BETAE'D BY MOMO015!

"We don't remember days, we remember moments."

"You're his partner, right? I overheard you talking to him about the American dream …" When Kurt just stared at her shell shock, she quickly dismissed her previous statement. "Oh! I'm sorry. I just assumed—"

"No, you're correct," Kurt lied smoothly. "I'm his husband. Of course, I'm his husband." He smiled forcefully. "Out of curiosity, how much of it did you hear?"

"Just about starting a family with him," the doctor replied skeptically, twisting her neck on the side as he eyed the man in front of her.

"Ah… I was just embarrassed that you heard me talking about that to him," Kurt said with fake relief, gently touching his chest with his left hand to emphasize his reaction.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about." The doctor smiled. "So as I was saying, Mr. Hummel. I know that this… this thing that happened to your husband is hard to digest, but you need to be stronger not just for your husband, but also for you."

"I.. Uhhh…" Kurt stared at her dumbly.

"Having amnesia is not retrograding to being a child. He knows the general concept of things," The doctor emphasized. "He still have a knowledge of general information, a meaning of a particular thing... that kind of stuff." When Kurt continued to stare at her dumbly she continued her explanation. "Like love; he knows what love is. He just didn't have the memories how he learned it. He may not have the memory, but he knows what it is."

"Will he still get his memories back?"

"I cannot guarantee anything," The doctor clarified. "Right now, his head is blank. Pure pitch black blank."

"What can I do to help him?" Kurt asked nervously, hands unconsciously readjusting his coke-bottled glasses.

"He doesn't remember you, your marriage, his family or even himself. He doesn't even remember his own name. You have to be really patient with him as he tries to remember his past life." she replied truthfully. "And that's where he needed most of your help. You'll be his memory. You need to show him anything that might help him trigger his memories; like pictures, or places he usually go to. You show him the things he usually do, his habits, his job. The things he likes and doesn't like."

"Oh," Kurt replied, eyes- wide. He doesn't have any picture of him together or knows any of his habits. The man was a complete stranger to him, other than his god-like looks.

"It can even be as simple as the coffee cup he usually used. Memories can trigger by any of the senses; may it be the hearing, sight, smell or taste."

"Ohhh…."

"Yes, and sometimes, even strong familiar emotions can help him recall."

"Is he able to—"

"No sex yet." The doctor interrupted.

"—eat anything?" Kurt finished lamely. "Uhmmm.. uh…" He stared at her dumbly, biting his lips as his face had started to redden.

"Sorry, I just assumed again." Dr. Emma expressed as she covered her mouth to laugh a little. "I apologize. I just assumed that that would be your question, but since we're already on that topic no sex for now. He still cannot do any strenuous activity. So I highly suggest to not do anything that will physically exhaust him."

Kurt shifted on his seat feeling uncomfortable with the topic. "Duly noted." 'Of course, I won't have sex with him. He's not my real husband, no matter how gorgeous he is," his mind supplied.

"And to answer your question," the doctor continued. "Yes, he can definitely eat anything. I highly suggest food that is rich with anti-oxidants." The doctor then faced her computer to start typing. "Just give me a minute, okay? I'll give you the list of the food he should eat."

"Okay," Kurt nodded, and awkwardly looked around the office as he waits for the doctor to finish.

"Any food allergies?" Dr. Emma asked without glancing at Kurt.

"Uhmmm…I'm allergic to nuts." Kurt supplied.

"I mean your husband's, Mr. Hummel," she smiled at him.

"Oh," Kurt laughed at his own dumb answer. "Uh… no, not that I think of."

The doctor nodded and quickly typed again on her computer. She then printed the list to her prescription paper, and gave it to Kurt.

"Okay, so this is the food that he needs to intake, and this is the medicine he needs to drink. One pill every 8 hours for 2 weeks."

"Okay, thank you for this," Kurt waived him the piece of paper, and stood up from the seat.

"You're welcome." She smiled. "And Mr. Hummel, don't force him to remember. If he is too tired, it's best that you let him rest. You can't stress him out."

"Yes doc," Kurt answered simply. "Uhmmm… One last question, though?" He asked for permission as he hover at the office's door

"Sure."

"Is there a possibility that he might never remember who he is?"

