Author's Note: So this idea kept buzzing around in my head. I finally wrote it down.

It's not exactly going to be a full-length story like my others. It's more of a short multi-chapter thing.

Anything like this will be referring to something that is written in the story.

Anything like this will be referring to a flashback in the story.

If something seems confusing, just let me know and I'll clear it up!

Hope you all like it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of it's character's. I'm not affiliated with anybody nor will I make any profit from this story. I own absolutely nothing and am just humoring my own insanity. Everything belongs to Ryan Murphy, Glee, Fox and anyone else that has patent over Glee and it's characters. I don't know or own the actors that portray these characters. Everything belongs to Ryan Murphy, Glee, Fox and anyone else that has patent over Glee and it's characters. Everything I know about army regulations and hospital procedures has been taken from the internet! Hope I covered everything I don't own!

~C.J.

(Chapter 1)

"Hi, Kurt. How are you feeling today?"

"Oh absolutely splendid, Quinn. The pasty colored walls and crisp smell of chemicals just perks me the hell up."

"When are you ever going to call me Dr. Fabray?"

"When I finally forget that we ever went to school together."

Quinn's attitude dissipated immediately, her face softening, maybe even a tinge of sadness crossing her features. "I told you we'd find out what the problem was before anything that drastic happened."

"Really? Because I don't remember that conversation happening between us, nor do I remember how long I've actually been here. This. Is. Ridiculous!" Kurt shouted, huffing in frustration at the confusion of it all.

However, Quinn didn't seem fazed. She just came over to Kurt's hospital bed and rubbed his arm soothingly, catching sight of the moisture prickling at the corners of Kurt's eyes. "Your dad brought you in. The University called him and said you collapsed in the middle of a lecture. When he rushed to get you from their on campus clinic, he found you vomiting into a trashcan."

"Oh my God…my students! Tests are in a couple of weeks and I still have to come up with a theme for their Fashion Final!" Kurt panicked.

Quinn chuckled, "No, no. You colleague, Sugar, took over your classes for the time being. It's just until you've found out what was wrong and have recovered enough to go back to teaching. You're one of their prize professors in the Fashion department after all."

Kurt scoffed, "She's hardly the person I would choose to—hold up! You don't even know what's wrong with me?"

"That…is also why I'm here. We did another work up…and we found something." Quinn leveled, her voice evening out into that monotone doctor voice.

"Tell me." Quinn pursed her lips in contemplation. "Please, Quinn. I don't care if I'll forget in the next minute or whatever. I just…I have to know."

Quinn nodded, pulling out a manila envelope from the inside of her white coat. She opened the flap to pull out some scans. Then she held them up to the light. "This is a scan of your brain."

"It's a fabulous brain."

"Only second to my own." Kurt scoffed, and Quinn gave a slight smile. "Now, you see this mass right here?" She pointed out.

Kurt's face paled, a churning in his gut making him want to dry heave. "Quinn, I know I'm not the smartest person here. But is that…?"

Quinn nodded sympathetically. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I really am, you have a tumor." She squeezed his shoulder. "But I do have some good news, Kurt."

Kurt let out a humorless chuckle. "Yeah? What could possibly constitute as good news after that?"

"It's benign. The tumor's not cancerous. Given your mother's history and what happened to her, I'd say this is good news. All we have to do is cut it out, and you'll be good as new."

"Are you talking…brain surgery? I need brain surgery?!" Kurt plopped his head back into the pillow and threw an arm over his face. A burning in his throat occurring with how much he wanted to cry and his sniffles being the only sound to be heard in the otherwise quiet hospital room. "I…want…Blaine."

"He's on active duty, Kurt."

"I know he's on active duty! My husband is on a 12-month deployment and I know that! I have not reached the point where I have forgotten about my own husband, DOCTOR FABRAY!" Kurt shouted at her, immediately feeling bad about taking out his frustrations on her when she got a slight look of hurt on her face. "I'm…I'm sorry. I…I just…"

"Kurt, it's okay. The tumor is messing with you in a lot of ways. I'll let you have some time to take it in. Carole will come by with your lunch, and in a couple of hours your dad will be out of work to visit you with Finn. And I will be back later…to discuss the surgery, okay?" Quinn said lightly, stroking her friend's hair gently.

"Okay…" Kurt said pathetically, swiping at the tear stains on his face.

"Here, I also brought these for you." When Kurt glanced up, he saw a pen and a sticky note pad being handed to him. "I figured you could write things down and post them around you. You know, so you can keep track of certain things."

Kurt accepted them, giving Quinn a watery smile before rolling his eyes at the bright pink color of the notes. "Thank you."

"Oh, and Kurt? I don't think you remember, but there is a letter from Blaine you keep under your pillow." She smiled at him, heart aching at the way his glassy eyes positively lit up at the information.

