Happy New Year! As I promised a few of you here is my latest Fic! It sorta goes with me one-shot, Eggnog. But If you don't have to read it for this story to make sense. I'll probably post chapters every two weeks or so.

Rating: T for now, It might raise later but I'll give a warning before it happens
Parings: Kurt Hummel/Dave Karofsky, Mentions of Kurt/Blaine
Disclaimer for the Whole Fic: Glee belongs to Fox and obviously not me.

A Blank Future
Chapter 1

June 2nd 2012

Kurt posed with Blaine for pictures in the crowed football field. He had made it, graduation. All the drama, all the homework, all of the glee memories, was over. The chapter had ended and a new one was beginning.

"Oh, my boys are all grown up." Carol said with tears in her eyes as she took a shot with Kurt and Finn together.

"Aw, Mom, it's ok, don't cry." Finn said as the much shorter woman engulfed the brothers in a hug.

"I know you two are off to do great things, it's just hard not to think of us all being together."

"You and Burt will have a great time living in Washington."

"And Kurt will only be 4 hours away in New York." Blaine interjected.

Carol was still sniffling but you could tell she was happy and proud of her sons. Finn got a small scholarship and assistant couching job in Cridersville, just twenty minutes outside Lima. With Burt becoming state senator, the happy couple was relocating to Washington. Leaving Finn the house and the shop.

Kurt had his future all thought out, he had gotten into NYADA with Rachel, he had Blaine, everything was going to be perfect.


The Glee club had one last party for all the graduates that afternoon. Kurt arrived at the McKinley High's choir room, for what he was sure to be the last time. The new Directions, filled the room, their first place trophy for nationals was shiny brightly in the center of the room. Kurt smiled brightly, at the memory.

"We trumped the Show Choir world now it's Broadways turn!" One Rachel Berry declared as she latched her arm around Kurt's.

"And they better watch out," Mr. Shue said, "NYADA doesn't know how lucky they are to get two of my most talented students." He raised his punch glass along with the rest gleeks, cheers of congratulations for all of the graduates filled the room.

"Now, boy, I know you best be calling me when your in New York." Mercedes said pointing at Kurt, "Don't leave me hanging."

Kurt laughed, "Mercedes, you're the one who going to forget to call me. You'll be so busy in L.A."

Mercedes promised that she would keep her best friend up to date on everything that'll happen to her as she tries to land an acting job.

In fact it seemed that all of the seniors were going their separate ways, Mike Change was going to study dance in Florida. Quinn was accepted to Yale's preforming art department. Puck surprised everyone by actually graduating and was crossing enemy lines to go play football in Michigan. Brittany failed all of her classes and therefore was coming back next year to repeat a year. Santana also failed, although she did so in a dramatic fashion by tearing apart her final exams and calling her teacher a granny tranny. Everyone knew she was staying around for Brittany, to help her girlfriend pass her classes.

The party continued, as all of the glee clubs gatherings did, with a lot of singing. Puckerman, Artie, and Sam where preforming a particularly humorous rendition of a Maroon 5 song when Kurt's phone started ringing. The caller ID said that it was Carol.

"Hey," Kurt answered, "Sorry the party's running longer than we thought, Finn and I will be ho-"

Carol's voice sounded as if she was about to cry. "Kurt. Burt is in the Hospital."

Kurt froze, he could feel himself going numb, "What-What happened?" He stood and started walking away from the noisy classroom.

"I'm not sure. He said that his chest had been hurting him for a weeks but he was to busy to go to the doctor, the ambulance got him. They think it's another heart attack."

Kurt got a few more details out of his step-mother and hung up. By this point everyone had noticed Kurt's panicked face.

"Kurt, what's happened?" Blaine asked.

"My Dad," He replied shakily, "They-they think that he had an other heart attack." He looked around quickly. "I've got to go, I've got to get to the hospital."

Finn took Kurt's keys from his hands, "I'll drive," he said looking just as worried for his step-father. Kurt nodded, concerned mummers could be heard from the choir room as they both left swiftly.

Kurt couldn't think straight. What if his dad got into another coma? What if something more serious happened? He couldn't handle that train of thought. His dad would have to be alright, he just would. The brothers had just stepped into the school parking lot, Kurt lost in thought and running ahead wasn't aware of the danger until it was too late.

"Kurt! WATCH OUT!"

Kurt turned in time to see two overly bright headlights.


"Mr. Hummel?

Kurt groaned incoherently. His head was splitting with pain.

"Mr. Hummel, if you can hear me I'd like you to try and open your eyes."

