in pleasure.

            “This is so perfect. Thank you.” He said, letting his eyes fall back in place on Kurt’s face. He didn’t want to look away. He wanted to stare until he remembered every thing.

            “It was nothing, really. I needed a shower and a new change of clothes.” He said with a reassuring nod. His smile faded a little as he looked back at Blaine.

            “I’m feeling a little restless. Do you know when I’ll get to go home?” Blaine asked after a long pause.

            “They want to keep you at least another night and see how things are tomorrow.” Kurt said. Blaine’s face fell in disappointment and Kurt continued quickly. “But, I asked if you could go out for a walk or something. The nurse said fresh air could do you some good.” Kurt looked at Blaine hopefully. “If you like, I’d be happy to accompany you.” He seemed timid in saying this. Like Blaine would shrink up and disappear at any attempt at getting close. It was then that Blaine felt the guilt.

            He felt so guilty. It was all his fault that Kurt was feeling so helpless and timid. He was putting this beautiful boy through a hard time. Memory or not, if Kurt really was his boyfriend, he didn’t feel so great about seeing the sadness on his face. It wasn’t good on him. After seeing that face-wrinkling grin, that’s all Blaine wanted to see. Not the hesitance he’d just witnessed.

            He forced a smile, though it wasn’t all that hard to manage a smile in Kurt’s presence. “I would love that, Kurt.” He said. To try and express how touched he felt that Kurt wanted to make him comfortable, he added a soft “Thank you,” and gently touched Kurt’s hand. The flash of hope in Kurt’s eyes was unmistakable. Blaine wanted nothing more then to take that image and hold it inside for the rest of his life. His heart twisted in his chest and the pit in his stomach felt absolutely endless. Blaine realized, whether he got his precious memories back or not, Kurt was there to stay. And it was slowly becoming clear that Blaine was perfectly okay with that.