Just a side note: It may seem like Kurt's memory is being jogged too fast. But think about it: (most of) the major memories he'll get back first. But the little things may take a while.

Blaine stared blankly at Ryan, laying in his hospital bed, eating toast with blueberry jam. The curly-haired boy raised his eyebrows at the boy's uncaring attitude towards Kurt.

"So he doesn't remember us dating?" Ryan smiled, motioning towards the reruns of Four Weddings. "He doesn't remember me getting him first?"

Blaine clenched his fist and resisted the urge to punch the living hell out of this dickhead but remained calm, cool, and collected. "He doesn't remember winning any major pageants either," Blaine said, "When will we tell him that he's going to New York in a month when he doesn't even remember his routine?"

Ryan smiled, "We won't."

"Oh, so you want to break his heart and destroy his pageant career? Some boyfriend you are," Blaine muttered, before standing to leave the hospital room. He had forgotten why he'd visiting the smug idiot in the first place. After visting Kurt, and getting the rude awakening, he'd decided he'd be the guy to break the news to his jerky boyfriend.

In the hallway he was greeted with someone that sent waves of nervousness crashing into his stomach, and not in a good way. Sebastian Smythe was in the hallway, a bouquet of yellow roses in his hands and a smirk on his meerkat face.

"Hello, Anderson," Sebastian said, and Blaine gulped.

"Smythe," he muttered, trying to push past him.

"Well, now that Kurt has no recollection of the past two year's events, I might just inform him about you shattered my ever-so-fragile heart, and in my suffering he helped piece me back together, and I've been in love with him ever since."

"Why is everyone so convinced on the idea to lie to Kurt?" Blaine asked, taking a firm step towards Sebastian. "That's not what happened and you know it."

Sebastian grinned and took a step foward. "Is it now? Want me to tell him about the boxing? The hitting your problems when you get angry? The nights you-"

"Sebastian," Blaine gritted out. "He has no idea who I am anymore. If you somehow change the way he views me, I swear to God I will end you." He knocked on the door again and Burt answered.

"Hey Blaine, come on in," Burt said, then eyed Sebastian. "Who're you?"

"Sebastian Smythe," he said, sticking out a hand. Burt looked to Blaine, who obviously appeared to hate the guy.

"I think it'd be best if you came back later."

Sebastian simply smiled and walked away, eyeing Blaine as he walked into the hospital room.

Blaine eyed Kurt again, who looked wary at the idea of him being there. "I'm Blaine," he started. "Sorry I ran out, I get like that sometimes..."

"It's fine..." Kurt said. "How exactly did we meet?"

Blaine grinned and pulled up a chair, and took a chance. He sang lightly, "Before you met me, I was alright but..."

"Things were kinda heavy," Kurt said. "Oh God..." he breathed. "That song is by Katy Perry, right? I can't believe I just sang the words to a song I don't know..."

"I sang that song to you when you went to spy on Dalton for Sectionals," Blaine admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You make me feel like I'm livin' a
Teenage dream
The way you turn me on!"

Sparkling eyes...coffee shop...Wes, David...charming smile...

Blaine.

"To me?" Kurt breathed. "Blaine Everett Anderson, to think I thought you were flirting with me..."

Realizing what he just said, Blaine wanted to tackle him in a hug, but settled for that crinkly eyed smile that he saved for special occasions. Kurt smiled and Burt just looked confusedly between the two. Those two...he would never understand.