Kurt cracked his eyes open and was greeted by the harsh hospital florescent lights.

"Ah, very good. Nice to see you with us Mr. Hummel, we were worried there for a second." An elderly man in a white lab coat smiled down at him.

"Kurt?" A second man asked. Kurt looked over, but it didn't make sense, why would this person be here? He looked at Kurt with such concern and caring, his eyes seemed red as if he'd been crying recently. It just didn't make sense.

"Kurt?" He asked again. His hand came up and gently cupped Kurt's face.

"Dave?" Kurt croaked out, his voice sounded rusty from lack of use. Kurt grabbed Dave's hand and slowly pulled it away from his face. A confused look colored both of their features.

"Doc, what's going on?" Dave asked the doctor while keeping his eyes on Kurt.

"Hmmm," The Doctor rubbed his chin. "Kurt I need to ask you a few questions." He helped his patient sit up. Then he took out a pen light and started shining it in Kurt's eyes. "Can you tell me your full name?"

"Kurt Hummel. No middle name."

"Hmmm, alright now how about you tell me what month it is?"

"It's . . . it's," Kurt paused, his muddled mind starting to clear. "What happened? Why am I here?"

"You were in a bit of an accident," The doc pulled out a chart and started writing on it. "Do you remember any of what happened?"

"Accident," Kurt murmured, "Yes, there was. I think there was a car."

The doctor encouraged Kurt to continue.

"We were going to - to the hospital. The hospital! My dad! Is my dad ok?"

The doctor looks a bit confused and looks past Kurt to Dave.

"Kurt, your dad is fine," Dave says in a cautionary tone.

"No!" Kurt answers his mind finally seeming to catch up with him. "He had another heart attack! I was at the glee club graduation party."

"Kurt, I need you to tell me your age." The doctor said looking very serious.

"I'm . . . I'm, nineteen? No, wait that can't be right. I'm older than that." Kurt raked his hand through his hair.

The doctor stood up straight, "Well Mr. Hummel, you were in a car accident, but you seem to be remembering the wrong one. It would seem that you have a case of amnesia. It's probably just due to the traumatic experience, but I'd like to run a few test's just to make sure there is no other problems."

Kurt seemed confused again. "I, I lost my memory?"

"Well you've certainly seemed to have lost a few of them that's for sure. But don't worry, either of you, it's usually temporary."

"Usually? I'm walking around with a hole in my head here! And there's nothing you can do about?"

"I know that this is a bit of a shock, but all it usually takes it just a bit of jarring, some reminders. I'm going to go get your test set up. And while I'm gone I suggest that you," he aimed his words at Dave, "catch him up on the last five years."

With that the doctor left. Kurt looked over at the man that supposedly had all the answers to his past. Now that he looked more closely he could see the difference, David of course looked older, but he also didn't have the stiff guarded expression that Kurt was so used to seeing him wear.

They sat in silence, Dave didn't seem to know what to say, and Kurt didn't know where to begin. Five years! There's so much that happens over that much period of time.

Well, one thing at a time. "Was he ok?"

Dave looked up, "Who?" he asked.

"My father, who else! If your the one who's going to catch me up on my life your going to have to come up with a coherent sentence!"

Dave seemed a bit off put by Kurt's snapping, "Um, yeah. Yeah, he was fine. It was too much stress from the election. Oh and he's doing great now, that was his last heart attack."

Kurt felt relieved, no coma, no more attacks. "Good." He sighed.

Kurt looked at David again, the question coming to him for a second time. "Why are you here?"

Dave's mouth opened and closed a couple of time, trying to find the right words. If Kurt had to place an emotion to his expression it would be, hurt.

David rose from his chair and retrieved a heavy envelop off of the bedside stand. He carefully spilled out the contents on the table Kurt spotted a wallet, a wrist watch, and a travel size hairspray. David picked up a small shiny object from the pile.

"These were, uh, were your belongings they pulled from the crash. Everything's been so crazy waiting to see if you'd wake up."

Slowly and carefully Dave held up Kurt's hand and placed the object in his open palm. Kurt stared at, thinking maybe his brain was still on the fritz because he couldn't understand why there was a simple gold ring in his hand. That is until, he noticed a matching band on David's left hand. The truth dawned on him slowly.

He was married to David Karofsky.

I feel like I rushed the beginning :/ I think I just really wanted to bring in Dave quickly so, oh well.
I don't have a BETA so please forgive all my mistakes.
Thank you so much for reading and don't forget to leave a review!
~Punzy