The smile on the doctor fell as she answer Kurt. "Yes. It's possible."

"What do you mean you're married?" Finn shouted at his best friend, when the latter dragged him inside Rachel's office and announced his sudden nuptial.

"Shhh… Not so loud," Kurt reprimanded his best friend, and closed the door behind him. "Where's Rachel's laptop?"

"What the hell!?" Finn stared at him incredulously, but his best friend just rushed towards Rachel's desk to access her computer. "That's lock, you can't—"

"You were saying?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at him when he showed Finn that he was able to log in to Rachel's computer without even breaking a sweat.

"Dare I even warn," Finn mumbled to himself, crossed his arms, and stood patiently for Kurt to explain to him when the fuck he got married. "What do you mean you are married?" Finn repeated his question when Kurt ignored his presence and when Kurt still won't answer him, he strutted towards the table and reached the monitor to close it.

"Hey!" The hacker protested.

"Answer me Kurt Hummel!" Finn demanded.

"As in I am married," Kurt replied like it was supposed to be obvious. "How am I not clear on that?"

"Kurt, I am serious!"

Kurt sighed, and finally looked at his best friend. "Well there is something wrong with the frontal and temporal lobe of his brain caused by the trauma in—"

"English, please."

"Greek god lost his memories, and I had to pretend to be his husband," Kurt clarified for him in one breath, and continued typing on the computer.

"What do you mean he lost his memories?"

"Amnesia," he simply answered.

"Amnesia?" Finn asked surprised was clearly showing in his eyes. "Like Long Kiss Goodnight amnesia or like The Vow amnesia?"

"Long Kiss," Kurt answered immediately as he fairly knew the difference between the two movies.

"Wait, so he doesn't remember anything?" Finn continued to ask. "Like what happened last night or how we hit him?" he whispered the last question; a bit paranoid that someone was listening to their conversation.

"He doesn't even remember his name," Kurt added.

"So he has amnesia," Finn clarified as he sat on the empty sofa bed, trying to get a hold of what had Kurt just said. "But how are you being married to him connected to this?

"Dr. Emma thought that I was his 'PARTNER'," Kurt emphasized the word by twitching his fingers above his head. "So I just agreed with her, and told her that I am his husband. It was the perfect alibi for us. We can just tell them that it was a stupid couple fight."

"Okay, that can be possible," Finn slowly contemplated, "But isn't it better for us to just say that we found him somewhere, and being the good citizens that we are, brought him to the hospital?"

"Because…" Kurt started to explain, but he can't think of a good explanation. He suddenly stopped typing, and looked at Finn. "I… I didn't think of that."

"Kurt!" Finn didn't mean to raise his voice, but he did.

"Shit," Kurt murmured to himself as he stood up and pressed his fingers on either side of his temple. "Why am I so fucking stupid?"

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not." Finn immediately ran to his friend. Knowing his best friend, Kurt will just berate himself for doing that. "I'm sorry I raised my voice, and I'm sure you were just overwhelmed with all the information that the doctor gave you, and you got carried away."

"I panic..." Kurt still tried to explain. "She was telling me all this memory shit, and I just said yes. I just—"

"I will be doing the same thing if I were you, so don't blame yourself." Finn lied; he would have never thought of being married to the stranger since he was not his type at all, but he had to say that, so Kurt won't blame himself for what had happened. "It's really okay, Kurt," Finn assured him once more. "You only did what you had to do. It's okay. You don't have to explain. We won't actually be in this situation if I had not hit him with my car. It's not your fault; you're just trying to help me."

"It's my fault too." Kurt shook his head. "If I had not drunk too much, I wouldn't have distracted you from your driving making you hit that guy."

"But I was the one who insisted to drive home," Finn blamed himself. "Even when you clearly told me numerous time to just take a cab."

"But still—"

"Are we just going to spend the whole time blaming ourselves?" Finn cut him off. "Come on where's my genius friend who calmed me down."

"Sorry," Kurt smiled and went back to the computer to continue typing. "I kind of needed that brief moment to freak out."

"You have every right to."

Kurt then closed his eyes, and breathed deeply. "Five seconds of freaking out is over."

