“Where is he? Where is Kurt?” a frantic Burt Hummel asked.

“I’m Kurt; at least, that’s what the doctors told me. Do we know each other?” replied Kurt as he caught sight of a man in a baseball cap who had been calling his name earlier. Who was he? He was followed by a slightly short woman with medium length brown hair and kind eyes. An obscenely tall teen in a bubble vest who reminded Kurt of a lost puppy trailed behind them. The group rushed to his side.

“Hey kiddo, the doc told us about your memory loss. I’m Burt, your father. This is Carole, your step-mom, and Finn, your step-brother.” Burt gestured to the woman and teen.

“Will my mom be coming too?” Kurt wondered aloud.

Burt’s eyes widened and he looked to the floor, suddenly interested in his shoes.

“Sweetie, your mother passed away when you were eight. It was ulcerative colitis.” Carole squeezed Kurt’s hand and looked at him with a sad smile.

“Oh…well, that’s nice to know.” This was a lot to take in such a short amount of time. Kurt let his eyes wander towards the sleeping boy next to him. Luckily, Finn was there to lighten the mood.

“Dude, I know you have autism and stuff, but does that mean you’ll have to learn to walk again, ‘cause that’d be super awkward. Burt chuckled, Kurt gave Finn a bitch glare, and Carole informed him that ‘its amnesia, not autism, sweetheart.’

~oXo~

After an hour, Kurt’s family had left and the boy felt somewhat lonely. To his relief, Blaine woke up not 15 minutes afterwards (It didn’t have anything to do with Kurt poking his face. Honest).

“Wha’ Happen’?” Blaine mumbled and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“My family came. My step-mother left a plate of brownies and the latest issue of Vogue.”

Blaine perked up at the word ‘brownies’, looked around for a moment, and snatched one of the still warm brownies from the desk separating their beds all in one movement. “God, I live for Carole’s brownies.”

“Yeah, I don’t usually like brownies, but these are SO good.” Kurt reached to grab one as well.

“For the record, I think you’re really cute too.” Blaine said with a wink. Kurt froze mid-bite and blushed.

“Who are you?” he asked.
“I already told you, Blaine Anderson. The rest is gonna have to wait until we get home.”

Kurt was visibly annoyed and gave Blaine his patented bitch glare. Blaine chuckled, obviously used to this kind of treatment. “Well, Blaine Anderson, Is your family coming?”

“Nah,” Blaine replied as he helped himself to another one of Carole’s awesome brownies. “They live in Indiana. I’m staying at a really close friend’s place right now. I used to board at Dalton, this private school I went to, but then I transferred to this other school and my friend’s parents let me stay in their guest room until my aunt comes back from this cruise she’s on. She lives in the McKinley district.”

“Why did you transfer schools?” Dalton sounded like a nice place. It was a boarding school after all. Blaine must’ve had loads of friends there. He seemed like a rather charismatic humanitarian.

“Well, it was sort of a mix. Fist, Dalton wasn’t like the real world. I kept going on to my boyfriend d about how he has to have courage and stand up to people, but there I was living safe in a bubble of no tolerance bullying policies.” Boyfriend? Shit. There go my chances. “Also, I made loads of friends with the members of McKinley’s glee club, New Directions.”

“Nude Erec-?”

“No, New Di-rections.” Blaine corrected. “Not the most well thought out name. I know.”

They spent the rest of the day talking, well; Blaine did most of the talking, about little things; how nice their nurse, Destiny, was, how awful the cafeteria food tasted, the excitement that going home promised, Blaine’s old school, Blaine’s family, Blaine’s childhood, and pretty much Blaine in general. Early in the night, Blaine makes his way over to Kurt’s bed and slips in, over the blankets, next to Kurt. They talked and talked until both boys were too exhausted to continue. They were extremely comfortable with one another. Blaine was almost sad to leave the hospital the next day.

~oXo~

The car was packed. Burt was driving, Carole, was in the passenger’s seat, Fin was on the right end of the backseat, Blaine on the left, and that left Kurt squished in the middle. Not that he minded much. Blaine’s thigh was right up against his and his hand was on Kurt’s knee. Boyfriend. He has a boyfriend. Bad Kurt. No undapper thoughts for you.

Once the family (and Blaine) arrived at the Hudmel homestead, Finn went over to Puck’s while Burt and Carole stood with the boys in the kitchen and informed them of their previous reservation.

“Are you sure you boys will be fine without us?” asked Burt for the sixth time.

“Dad, its fine. I’m fine. We will both be fine!” Kurt pushed his father in the general direction of the door. “You made these reservations a month ago. It’s your birthday. Relax.”

Burt was still hesitant. He didn’t want anything to happen to his kid. HE had just woken up from a coma a few days ago.

Blaine saw the hesitation in Burt’s eyes. Dapper mode, activate. He thought to himself. “Mr. Hummel, I can assure you that absolutely no harm will come to your son whilst I’m here. We’re probably just going to watch Disney movies all night or play Scrabble.”

Burt raised an eyebrow. “Scrabble isn’t a teen code word for something is it?”

Blaine chuckled. “I can assure you it’s not. You can trust me Mr. Hummel.”

Burt sighed. “Alright kiddo, but don’t move your shoulder too much. Night, boys.”

Kurt could’ve sworn he saw Carole wink at them as she passed. He brushed off quickly. As soon as the door closed, he whipped around to face Blaine. “So, I get that I’m the so called ‘friend’ who you’re staying with,” The curly haired boy nodded. He looked smug. That really pissed Kurt off. “but who the hell is the boyfriend, so I can push him in front of moving traffic or something?”

“Oh, you know him, you just don’t remember.” Blaine was slowly making his way towards Kurt, trailing his fingers along the counter. He would stop every few seconds to pick up a fork or fiddle with a piece of paper. The boy loved teasing Kurt. He was only one or two inches away from him, their lips tantalizingly close. “His name is Kurt…” Blaine brushed the boy’s cheek with his fingers. It was so light that it barely counted as a touch. “Kurt. Matthew. Hummel.” He punctuated each word with tap to the taller boy’s nose.

Surprisingly, it was Kurt who initiated the kiss. Blaine gasped, taken aback, but quickly regained his composure. He unintentionally moaned into the kiss. He’d been waiting to this for so long. Kurt responded by running his hands through Blaine’s unruly curls and tugging a bit.

Blaine’s tongue brushed against Kurt’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. Kurt obliged, and their tongues began a battle for dominance. They kissed as if it were their first time, and their last time. Well, for Kurt, it was their first time. He concluded that Blaine tasted like RedVines, vanilla ice cream, and something distinctly Blaine.

Blaine already knew that Kurt tasted like non-fat mocha. He constantly wondered how the always managed to taste like coffee. The boy hadn’t had the stuff in days! Did he inject it into his blood steam or something?

The sheer need for oxygen outweighed the urge to keep kissing and they both pulled away, panting a bit. Kurt raised and eyebrow at Blaine.

“Even though I thoroughly enjoyed that,” Kurt’s voice was a bit higher than normal. It turned Blaine on. “The tension was almost as bad as when you serenaded Jeremiah at the GAP.”

Both boys froze. Blaine looked at him expectantly while Kurt realized what he just said.

“Kurt…” Blaine took the taller boy’s hands. “Oh my god. Do you remember anything else? “