THE STORY OF US - Chapter 1
Summary: After a serious accident, Kurt suffers brain damage and loses part of his memory. Blaine helps him remember what has happened between them.
A.N.: I'm still very new to this fanfiction writing business, which means that a) this is a rip-off of every similar fic I've ever read b) I still have a lot to improve, therefore c) I would really appreciate honest, constructive comments. (go anon if you have to! be as mean as you need to be!) and, also d) updates might not be that fast, though I do have a good chunk of the following chapters already written.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story.
Kurt had been in the hospital for three whole days after his brain surgery, and, already, the confinement was beginning to drive him crazy. He knew he should feel grateful for being well and healthy and alive, and he truly did... but it was hard to appreciate his life when he was now spending the better part of his days in bed, with barely anything to do except waiting for his father, or his friends to visit.
In between those visits, Kurt had been trying to fill the gaps in his damaged and fragmented memory. It was not nearly as bad as it could have been, he knew, and he was grateful for that too. But he couldn't help feeling that he was missing so much, and that maybe, just maybe, if he tried hard enough, he could get back these memories. As hard as he tried, however, only small bits and pieces came back to him, and he would give up, frustrated, then try to occupy himself with something else, anything else, just to forget about the state he was in.
Just as Kurt was finishing the latest edition of Vogue, which Carole had brought for him, and mentally regretting not asking her to bring the whole collection he had at home, he heard a soft knock on the door.
Blaine was hovering in the doorway, head slightly tilted and a small, adoring smile on his lips.
"Hey. Can I come in?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, of course."
"I just came by to see how you're holding up," he said as he walked into the room and over to Kurt's side, leaning a little into the metal bedstead.
"I'm alright. Feeling a lot better actually," Kurt answered. "Now I'm just bored," he added with a soft and not entirely convincing laugh.
"Good, that's good," Blaine replied in that serious yet affectionate tone that Kurt could only describes as utterly Blaine.
Blaine let his eyes meet Kurt's and just smiled at him for a moment. "I can't stay too long, though," Blaine said suddenly when he caught himself staring for a little too long.
"That's okay," Kurt said, but he couldn't quite help the disappointment in his voice.
"Warblers practice," Blaine added apologetically.
"Anyways, I talked to your Dad," he continued, "and asked if I could go to your room and get some things for you. I have your Ipod, and some books and magazines."
"Oh, Blaine, I love you, this is just what I needed!" Kurt exclaimed as his eyes lit up and his face broke into a smile.
Blaine blushed, and looked down, simply extending the Marc Jacobs bag in which he had stuffed everything. Of course, Kurt did not realize how his words affected Blaine, how the other boy couldn't help but remember all the other times they had said those three words to each other, all the moments in which those words had really meant something.
Kurt took the bag and thanked Blaine, giving him a broad smile, but he didn't seem to notice his blush or the look that had passed over his face. He simply took out his Ipod and began scrolling through it, the familiarity of the artists and song names giving him a strangely comforting feeling.
"Hey, look, I've got a 'Blaine' playlist!" Kurt exclaimed after a few minutes. "That's funny."
"Oh really? I... I never knew that." Blaine couldn't help but smile a little. He paused, considering his words, then took a breath and added, "Actually, I have a 'Kurt' playlist too."
"Oh." Kurt couldn't make any sense of what Blaine had just said, but at least attempted to explain the first piece of information. "You must have given me some music... I don't remember," Kurt finished rather pathetically, suddenly becoming aware of how often he had repeated that phrase in the last few days.
"Actually, I think those would be songs that I sang to you mostly, or just songs that would remind you of me."
"Oh." Kurt flushed at the implications, but definitely wasn't surprised.
If he was being honest, he didn't exactly remember having a crush on Blaine. At least, none of the few hazy memories he had of him gave any clear indication of that. Rather, he couldn't remember not liking Blaine in that way; it was something he couldn't even imagine.
"Kurt... there's something I need to tell you," Blaine said after a short silence.
"Yeah?"
"There's a reason we both have playlists with each other's names. I mean, you were right when you said I was your best friend. You were my best friend too. But, mostly... you were my boyfriend Kurt."
A.N.: Tu dun dun dun... To be continued.