"So what's the plan, genius?" Finn laughed as he sat on the desk. "You're married to the Greek god and—"

"To Baelfire actually," Kurt supplied. "That's his new name."

"Baelfire?" Finn raised his eyebrows. "That's kind of unusual for a guy's name, don't you think?"

"You're the one who keeps blabbing that name to me all night long. When she asked me the name, that's the first thing that come up to my mind."

"Okay fine, you're married to Baelfire," Finn tried once more. "So what do we do?"

"We had to help him get his memories back," Kurt answered still typing on the Rachel's computer.

"Isn't that what the opposite of what we should do?" Finn asked sincerely, not really understanding his best friend's endgame "If we help him get his memories, then he'll remember that we hit him, right?"

"We were kind of panicking earlier," Kurt replied without glancing back at Finn too busy typing. "But have you not noticed that he doesn't have any id or phone with him?"

"So?"

"In this time, who would go out without their phones?" Kurt asked rhetorically. When Finn shook his head, Kurt smiled. "Precisely. Something must have happened to him before we hit him with your car."

"Then why can't we do that right now?"

"And who pray tell will believe us?" Kurt questioned him. "No one was there, we don't even know what really happened. It's all a speculation. We need him to remember, so that we can clean our names."

"Okay, fine, you have a point but… uhmmm… You know that I love you man," Finn said first while scratching the back of his neck.

"I love you too," Kurt replied carelessly, and Finn smiled.

"No offense, but how did you even know that he is gay?"

"I don't." Kurt contemplated as he erased the data login in Rachel's computer, so that no one can ever know that he had used it.

"But what if he recovered his memories and he was actually a homophobe, it will do us worse."

"Well, we met at Scandals, which as you said is a gay bar, so we have a 50% chance that he is in fact gay. But if he is not, then we'll just have to treat him better so that when he recovered his memories, he will feel gratitude rather than anger to us. Regarding the homophobe part… I actually don't know. I just hope he isn't." He closed the monitor, and stood up from the seat.

"Are you not scared of letting a complete stranger inside your house, feeding him and sleeping in the same room?" Finn asked, afraid for his friend's safety.

"Of course I am."

"He can be a serial killer or a terrorist?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Finn." Kurt rolled his eyes, and walked towards the door. "We're too average to have that kind of excitement in our lives."

"Kurt wait!" Finn grabbed his arm, and hugged his friend tightly. "I… Thank you. You don't have to do this, but you still did."

"You would have done the same," Kurt shrugged, and hugged him back. "You actually did it for me before, why won't I do it for you now?"

"Finn," Rachel interrupted the boys' moment as she entered her own office. "Oh, am I interrupting something?" She teased. Rachel already knew the depth of their friendship. She didn't feel insecure to see them in that situation; she actually felt envious that Finn had that kind of family-bond with Kurt.

The boys both laughed at her, and parted. Finn then walked to his girlfriend and kissed her on the right cheek. "I was just comforting Kurt about his husband."

"Oh you were married!?" Rachel asked in surprised. "Finn didn't tell me."

"It wasn't my life to tell," Finn lied. Rachel knew everything about Kurt except for this one bit since they just recently made it up.

She nodded in understanding. "Wait!" Rachel shouted. "The guy you brought in, that's your husband, the one with the amnesia?"

"Yes." Kurt nodded with lips clasped together, "How did you know?"

"News travel fast here," Rachel simply explained, and rushed forward to her boyfriend's best friend to give him a hug. "Oh my god! Are you okay Kurt? I can't even imagine what you're going through."

"Thank you," Kurt awkwardly hugged her back and patted her back. "I appreciate the gesture, but I'm getting there." He mouthed a help to his best friend, but Finn just shrugged back.

"But I still don't get it," Rachel expressed when she finally parted their bodies, "if you were the husband then why was Finn the one who's having a breakdown last—"

"It's complicated." Kurt cut her off. "We have a very complicated relationship, and Finn was blaming himself for accidentally hitting him last night when I'm trying to get away from him."

"Hmmm… but—"

This time it was Finn who cut her off. "Let's not ponder on that, babe. Kurt," He pushed his friend forward the exit. "wants to see his husband. See you later, bye. Love you." He then kissed her cheeks, leaving a wide-eyed Rachel alone.

