Ok chapter 2! Again I don't own anyone. To Pan: One of the most brave people I have had the pleasure of knowing. And to his boyfriend, who is they type of partner I hope to be like one day.

"Love is a great thing, yea, a great and thorough good. By itself it makes what is
heavy light; and bears evenly all that is uneven" –Thomas Kempis

"I'm Kurt, Sweetie, your husband," Blaine eyes widened and he jerked his hand out of Kurt's hand, looking around desperately for some sort of answer.

"I don't have a husband! I'm fourteen years old!" Blaine screeched and Kurt took a few steps back, his hand covering his mouth as he let the doctor take over.

"Mr. Anderson-Hummel, it's all right, do you know where you are?" The doctor asked as Kurt fought the tears as Blaine looked terrified, and he could do nothing to comfort him.

"I'm in the hospital, those guys attacked us." Blaine grew quiet and the doctor looked encouraged, but Kurt, who knew his husband better than anyone knew what happened when Blaine was fourteen, what guys attacked him.

"The Sadie-Hawkin's dance," Kurt said. Blaine looked at him confused,

"Yeah, how did you know?" Kurt inhaled a shaky breath and he pressed his lips together to keep more tears from falling.

"You told me," he whispered and just took the unknowing look Blaine gave him.

"Do you know year where in," the doctor asked, looking into his eyes with a light.

"2008," at this reply, though the 'I'm fourteen' comment should have told Kurt this was bad, he wasn't quite ready for that,

"What the hell, Doctor!" Blaine looked up at him, pushing down the butterflies in his stomach, now was not the time to be ogling this man. "How could this happen?" Kurt asked, searching the doctor's face for answers.

"It's not that rare with these types of injuries. Care to speak in the hall?" Kurt nodded, dumbly, looking at Blaine who actually looked fourteen, his eyes wide in confusion and fear.

"You want me to get someone to stay with you, just until I come back?" Kurt asked, not wanting to leave Blaine alone if he didn't want it. But Blaine shook his head, and he knew fourteen year old Blaine had been much more self-reliant than 27 year old Blaine was. Because his Blaine had people to help him, fourteen year old Blaine, just had himself, and Cooper.

"But you are coming back, right?" Blaine asked, sounding like a kid who just wanted to be loved, Kurt had heard it before, when they had been together a year and a half and his father had told him he and Blaine's mother were moving to Rome, and he was welcome to stay at the Hummel's until they came back… and they hadn't known when that would be.

"Yes, I'm coming right back," Blaine seemed to be mildly comforted by the answer, and wondered why he would rather have the stranger next to him than his own parents, who were unsurprisingly, nowhere to be seen.

He followed the doctor out of the room and immediately slammed his fist into the wall, growling in pain when the wall didn't give.

"I know this is less than ideal-"

"Less than ideal?" Kurt asked in an octave that made dogs howl, "My husband thinks he is fourteen FUCKING years old! I think it's a little more complex than less than ideal!" He didn't want to completely scream at the doctor and run the risk of Blaine over hearing and thinking he was a violent person, but he just wanted to yell. "Now tell me how to fix this," Kurt demanded and the doctor sighed.

"I'm afraid there is no simple solution, as horrible as this sounds, you are going to have to wait this out."

"WAIT THIS OUT!" Kurt screeched, clenching his jaw to keep himself from punching the doctor in his. "So there is nothing I can do?" He breathed deeply, glancing back toward the room, wondering if this situation could get any worse.

"I'm sorry, this type of injury requires time to heal, and to warn you, there have been cases, though few, that the patient never regains his memories," oh, that's how. "One thing that concerns me though," the doctor began as Kurt scoffed,

"Good to know there is just one."

"Why hasn't he asked for his parents? If he thinks he's fourteen I would think they would be the first person he'd ask for." Kurt chuckled humorlessly,

"His parents haven't given a damn about him since he was out of diapers, and maybe even before that." Kurt headed back into the hospital room, whether he remembered him or not, he was not about to abandoned Blaine. Their vows had said 'for better or worse,' and this was just the latter part of that.

"Hey, told you I'd come back," Kurt said, smiling softly as he approached the bed. Blaine smiled sadly and looked up at Kurt,

"You really do look like an angel." Kurt nodded,

"You tell me that all the time." Blaine looked uncomfortable for a moment before biting his lip and taking a breath,

"What year is it?"

"2020," Kurt replied, his body practically screaming to go grab Blaine's hand, but he didn't. Blaine's eyes filled with tears for a moment but then he fought them back, Kurt had forgotten how good he had been at that. After years of being together, Blaine had let his guard down a bit, he hadn't pretended to be so stoic, but it appeared that all that work had been erased.

"And gay marriage is legal in Ohio?" Blaine asked, more surprised than just questioning, Kurt chuckled lightly,

"No, not yet, we are in New York, Hon-" he cut himself off and bit his bottom lip, Blaine didn't seem to mind though.

"You mean I made it?" There was so much hope and happiness in Blaine's voice that Kurt couldn't resist reaching forward and grabbing Blaine's hand, and was relieved when Blaine looked at the linked hands interestedly, before letting them remain together.

"Yes, you made it," Kurt agreed. "You are a rather well known music producer for Sony," Kurt reported, deciding to keep it fairly simple for now.

"I thought I would be a lawyer like dad," Blaine murmured, his voice dropping at the word 'dad'.

"No, after you met me, you stopped trying so hard to be something you weren't," Kurt answered.

"And what is that?" Blaine asked, a bit of anger in his voice that Kurt knew was false to cover up nerves and pain.

"Perfect," Kurt answered. Blaine paled slightly and he looked away from Kurt, biting his bottom lip viciously.