Quinn then turned on her heel and exited the room, closing the sliding door behind her. She walked over to the nearest closet and closed the door behind her. Gasps of air hiccupped from her mouth as she finally let the tears fall. Her delicate hand coming to try and muffle the sobs that wanted to escape her. For several minutes she let herself silently cry, asking the Lord that she prayed to so much why this had to happen to him. She jumped when the door opened, getting ready to claw out an intern's eyes for catching her in such a ruffled state, but she immediately retracted her claws when she saw it was Carole.

"Carole."

"Hi, honey."

"His memory is getting worse, he's forgotten again."

"I know…but, but I heard you finally have a diagnosis, right?"

"Yes, but it won't make what's happened any easier."

Meanwhile, Kurt eagerly reached under his pillow, pulling out the worn piece of paper. He'd obviously read it time and time again, though what it said Kurt wasn't really sure. There was only one way to find out. Kurt opened the letter and smiled, a picture falling out of his husband. He was in some camouflage pants and an army green shirt, his arm thrown around one of his fellow army buddies who had short-cropped, curly blonde hair. Rubbing a thumb over his husband's face, Kurt went back to read the letter.

Kurt Anderson

Kurt Hummel-Anderson

Mr. Hummel-Anderson

Mr. Kurt Anderson

My love,

Almost five years have gone by and I still can't get over the fact that you're legally my husband. Jeremiah thinks I'm still nothing but a love struck teenager, but how can I not be when everyday I wake up knowing you agreed to forever with me? Okay, I'm being mushy, I can see you rolling your eyes at me. Your beautiful unique glasz eyes that I miss seeing even when they are glaring at me with that seriously scary look you do because I've put my foot in my mouth (again!). Anyways, have I got some news for you!

I'm coming home, baby.

My R&R is coming up soon. Two weeks of just you and me. After we visit your pants (PARENTS! I meant parents) and Finn, I'm locking us upstairs in our bedroom. I need to get reacquainted with that perfect body of yours. I miss those noises you make, and the dirty things you say when I'm deep inside you. And God, I didn't intend to write that. Please don't show this to Carole or Burt (But say Hi to them for me! And Finn too! I miss them…but I will always miss you the most).

Hi, Kurt! This is Jeremiah! Please work your boy over good and hard before you send him back here. His whining and sexual frustration is getting on my nerv—(Ignore him!)

Dammit! I hate Jeremiah now! He is not my friend anymore! (I'm just kidding, but I'm pretending I'm mad at him so he can feel bad and split his last Snickers bar with me. YUM!)

Anyway, I can't wait for you to tell me all the wonderful things you've done at school when I get back. I know it's hard to be away for so long. The occasional phone call or Skype session isn't enough, but just remember.

I love you.

I know you never intended to fall in love with a hobbit of a soldier like me, but I'm glad you did. When it gets hard, I just remember what I'm fighting for. I'm protecting what I love. My home. My friends. My family. My Kurt.

I'll be home soon, baby. Nothing can keep me away from you.

All my love and more,

Your Blaine

And Jeremiah! (Especially ignore this)

No…no…just no.

You ruined it, Jeremiah.

Get out.

Great, now he's pouting. I have to split my Twix with him.

P.S. I love you, Kurt!

P.P.S. I apologize for the chocolate smudges on the letter. It's Jeremiah's fault.

Kurt chuckled all throughout the letter. Blaine's quirkiness shining through and actually making him feel better. He didn't know how many times he's read this letter, but he could read it over and over again without getting tired of it. The ink on the postmark was smudged so he couldn't decipher the date too well, but Blaine had written 'soon.' So…maybe he could have the surgery when Blaine was there with him. Blaine should be coming home, and he would to be here for Kurt, right?

Kurt's heart leapt. Yeah, he could do anything when Blaine was by his side. So he had an upset stomach and a few headaches…oh and the memory thing. That was bad, but he didn't have cancer. So he could wait a few days. He would. He would wait for Blaine. Blaine would want to be here for something as serious as brain surgery. So it's decided, Kurt wrote down various things on the notes. His decision, what Quinn told him, the letter under his pillow, Blaine's upcoming R&R. Yeah, he needed to remember this.

A smile crept across Kurt's face. He wasn't sure how soon he'd forget what he'd just learned, but for right now he could remember. And what he felt like remembering right this second…was the first time he and Blaine met.

"Kurt, Kurt look!"

"What!"

"That guy has been staring at our table the whole night. Do you think he's going to buy me a drink?"

"Rachel, I honestly don't know."

"Party pooper. Come on, just glance over. He's so cute!"