"Love you too," Rachel mumbled for the first time, staring dumbly at the door. It was their first time to say those words to each other; it might be rushed and sounded insincere, but for Rachel it was sweetest thing she had ever heard.

"Knock knock." Kurt greeted to announce their presence. "Hi," Kurt gently smiled at the patient, who despite the injuries he incurred, still looks good with the plain hospital gown.

"Oh Mr. Hummel, you're here." Dr. Emma smiled at the new participants of the group. "You're just in time. I'm almost over," she said and gave the patient a few more pointers before excusing herself out.

"I also told him that you were the husband," Emma whispered to him. "I thought that it will soften the blow if I was the one who told him."

"Oh, uhmm… thank you?" Kurt's gratitude came out as a question. He wasn't sure if he should be irritated by the doctor's presumptuous attitude or be grateful for her because he didn't have to do the awkward meet-and-greet.

"You're welcome," she giddily replied and went on her merry way.

"She's too…" Finn had a hard time describing her. "Energetic for a doctor," he settled for a much safer word.

All three of them were standing awkwardly inside the spacious room, until Blaine asked a question. "Who's Kurt?" He asked as he glanced between the two.

'"That would be me," Kurt raised his hand, "I'm Kurt. Uhmmm… I'm…" He coughed awkwardly.

"My husband," Blaine finished for him. "I thought as much," he nodded and the uncomfortable silence continued.

'This is harder than blind dating,' Kurt mind supplied. "So what else did Dr. Emma tell you?" trying, but failing to decapitate the awkwardness between them.

"Dr. Emma told me that because of the hit at the back of my head," Blaine started while trying to reach for that particular wound.

When Kurt saw his fake husband struggling to find that particular wound on the back of his head, he walked closer to him, and carefully guided his husband's right hand to that particular wound.

"Do you feel it?" Kurt asked as he let his fake husband gently touch that fresh wound on his head.

"This part of my brain was heavily wounded causing me to lose some… I mean all," Blaine corrected himself, "of my memories."

Kurt then realized how close he had come with the patient, and retracted his hand. He stepped backwards until he was beside Finn again.

"How are you feeling?" Kurt asked; trying to rid of the guilt and sympathy for the patient.

"I honestly don't know what to feel right now," Blaine said murmured. "I mean I can't do anything else, right? I just have to accept it."

"I… Uh…" Both Finn and Kurt was surprised by his dismissive response, but they were not stupid. They knew it was just the patient's defense mechanism.

"Can you tell me something about me, like what a normal person should know about himself?" Blaine asked as he fiddled with the hospital's blanket

"Well," Kurt coughed. "Your name is Baelfire Hummel, Bae for short. We've been married for a year now. We lived in Michigan, and that you were born May 27. You're also the same age as I am, 25."

"What else?"

"There are so many things to say," Kurt lied because he really can't think of any other information to tell him. "Why don't we do it the other way? You ask me questions, and I'll answer you, okay?"

Blaine nodded.

"But I deserve not to answer some of them, especially if I know that it will just stress you out, okay?" Kurt clarified. 'More of, I won't answer it if I can't think of a good lie.'

"Sounds fair." Blaine agreed "Where are my parents?" The patient asked curiously, but it literally took 10 seconds before he got a confusing answer.

"Adopted,"

"Runaway," Kurt and Finn simultaneously said, and looked at each other when they said something different. Kurt elbowed him subtly. "We needed to lie better. We sucked at this" Kurt whispered before sitting on the foot of the bed, and intently looked at his fake husband.

"Uhmm.. What we mean to say is that when you found out that you are adopted, you run away and didn't contact them for a long time."

"So I'm a bad son?" The patient asked. "I mean, even if I'm rebellious and adopted they could've visited me when I got into accident, right?"

"They died," Finn lied immediately, trying to help Kurt with the story of Baelfire's non-existent family.

"Oh. I… I just thought they were still alive."

"YOU were a good son, Bae." Kurt assured him. "You had your moments, but you eventually realized that they were still the parents who raised you and loved you with all their heart." Kurt genuinely smiled. "They even attended our wedding, your mom was crying so much."

"How did they…?" Blaine didn't finish the question, hoping that Kurt will be able to get what he was referring to.

