A/N Holy. Sweet. God. I am writing a KLAINE fanfiction. For any of you who haven't read my other fics, I hate Blaine. He's a doucebag in my eyes. I won't be that mean to him in this fic though. I hope you enjoy it.

Pairings: Finn/Rachel, Tina/Mike, Blaine/Kurt, Santana/OC, Brittany/Sam

Artie, Puck, and Quinn Forever Alone

White. That was Kurt could see when he opened his eyes. The light hurt them and he snapped them shut quickly. He could faintly hear a beeping noise near his head. He was so tired still. He closed his eyes. He was confused. His head felt like it was full of cotton and any noise he heard sounded like he was underwater. He was tired but he felt that he shouldn't go to sleep yet. He groaned when pain shot through his head.

"HE'S AWAKE! Finn! Don't just sit there, call the doctor," Kurt heard a high voice yell, cutting through his brain's heavy haze like a knife through butter. He groaned again and allowed hiself to be swalled again by the darkness.

Kurt didn't know how long he'd been out when he opened his eyes. Remembering the pain the light had caused, he opened his eyes again cautiously. The harsh white light still hurt them but the pain had lessened greatly and he was able to keep them open. He looked around the small room. He was clearly in a hospital. But where? Why? He couldn't remember.

Something clearly happened, he thought, I'll remember soon enough.

He looked around. He saw there was a nurse there. She looked surprised to see him awake and said that she would call a doctor and that he would explain everything. He half heard her words. He looked down at himself expecting injuries. He had a had a cast on his right arm as well as bandages around his left hand and foot. His skin seemed to be all bruises but those would heal. He was wondering what could have happened. He didn't noiced the nurse leave but a few minutes later she came back with a doctor and a glass of water with a straw. She helped Kurt with the glass to help his throat and mouth which was dry and rough as if he'd tried to swallow a desert.

"How are you feeling?" the doctor asked as he fiddled with some of the machines.

Kurt shrugged but even that simple action hurt like hell. The doctor noticed him wince. "Would you like some pain medication?" the doctor asked.

Kurt began to nod but stopped when it made his head throb. The doctor sent the nurse to get something for the pain but Kurt hardly noticed.

"How long was I out for?" Kurt asked, his voice was hoarse and sounded as if he hadn't used it in years. His heart seemed to skip a beep. What if it really had been years? What if the reason that no one was there was because he'd been in a coma and his parents were dead and he didn't have any friends- Come to think of it, he didn't know if he had any friends. What were his parents names again? What was his own name again?

"Two days," the doctor said, jerking Kurt from his thoughts.

"What happened? Why isn't anyone here?" Kurt asked.

The doctors sighed and stopped messing with the machines. He stood at the end of Kurt's bed. "You were in a bad car accident two days ago. You haven't been out cold the whole time, you've been drifting in and out of conscience. However, this has been the first time you've remained awake for more than a minute or two. It's normal not to remember that but I'll have to ask you some questions in a bit. And as for no one being here, we couldn't get your brother and roommate out of your room for the past two days. The staff finally persuaded them to go back home to sleep and take some care of themselves but they're being contacted now that your awake."

Kurt's mind was racing. He had a brother? That was new. But he's only been out for two days. There was no way he could have a new brother that he's never heard of in that amount of time. Damn it! Why couldn't he remember?

"Can I ask you the questions now?" the doctor asked.

Kurt nodded. He didn't trust himself to speak. He didn't think he could answer any of the questions.

"Do you know what happened right before the crash?"

"No," Kurt said softly. The doctor nodded and wrote something on his clipboard. He didn't look concerned at all. That was a good thing, maybe. Kurt wondered what he was writing.

"Do you know the date today? Or the date of the day you were in the crash?" the doctor asked.

Kurt thought about it for a moment. "You said the accident was two days ago so now it's...December 14, 2014?"

The doctor nodded and smiled. Kurt smiled. "I'm going to ask you about your life now. Is that OK?"

Kurt nodded although he was incredibly nervous. This was what he didn't seem to know anything about.

"Do you remember where your home town is?" the doctor asked.

Kurt tried to think, to remember but he couldn't. He shook his head slowly and the doctor started to look a little more concerned. He scribbled something on the bored and continured, "What is your father's name?"

Kurt shook his head again. "I don't know," he whispered.

The doctor looked really concerned now, almost scared. "Do you remember anything?" he asked.

Kurt nodded. "I remembered the date, didn't I?" he said defensively. Or maybe desparately. He did know something and at least he knew something. He was desparate to know anything.

"Yes," the doctor said slowly, "that's what confuses me. You remember the date but not your father's name. Who's the current president of the United States?"

"President Barack Obama," Kurt responded immediately.

The doctor nodded and frowned. Kurt stared down at his hands. He tried to think of his name, his birthday, heck even his age, but there was nothing. There were facts about the world. The date, the current president, the latest news, what country Paris was in, who celebrities were, but nothing about himself. He wouldn't know if he'd ever been to Paris or who his favorite celebrity was. He tried to think of what might be wrong with him. One word suddenly popped into his head. It was what must be wrong with him, the only thing that could be wrong.

Kurt looked at the doctor who was standing at the foot of his bed still frowning at him. "Do I have amnesia?" Kurt asked.

Looking sad but with no hesitation, the doctor nodded.

A/N I know that it isn't medically accurate at all but I'm not here to be medically accurate I'm here to write worthless fanfiction. But if any of you have advice about I could make it more accurate, don't hesitate to tell me. Reviews are Love. (^_^)

Peace, Love, Glee

Julez