Hey guys! I'm trying something new; it's been kind of difficult. I've been writing this for a long time, because I've needed to go back and change things. This is a Klaine fic, so if you don't like Klaine, don't read it! ;D

Hope you guys enjoy. Give me some feedback, ask questions, anything!

Disclaimer: If I owned glee Klaine would still be together!

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Summary: When Kurt finds there's something seriously wrong with him and he's completely lost, can Blaine help him, or will Kurt accidentally push him away? Can their love keep them together? AU. KLAINE!

Kurt POV

I opened my locker, wishing I had someone to talk to. I replaced my books with my bag and headed for the choir room. Everyone was already there; I was late. I hurried to my seat, and when I was seated Mr. Shue started.

I didn't pay attention; I just stared at my hands. I could feel someone's eyes on me, and when I looked up, Blaine quickly looked away quickly.

Blaine was staring at me? Why? I checked my hair to make sure there was nothing in it.

We all sang a Christmas song together, during which I hardly even opened my mouth.

At the end we were dismissed, and I stood to leave.

"Wait, Kurt, I want to talk to you." Mr. Shue said.

I groaned inside and walked over to him. "Yeah?"

"I've noticed you've been acting down recently. Do you want to talk about it?"

I shrugged. "It's nothing. I'm just tired."

He didn't look like he believed me, and I didn't blame him. I wasn't great at lying. "Okay, but if you need someone to talk to, remember I'm here."

"Okay, Mr. Shue. Can I go now?"

He didn't look very happy, but he still responded with "Sure. Bye, Kurt."

"Bye Mr. Shue." I turned away, and saw that the room was still not empty. Quinn, Tina, Mike, Blaine, Sam and Rory were still here, doing some stuff. Blaine was staring, and when his eyes met mine, he dropped his eyes and turned to Tina again.

I started to walk from the room, but for a second everything spun in circles, and my head hit the floor. For a moment everything was quiet, and then someone said, "Kurt!" and everything went black.

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"Kurt, it's your move."

I opened my eyes, and had a dizzying moment as the inside of my mind repositioned. I was sitting up, in a chair.

I was looking at a game board; chess. Someone sat on the other side, his brown eyes trained on me. We were in a small room, nowhere I recognized.

"Kurt, it's your turn. Are you gonna go?" Blaine said.

"What?" I looked at him. Was I dreaming?

"Go, it's your turn."

"Um... I don't know how to play chess."

He grinned. "I know that, you've already told me. But I just told you your options."

I looked at the board. None of the pieces looked familiar. "Um... Can you tell me again?"

He gave me a bunch of options, and I chose one of them. He took out the piece I had moved. I stared at him.

"What?" he said.

"Where are we?" I asked.

He looked at me, confused. He looked over his shoulder. "My house. Where else?"

"How did I get here?" I said.

He looked at me like I was telling him he had lettuce growing out of his ears. "You walked through the front door. You don't remember?"

"No," I said. "I don't."

"Okay," he said, shaking his head, "Maybe we should stop playing." He put the board away, and stood and then sat on the couch. He patted the spot next to him. I cautiously sat next to him, wondering what was wrong with him.

He looked at me. "What's wrong with you?" he said.

"I don't know." I whispered.

"Well, maybe I can help." he smirked, and he leaned forward and kissed me.

Just like that!

I was frozen for a second as his hands slipped around my waist and held me close to him. I couldn't move at all. We were hardly friends! One of his hands kept me held in place while the other tangled into my hair, clutching my face to his. He tasted amazing... But it seemed wrong. Why was he kissing...? I lost my train of thought as he laughed a bit, breaking the kiss, but he went right back to kissing me, grabbing my hand and bringing it up to his neck, where he left it and put his hand back on my face. Electricity shot through me, making my spine tingle. His other hand was on my waist, and my shirt was coming up a bit, his fingers brushing my skin. The heat of his fingers set my skin on fire.

Once I forced myself to remember my name I decided it was going a bit too far and pushed him off. "What the hell?" I said. "Where did that come from? You hardly talk to me!"

He looked kind of disappointed, and then confused. "What are you talking about? We talk every day."

"Uh, no, we don't."

"We go to coffee, almost every day."

"What?"

"Oh." he said, the confusion wiping off his face and a grin replacing it. He sure was attractive. "I get it."

"Get what?" I asked.

"You're playing a joke on me, aren't you? You're pretending you've forgotten every laugh, every conversation, every kiss?"

I couldn't breathe. Maybe he was playing a joke on me?

I covered my mouth, feeling lost and like I was about to cry.

He looked heartbroken at my expression. "Come here," he said, and he hugged me. I hugged him back, and he sighed. "I'm confused." he said, pulling away.

"Me too." I whispered.

"Okay," he turned so he was sitting facing me, and I was facing him. "Let's talk. You say you don't know how we got here."

"Right. I just fell and blacked out, and I woke up here."

"Okay, what happened right before you fell?"

"Um... Mr. Shue asked me if I felt okay and I said yeah I did. He told me that I could talk to him if I ever needed someone to talk to, and I said okay, and when I was walking away, I guess I tripped cause my head hit the floor and I blacked out." I took a breath.

His eyebrows were pushed down low. "This was at school?"

"Yeah."

"I don't remember this happening... Was I there?"

"Yeah, you were. You were standing behind me."

"Did I say anything to you?"

"No. I told you, we hardly talk."

He sighed. "This is weird... You're a different Kurt than I came here with today. You certainly seemed willing to kiss me up in the hall."

I flushed. "It's not that I'm not willing..." I mumbled.

He chuckled. His hand brushed across my cheek, and I blushed even deeper.

"Then what is it?" he whispered.

All I could say was, "Who are you?"

"Blaine Anderson?" It sounded like a question.

"This isn't the Blaine I know." I said.

"It's the same Blaine you were kissing a minute ago!"

"I know but I wasn't... Me then!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't remember that. I just... I just... I don't know what to do." I said, feeling my eyes staring to water.

He saw the beginning of my tears and looked heartbroken. He was hugging me before I knew what was happening.

I smiled, and he pulled away, smiling as well. "Thanks." I whispered. "That helped."

He looked at me as if trying to decide what was different.

"Blaine?" I said, having a wild thought.

"Yeah?"

"What's the date?"

"It's the fourth."

The fourth. What?!

"The forth of what?" I said, feeling deathly scared.

"November."

"What?! No. It's the fifth of April."

"Um Kurt, it's definitely the fourth of November."

"Oh my god." I said, and then everything started to spin again. I slumped against Blaine, and he jumped, trying to hold me up.

"Kurt? Kurt?!"

I couldn't respond, because everything went black.

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