Kurt rolled his eyes at his friend, glancing to the side to see a man with short black curls, angular features, and deliciously lean muscled arms folded atop his table. He was staring at their table with a smirk, and completely ignoring the other guys sitting at the table with him. Kurt gulped, damn, he was hot, but if he's been staring at Rachel all night, then what chance did he have with a straight guy? Kurt quickly shook himself and turned back to Rachel, "Well, if he buys you a drink, I approve. Happy?"

"Wow, you're bitchy. Still no luck finding a job, huh?"

"Hearing 'you're very talented, but we're just not looking for designs with THAT unique a twist' for the sixth time is not exactly aspiring any confidence in me."

"Well, if your outfit is anything to go by, then they are seriously missing out. I, for one, love that jauntily placed cap, like a Russian Tsar."

Rachel and Kurt both gasped. Turning to the side and realizing that the same man who had been eyeing their table was standing in front of them, apparently eavesdropping on their conversation. Rachel was batting her eyelashes and tilting her head a bit more to try and catch the guy's line of sight, but apparently his eyes were only there for Kurt.

Kurt composed himself after a moment and raised an eyebrow, "Excuse you, but when is it ever okay to eavesdrop on a conversation that you aren't apart of?"

The man only smiled, "You're absolutely right. How rude of me. Might I buy you and your gorgeous friend here a drink in apology?"

Rachel absolutely swooned; she was half a centimeter away from falling out of her chair. However, Kurt was still not amused. "When you put it like that…how about, no."

Kurt ignored the kick in the leg he received from Rachel, resisting the urge to pointedly glare at her. The dark haired man chuckled, "I'm not that easily discouraged, you know."

This time, Kurt did turn fully towards him. "Really? And what exactly are you so determined to get?"

The other male didn't seem deterred by Kurt's snippiness. Actually, he leaned in close to Kurt too. Only a few inches of space separated their faces now. "You, of course." Kurt scoffed. "No, seriously. While I was back over there, and not so subtly checking out how amazing your ass looks in these skintight jeans, there was only one thing running through my mind."

"Was there?"

"Yes, and I just had to rush over here to tell you."

"What would that be?"

"You look cute…like, dirty cute."

Kurt jerked back and spluttered, blushing when the guy got a sexy grin on his face and trying not to throw his drink at Rachel when she giggled loudly at the spectacle. "I-I…I think its time for you to go back to your friends now."

"Without a number? Or even a name? I'll be humiliated."

"His name is Kurt!"

"Rachel!" This time, Kurt kicked her under the table.

"Kurt, huh? I like it."

"Well, I'm so happy you approve." Kurt said sarcastically.

"My name is Blaine."

Kurt folded his arms over his chest, "Good for you. Well, you have a name. You can go now." The guy, now deemed Blaine, just stood there. "Oh my gosh, what?"

"I'm just waiting for your stunning friend to blurt out your number."

Rachel beamed, "Oh! Its…"

Kurt gave her his scariest bitch glare, "Don't. You. Dare."

"Oooh, so close." Blaine chirped, snapping his fingers in a mock-disgruntled manner.

"You are not going away, are you?" Kurt laughed, the whole exchange completely making him forget about his bad luck. This Blaine character's persistence actually ripping him out of his bitchy mood and putting a smile on his face, even if Blaine couldn't see it because Kurt was shaking his head at him.

"Just call me, Mr. Determination." Blaine chuckled.

"All right, you want a number? I'll give it to you."

Blaine got a skeptical look on his face, "Why do I get the feeling there's a catch?"

Kurt smiled wickedly, "Oh, maybe because there is?" He grabbed Blaine by his collared polo and pulled him to stand between Kurt's legs, thoroughly enjoying the fact that Blaine was now the one blushing. He ignored the whoops and hollers that were directed towards him, presumable from Blaine's friends. "I'll tell you my number, and if you can remember it, then you can call me." Next, Kurt leant up to quickly whisper his number into Blaine's ear. Then he pulled back, and pushed Blaine away, sending him back to his friends.

When he turned back to see Rachel smirking at him, he chuckled at the fact that he actually did that. "So…did you give him your actual number?"

Kurt smiled a bit shyly, "I…might have, yes."

Rachel had to suppress a squeal as she clasped her hands together. "What if he calls and asks you out? Would you go?"

Kurt looked back over at the table, watching as the guys poked and taunted Blaine good-heartedly at what had probably occurred between Blaine and him. "You know what? I probably would."

A day or so passed, and Kurt had almost forgotten about his encounter with the obnoxiously cute Blaine. Almost. That is, until he received a phone call from an unknown number. One that, when he answered, the first thing to greet him was, "Hey, I remembered."

A/N: Yay! First chapter! Please Review, PM, Alert, and Favorite if you want this story to continue. I would really like to hear your thoughts about it! Thank you! :D