"Car accident," Kurt smiled sadly. "I'll tell you next time, okay?"

"Then what happened to me?" The patient asked tentatively his next question. "How did the accident happened?"

"I don't think you're ready for this," Kurt answered, and was looking at Finn for some help.

"I deserve to know what happened to him," Blaine firmly but quietly expressed.

"Fine," Kurt relented. "We were fighting at that time, Finn was helping me with my things. I needed some 'space', but as we about to drive off, you blocked the car and we accidentally hit you. You were knocked out when you hit your head on the curb," Kurt told him the same explanation that he told the doctors and nurses earlier.

"What are we fighting about?"

"Just something… stupid," Kurt replied vaguely, "and insignificant."

"So I—"

"I think this is enough information for you." Finn cut him off. "Dr. Emma told us that you can be discharged tomorrow morning," he announced with great fake enthusiasm.

"Okay," Blaine then scooted in a lying position, and turned his back from the pair.

Kurt understood the feeling of not knowing, but he still chose to continue with the lie since this is the only way he can save their asses. He stood up from his position. "We'll leave you from now, but if ever you needed something, just call the nurse and—"

"Kurt," Blaine abruptly sat up and grabbed his husband's elbow before the latter can do another step. "Can you… can you stay please?" He asked shyly. "I'm... I'm scared."

"Scared of what, hon?" Kurt asked, surprising himself at the pet name he used, and sat down on the vacant stool beside the bed.

"That I might forget you again."

"Finn, can you please?" Kurt asked without removing his gaze from his fake husband, and his best friend already knew what he was asking for.

"Sure, I'll take care of the rest." Finn nodded and walked out from the room to help Kurt with the discharged papers.

"It's okay," Kurt held Blaine's hand tighter, and gave it a tentative kiss. "I'll be here."

Blaine smiled, and closed his eyes to rest. With everything's that had happened to him, he just needed something to ground him because he felt like floating inside the blank vastness of his mind, and Kurt, his husband, was that anchor that he needed, "Thank you," he murmured before finally falling asleep.

"Where's Finn?" Kurt asked himself when Finn had still not come back from his earlier errand. Finn was only supposed to take care of the bills and to run home to get some fresh clothes, but it had already been 5 hours, and he still haven't heard from his friend.

Kurt carefully stood up, cracked his fingers and back bones to relief the light soreness for sitting at the same position. He silently exited the room as to not wake up the sleeping beauty. He was going to look for Finn in Rachel's office, but was surprised to see Finn, Rachel and Will, Finn's police officer, huddled in a corner.

"Why is your parole officer doing here?" Kurt whispered in Finn's left ear when he approached the small group.

"I forgot," Finn mentally cursed. "I was supposed to meet him for our weekly check-ups," he explained as he air-quoted the last word. "Kurt, can you please explain to the nice officer here what had happened. He was claiming that I had something to do with the accident."

"I did not insinuate anything, Finn," Will defended himself. "I am merely asking all the facts about this incident since your name got involved, and I am expected to report everything you did during your parole."

"I'm sorry officer," Kurt intervened. "There might have been a slight misunderstanding here. There is no crime to report since Finn and I knew the patient really well. We had just been in an unfortunate accident, and Finn being the good friend that he is," Kurt emphasized, "accompanied me so I can take care of my husband."

"You were his husband?" The parole officer asked skeptically while pointing at the general direction where Baelfire was staying.

"Yes sir," Kurt replied with deceptive confidence.

"Can I see your wallet?" Will politely asked.

A little bit confused by what the officer would do with his wallet, Kurt still obliged. He watched as the officer looked inside his wallet, and then gave it back to him immediately.

"What were you searching for?" Kurt asked as he put his wallet to the back pocket of his pants.

"You know most married couple would carry a picture of their spouses inside their wallet."

"Well, I'm not most couples," Kurt defended, as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Point taken," the officer nodded. "But why don't I see any wedding ring on your finger?"

"I… uh…" Kurt fiddled with his left ring finger. "I threw it away."

"Threw it away," Officer Schuester repeated as he looked at Kurt and Finn with judgment. "No ring, no pictures… hmmnn…"

"It's because he cheated on me!" Kurt exclaimed, surprising the other three due to the sudden loudness of his voice. "I burnt everything that reminds me of him! I can't show you any pictures or stupid mementos that we have been together because I burned all of them. He is as good as dead to me!"

