One morning, a month after the incident, Blaine drops a huge bomb on him.

“We’re getting married.”

Kurt almost drops his spoon in his breakfast bowl.

“We are?” he asks, trying to sound calm.

“We are,” Blaine confirms, “We’re getting married next spring. We have the venue booked. Our playlist is almost finished. We tasted the cake. We picked our song for the first dance. I am pretty sure Cooper is working on his best man speech, even though he’s not my best man… But yeah, we’re getting married.”

Kurt sets his spoon down and he just stares at Blaine. He doesn’t know what to say, or what to think. To Kurt, they’ve only been officially dating for two weeks and now Blaine tells him that they’re getting married soon.

And don’t get him wrong. Dating Blaine has been absolutely wonderful and Kurt has ever hoped for. After being in Ohio for so long, it’s nice to have a boyfriend who he can kiss and hold hands with and talk to. He loves waking up next to Blaine, knowing that he gets to spend the rest of the day with him.

Blaine’s also there for the sad parts. Blaine’s there to hold him when he cries at his mother’s dresser. Blaine doesn’t make fun of Kurt not knowing how to use his Springo. Blaine holds his hand when the results of the MRI can’t explain the memory loss.

It’s too fast. This is way too fast.

“Why are you telling me this?” Kurt blurts out. He no longer tries to sound calm.

“Because I think it might be time for us to face the music,” Blaine says sadly, “I’d marry you, still, but I can imagine that you might not want to marry someone you’ve just met. It’s been a month, Kurt, and I know we might have more time to get your memories back, but I do think you should know that we are getting married soon. If your memories don’t come back before that, I can understand if you want to break off the engagement. After all, losing your memories is not just some small hiccup or a pebble on the road. It’s huge.”

“I like you,” Kurt says immediately. It’s true. He really, really likes Blaine. But Blaine’s right. For Kurt, this is too soon.

Blaine smiles sadly. “I like you too, Kurt.”

Kurt knows what’s left unsaid. Blaine loves Kurt, but he doesn’t want to constantly say it, since he doesn’t want Kurt to feel uncomfortable. Kurt respects that, although the whole marriage bomb puts him in a very uncomfortable position now.

Kurt remains speechless, so Blaine says: “Look, we don’t have to make a decision right now. You just deserve to know what is going on in your life.”

The day after, Kurt gets an unexpected phone call. The screen lights up and Kurt can clearly read the name ‘Kitty’. Now, Kurt knows that he and Kitty are friends. It is just weird to think about it. The last time he saw Kitty, he was working at the Lima Bean and she was treating him horribly.

According to Rachel, the New Directions alumni have been updated a while ago. Kurt isn’t exactly ready to talk to them. Sometimes, talking to Rachel feels terrible. Rachel is clearly still Rachel, but then she mentions a memory that Kurt can’t remember, or she acts just a little bit too kind and Kurt gets thrown off all over again.

His friends text him every now and then, which is good enough. According to Blaine, everyone uses texting nowadays. Calling is only for serious topics, which is another reason why Kurt’s anxious to see that Kitty is calling him.

Maybe he should pick up. He barely knows Kitty, apart from the fact that she is (was?) a pain in the ass.

“Hello?” Kurt says nervously.

“Oh, hey! I didn’t expect you to pick up,” Kitty says lightly. She sounds friendly. It feels wrong.

Kurt shakes his head. It’s been fifteen years. Of course, Kitty has changed. She’s probably not the annoying Quinn wannabe anymore.

“Hi Kitty,” Kurt says shortly. He doesn’t really know what else to say.

“So, uhm, heard that you got yourself a brain injury,” Kitty says. Kurt scoffs at her tone of voice.

“My MRI results were clear: I do not have a brain injury.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s cool.”

This is awkward. It is even more awkward than that one time where Kurt taught Finn how to wash his balls. Thinking about Finn makes Kurt’s heart ache.

“Uhm, okay, hi,” Kitty sighs. It gives Kurt pleasure that it is just as awkward for her. Then he shakes his head again. Kurt logically knows that he’s being unfair towards her, since Kitty is clearly not the person she used to be, but it’s weird for Kurt to think that he and Kitty Wilde are friends.

“Hi.”

“I just, uhm, I want to say that I am sorry,” Kitty says and Kurt’s taken aback. He did not expect an apology, especially not from Kitty Wilde. “I know that this is weird, so I am aware that you think of me as a crazy bitch and I was a crazy bitch. So, I just want to clear the air: I am sorry for the way I’ve treated you back in high school.”

Kurt doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t say anything.

“I gotta say that it’s weird for me to say this to you, since we’ve had this conversation ages ago, but I guess this is even weirder for you.”

“You don’t say,” Kurt grumbles.

“I just hope that I can proof to you that we can be great friends. I’ve done it before, so I can definitely do it again.”

“How exactly did we become friends?” Kurt bites out. He immediately covers his mouth with his spare hand. That was unnecessarily rude, he knows it, but it just happened. He’s about to apologise when Kitty answers.

“Oh, well, that is a long story. You honestly wouldn’t believe it.”

She’s right. Kurt already has problems believing it and she hasn’t even started yet.

“After high school, I took a gap year with the full intention to go to college after that gap year. Well, I didn’t end up at college, but I somehow ended up in New York. I moved to New York in 2015 and I needed a place to crash. You and Rachel were still living in that dead end loft of yours, so you took me in. After all, Santana had already left by that moment.”

“Rachel and I took you in?” Kurt asks incredulously.