"So I failed," Blaine whispered, Kurt shook his head sternly,

"No, Blaine, you succeeded and excelled, you are smart, talented, handsome, and loved, so loved." Blaine looked at him in disbelief, and it caused Kurt physical pain to see Blaine so unsure.

"Was Zach ok?" Blaine asked softly, knowing it had been years, but he didn't remember.

"Yes, he wasn't hurt as badly as you were, he was just bruised and cut up. You had a concussion, a couple of broken ribs, and a burst blood vessel in your eye," Kurt felt odd telling Blaine something that had been told to him by the person he was retelling it to.

"Did he ever talk to me again?" Blaine asked, his hand still gripping Kurt's tightly, Kurt's hand had been the one thing that made sense since he woke up.

"Yeah, he never blamed you, though you guys did lose touch after you transferred to Dalton," Kurt reported.

"Dalton?" Blaine asked, his mind trying desperately to find these words familiar, to remember Kurt and their lives together.

"Mmhmm, it's a private school that had a zero bullying policy, well it did when we went there," Blaine heard the slight anger in Kurt's voice, he wasn't sure how he knew that's what it was, he was sure no one else would have recognized it. "It's where we met," Kurt said softly, a fond smile on his face.

"Was it love at first sight then too," Blaine slapped his hand over his mouth as he realized he had revealed something that shouldn't have been revealed at a time like this. Kurt blinked slowly at him before nodding, a small smile on his face,

"It took you 6 months to tell me, but, yeah, it was love at first sight, as cheesy as that is." Blaine studied the man for a moment before deciding that even if he never regained his memories that he wanted to fall in love with him all over again.

"How did we meet?" Blaine asked, he probably should be asking about his family, about Cooper, who more surprisingly, didn't seem to be around either, but as Kurt's eyes looked into his, and all Blaine could see was love and worry, no one else really mattered.

"I was spying on the glee club at Dalton, badly I might add," Blaine chuckled lightly and saw, to his pleasure that his laughter caused Kurt's face to brighten. "And there were people all heading to one place, so I got the person's closest to me attention, luckily for me that was you."

"So we met in high school?" Blaine asked, he never really believed that high school loves lasted far past that, so he was impressed.

"You were a sophomore, I was a junior, but in a way, you were more of a mentor to me. You had survived your bullies, I was still in the middle of it, you let me know that I wasn't alone, that I didn't have to be a victim. You told me that prejudice is just ignorance, you saved me that day," Kurt said smiling softly.

"I sound smart," he said, causing Kurt to laugh and Blaine decided he loved seeing Kurt laugh.

"You are," Blaine blushed but smiled and chuckled.

"So… my parents never got over it huh?" Kurt's face fell and he tugged at his bottom lip nervously,

"They are better, not as accepting as we would like, but, they came to our wedding." Blaine's eyebrows raised in surpise,

"They did?" Blaine stared straight ahead for a moment before turning back to Kurt, "I never expected to get married in the first place so I guess I didn't expect then to come either." Kurt smiled quietly, "Why are you with me?" This question took Kurt completely by surprise,

"I'm sorry?"

"You are gorgeous and I'm not even close to being in your league," Blaine reported, ducking his head quietly.

"Oh Blaine," Kurt leaned forward; grabbing Blaine's other hand in his. "Look at me," he demanded and slowly Blaine looked up into the stunning eyes of the man who clearly loved him so much. "You are the most sexy, handsome, incredible man I have ever met in my life, you were gorgeous when I met you when you were 16 and you have only gotten more amazing." Kurt wasn't used to the more self-hating Blaine. He, of course, knew that Blaine had had trouble with self- acceptance and confidence, but it was strange to hear such clearly derogatory words coming from his partner's mouth.

"Can I see?" Blaine asked softly and for a moment Kurt didn't realized what he was talking about. Then it clicked that Blaine wouldn't know what he looked like at 26.

"Oh um… sure," he looked around for a mirror, finding a small hand mirror in the bathroom. "See," he held the mirror up to Blaine's face and instantly shock flashed on his face. His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened,

"Totally in my league." Blaine looked up at him, still amazed before smiling, touching his face uncertainly. Stubble that would have not been able to grow when he was 14 peppered his face, his jaw was much more defined than what he remembered, once his eyes found his hair in his reflection though he groaned and his hands flew up to it, attempting to flatten it out. Kurt laughed, taking the mirror away, "You don't wear gel in your hair anymore, thank God." Blaine looked up at him, his lip curled with disgust as he continued to try to control his hair. "You can't win, let the hair be the awesome jungle that it is," Kurt teased, remembering very similar actions that Blaine had when he was 18 and Kurt begged him to not put the gel in it.

"How can you possibly think it looks good this way?" Kurt blinked at the repeated question from so many years ago. Of course that answer had included some awesome sex, this one couldn't.

"Helmet hair doesn't look good on anyone Blaine, just let the hair be free to live," Kurt replied, pulling Blaine's hands away from pulling on his curly hair, "Leave it alone." He loved this person, even with a fourteen year mind, it was still the person he loved.

"Boys!" A voice cried out, causing both men to jump as they looked to the hospital room entrance.

"Dad-" Kurt began but Burt pulled him into a hug and before he could continue he moved onto Blaine, pulling his son-in-law into a desperate hug. Blaine was surprised to say the least, not so much that a stranger was hugging him, but that this man seemed to love him very much.

"God, kid, I was so worried about you, when Kurt told me you guys had been jumped I—" Kurt flinched as he saw Blaine's eyes widen in panic.

"We were jumped?"

Hey let me know what you think I could change, if anything. But please please review! It's mid-term week and I am in university so… I don't know if I'll get the next chapter up by this weekend. I'm going to try tho.