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Prologue

The first thing Blaine was aware of was the pain. He felt it first in his head. It felt like someone was inside his skull carving away pieces of his brain. He tried opening his eyes, and immediately decided it was a bad idea. He flung his right arm over his sensitive eyes to try to shield them, but regretted the motion immediately when a terrible pain shot through the limb.

"Oh my god he moving! He's awake! Blaine? Blaine, sweetie, can you hear me? Nurse!" Blaine heard footsteps, a door opening and then closing again.

That's when it hit Blaine. He was in the hospital. Of course he was in the hospital; those guys beat the crap out of them. He closed his eyes and lowered his arm, trying to focus. The last thing he remembered was feet slamming into his ribs, and Sam calling his name, and a well-aimed kick to his face.

And then there was just black.

Sam! Blaine opened his eyes again, this time forcing them to stay open through the pain in his head, and tried to sit up.

"Easy there, dude. Don't hurt yourself even more."

Blaine immediately relaxed and fell back against the bed. He let out a deep breath. Sam was okay. It didn't matter what was wrong with him, because as long as Sam was okay he would be okay. He glanced at Sam to assess the damage, because he'd seen them get a few good licks in on him, but what he saw shocked him so much that he forgot about his pain.

Sam didn't have a mark on him. How was that even possible? After his initial scan for injury Blaine actually started to focus on Sam's features.

How long had Blaine been asleep?

Gone was Blaine's lanky 15-year-old boyfriend and in his place was a...a man. A very attractive man Blaine's mind supplied helpfully.

"Dude, why are you looking at me like that?" The new Sam said, looking at Blaine strangely.

Before Blaine could say anything the door flew open once again and two people entered. One was a nurse, who hustled over to Blaine and immediately started taking his vitals, and the other was a pale skinned man with blue eyes that focused on Blaine with a look that he didn't know how to read.

Blaine had never seen him before in his life.

The nurse began to speak to him drawing his eyes away from the stranger. She held a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other, ready to write on the clipboard.

"Hi, Blaine. My name is Anna, and I'll be your nurse for today. You took a pretty hard hit to your head, so I'm just going to ask you a few questions, okay?"

Blaine suddenly became aware of his headache once more.

"Okay."

"Great. First off, what is your name?"

"Blaine."

"Your full name please."

"Blaine Devon Anderson."

"Good. When is your birthday?"

"April 6, 1995."

"Fantastic. Your parents' names?"

"Laurel and Michael Anderson."

"Great. Do you know what year it is?"

"2010."

The nurse stopped her frantic writing and looked at Blaine strangely.

"What year did you say it is?"

"2010," Blaine repeated a little less sure. Was that not the year anymore? Had Blaine been asleep for over a year? That would definitely explain the dramatic difference in his boyfriend. Blaine glanced at Sam once again, who was looking at his feet. He could feel the panic rising with the beat of his pulse, and he forced himself to calm down. Surely there was a reasonable explanation for all of this. He looked back to the nurse, but her face was blank.

"Blaine, how old are you?"

"I turned fifteen yesterday. Well not yesterday I guess, but the day that this," he gestured to himself vaguely, "happened."

The man finally spoke, and Blaine recognized his voice as the one that had spoken when he started to wake up.

"Blaine, sweetie, what are you talking abou-," the nurse cut him off.

"Blaine, why do you think your here?"

"I know why I'm here! Those jerks beat the crap out of me and Sam just because they couldn't deal with the fact that we love each other."

Everyone in the room had a different reaction. The nurse excused herself, saying something about getting a doctor. Sam wore a look that looked somewhere between hurt and happy, which confused Blaine. The man with the blue eyes looked like someone who has just had their suspicions confirmed, but were too unsure to say anything.

Who was this man? Blaine had to know.

"Who are you?"

The man looked hurt for a fraction of a second, but he covered it fast.

"Blaine it's me, Kurt." When that didn't seem to ring any bells he added, "Your husband."

Blaine's eyes widened. Husband? This guy was nuts.

"Husband? I'm fifteen! I can't have a husband! And besides, even if I did have a husband, which I don't, why would it be you? I don't even know you! And if I were to marry anyone it would obviously be my boyfriend, not some stranger." Blaine was freaking out now. He couldn't be married to this stranger. This was all so weird. Maybe he was still asleep?

Through his panic he heard the stranger, Kurt he had called himself, speak again.

"And who do you think your boyfriend is exactly?"

"Sam of course!" Kurt glanced at Sam, who was still staring at the floor intently, with a look of pure jealousy. Then he looked back at Blaine, arranging his face into a much calmer, more soothing look. He spoke to Blaine in the same way that you would speak to a toddler asking silly questions.

"Blaine, sweetie, your just confused," Blaine really wished he would stop calling him sweetie. "It's 2020, not 2010. You were hit by a car, and you hit your head pretty hard. Sam wasn't there, there were no guys. And you and Sam have never dated, Sam is straight. I'm your husband. Right Sam?"

Blaine looked to Sam pleading with his eyes for him to tell this guy he was crazy, that they loved each other, and they had since they met. That was not Sam's response. Without looking at either of them Sam replied, "He's your husband."

Blaine felt the world come crashing down around him.

"And tell him you never dated, that you're straight. Come on Sam, he needs to hear it; it's the only way to get him back in his right mind! Letting him believe his fantasies are actual memories will only hurt him more."

Sam finally looked at Blaine, his face unreadable, and Blaine braced himself for the heartbreaking words.

"He is your husband Blaine," and then to Kurt, "but the other part isn't true." Kurt took a step back.

"Excuse me?" He said disbelief in his voice. "This isn't the time for jokes Sam! Blaine is clearly confused and he needs to know the truth."

"I am telling the truth! You and Blaine are married, but me and Blaine did date when we were fourteen..."

A/N: This is an idea that just popped into my head one day and has stuck with me. I would like this story to be about Sam and Blaine meeting and dating, and then I would like to do a sequel about Blaine getting his memories back. Please review and tell me what you think. It might be a while before the next update because this is all I have written at the moment. I just wanted to get it out and see the response. This is my first Glee story, and my first multi-chapter fic, so criticism is welcome. Thanks for reading!