“I know it might sound shocking to you, but by that time, our hostility level had already been lowered. I can’t say that you liked me, because you definitely didn’t, but you tolerated me and the feeling was mutual. In fact, you kicked me out after just half a year! That was the best choice ever. We clearly were terrible roommates, but we slowly became friends.”

It is still hard to believe it and Kitty’s talking vaguely, but she’s calling him. She must care for him.

So Kurt sets his pride aside and he shocks her by asking: “Would you like to meet up? Grab some coffee and catch up?”

There small stunned silence gets broken by Kitty.

“I-I’d love to,” she sounds choked up.

“Alright. That might be nice.”

“Yeah. Do you also want to meet my boyfriend Roderick, or is that too much to handle?”

“Do I like Roderick?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Does Roderick like me?”

“Well, to this day, you’re his favourite teacher, so-”

“I’m his favourite what?”

Meeting Kitty (again) is only the beginning. A few days after the phone call, Blaine invites some of their friends over for dinner. They’re all unfamiliar to Kurt.

Before they arrive, Blaine gives a small rundown.

“Wes is my best friend since high school. Mae is his girlfriend of four years. Sebastian and I also go way back, and not in a good way, but we’ve talked it out. He’s been dating Adam for five years or so. Adam is coincidentally your ex-boyfriend.”

Kurt gapes at Blaine. He’s known that Blaine’s not technically his first boyfriend, but he didn’t expect his ex to still be in their lives.

“How did we end up being friends with my ex-boyfriend and his new boyfriend?”

“It’s a weird story and I am pretty sure that they’ll tell you later today. After all, Adam can’t shut up about it.”

Kurt is stunned into silence, but he still helps Blaine with setting the table. The two of them have cooked pasta pesto and the others are bringing food as well. It’s going to be a fun potluck filled with people that Kurt does not remember.

Well, the coffee date with Kitty ended up being nice. Her boyfriend did not join them, since Kurt’s not ready for that, but it was okay. Weird, but okay.

Kurt has no reason to dislike these people, and even if he did, he doesn’t remember it.

The doorbell rings and Blaine goes to greet them. Kurt waits in the kitchen and he has his back turned towards the door. He takes a deep breath and counts to ten. He can do it. These people are completely unfamiliar to him, so it’s different from the New Directions or his family.

“Heya, Kurt!”

Kurt takes another deep breath and he turns around. There’s a tall, brown-haired man who a weird smirk on his face. It makes Kurt think of a meerkat. He holds a bowl with food. Another man’s arm is hooked into his. He’s shorter than meerkat-face and he has blond, slightly curly hair. He looks older than everyone else in the room.

One of these guys is Kurt’s ex.

Behind them, an Asian guy with glasses is hugging Blaine tightly. A woman is watching them with an amused look on her face. She is also holding food. Her long, brown hair has been tied into a neat bun and Kurt loves her outfit. 2027 fashion is not necessarily Kurt’s taste, but she makes it look good.

“Kurt, nice to meet you again,” meerkat-face says kindly, “I’m Sebastian and this is Adam.”

“I’m capable of introducing myself, Seb,” Adam says playfully and oh, he’s British. Kurt also realises that the older guy is his ex.

“I’m Mae, where can I put this?” the woman, Mae, says and she holds up the food.

“Uh, kitchen?” Kurt answers and Mae nods. She moves past him. She clearly knows her way around the apartment.

“Oh, Kurt, you’re not going to be ready for this,” the other man, probably Wes, skips the introduction, “Mae has made chebu jën. You’ve probably forgotten the taste, so get ready to be amazed!”

“Chebu- what?”

Mae returns from the kitchen. “Don’t listen to him. He’s overexaggerating. It is my mother’s recipe and I cannot do her justice.”

“Mae’s mother is originally from Senegal, so Mae grew up with Senegalese cuisine,” Blaine says when he sees the confused look on Kurt’s face. Kurt instinctively moves closer to Blaine to hold him. He needs it. “Trust me, it’s good. You love it. It is definitely better than the food from her father’s side.”

“Hang on, I can appreciate some Dutch hutspot with hachée,” Adam says indignantly.

“Yes, but you’re from England,” Sebastian says playfully, “You’re known for your poor taste.”

“Be nice! I only allow kindness under my roof,” Blaine sing-songs.

“Of course,” Wes punches him in the shoulder.

Sebastian also puts the bowl with food (salad, apparently) in the kitchen and Adam reveals a bottle of wine from under his coat. Blaine frees himself from Kurt’s grip and takes everyone’s coats and Mae effortlessly starts roaming around the apartment to dim the lights for atmosphere and to put on music.

Now, Kurt’s gotten used to his apartment, but these people walk around so carelessly, they definitely beat him. They probably feel more at home here than him. They are also very comfortable around each other.

“Ugh, Mimi has a terrible taste in music,” Mae says as she scrolls through the collection of digitally-owned music on Blaine’s phone. Yup, she’s definitely comfortable with Blaine, since Blaine only allows a select group of people access to his phone. Not even Rachel can access it.

“Mimi doesn’t have a consciousness. You think Blaine has a terrible taste,” Kurt says. He’s also still not used to the AI’s everywhere.

“Well, that is true.”

Mae turns back to the music and Kurt’s phone buzzes in his pocket. Time to tap his nose three times. He’s been doing it for a while now, and it makes Kurt feel good. It’s a bit reassuring. Mae sees him tapping, but she doesn’t seem to care that much.

Blaine comes back from storing the coats and Kurt immediately moves towards him to take Blaine’s hand.

Blaine squeezes it.

“You’re going to be fine. They love you.”

No memories. No pretences. No expectations.

He can do this.