"Dead to you?"

"And I dare you to use that against me!" Kurt challenged the man. "I don't want this to happen to him. It was an accident. He just popped out from nowhere, blocked the car, and we accidentally hit him with the car."

"Kurt calm down," Rachel tried to restrain his boyfriend's best friend, surprised by the sudden burst of emotion. "We believe you. He just needed an explanation from you."

"Then come on, do your job," Kurt encouraged the officer. "Search for me, Kurt Hummel! I must have a record somewhere in that garbage system of yours."

Officer Schuester then took out his phone and dialed his precinct. "Can you do a quick search for me? Kurt Hummel and…"

"Baelfire Hummel," Kurt supplied, and crossed his arms.

"Baelfire Hummel," the parole officer repeated, and turned his back from the group to have a private conversation with their technical analyst.

"Is that what you were doing with Rachel's laptop?" Finn asked him in a hushed voice, so that he won't be heard by his girlfriend. "You were hacking the government system, so you could put a marriage certificate."

"Yes," Kurt whispered back. "And you were my best man, so shut up before we get caught."

It only took another few seconds before the officer went back to the group with the information he needed. "Baelfire and Kurt Hummel; married on the 26th of June 2015."

"The exact date that gay marriage was legalized in Ohio. So are we done here?" Kurt asked with great fake annoyance. "Coz you're wasting my time by asking these stupid questions when I could have taken care of my husband who really needs me right now."

"Nothing else," the officer replied. "I apologize for the intrusion. I'll be on my way."

"You better be."

"I'll see you, Finn, to our next appointment," Will ordered in a gruff voice. "I'll let you miss today's session because of this emergency, but repeat it again, and I'll be forced to report this as serious misconduct. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Finn nodded enthusiastically.

"I'll accompany Officer Schuester," Rachel offered and guide the officer towards the exit, so she could explain to him the whole situation and apologize on behalf of her boyfriend's friend. "I'm sorry officer. It's not really a good time for them because…"

"And I thought joining Drama Club was a waste of time," Finn jested at his best friend when Rachel and Officer Schuester were far enough from them. "That was an Oscar-worthy performance. I didn't know you had it in you."

"I… I also didn't," Kurt closed his eyes, and released continuous huff of breaths. "I did good, right?" He asked after he calmed his body.

"You did great," Finn smiled and hugged his best friend. "Thank you."

"Forever Furt?" Kurt hugged him back..

"Furt Forever," Finn smiled.

"Come on. Man up." Finn pulled back from the hug, and pinched Kurt's cheeks. "You have a husband to take care of."

Kurt breathed deeply before turning the knob of the hospital room and re-entering the room; thankfully finding his amnesiac fake husband sedated and asleep.

23 Hours Ago

"Come on, Kurt. Let's go home."

Blaine groaned from the ground. And was thankfully been awoken by the loud voices.

"He… Help…" Blaine begged, but his plea was not loud enough to be heard. He started crawling out from the bushes, since he doesn't have the power to walk with his feet. "Help, pl… please." He begged as he crept towards where sound was originating from.

"Help," Blaine said, a little bit louder this time when he saw a man jogging around the car, but it was still not loud enough to be heard. With the little strength that he had, Blaine wobbly stood up from his position, and walk-run towards the car that the man got in.

"Help me," Blaine uttered helplessly from behind the car.

*Bam*

And then there's only black.

Chapter Title: American Boy

Story Outline:

- Finn and Kurt conversation

-introducing Kurt and Baelfire-

-police came in arresting Finn

Scenes Included:

- robber aftermath

-Blaine overhearing the reason they broke uo

-Kurt hacking to the system

Chapter Reference:

-The name 'Baelfire' was supposed to be Blaine's name, but the producers or writers changed it to Blaine.

-june 26 2015 – is really the day that they legalized same sex marriage in Michigan

-Long Kiss a movie about a woman who lost her entire memory which was a former CIA agenty; while The Vow is a novel-based movie, characterized by Rachel mc Adams and Channing Tatum. In this movie, McAdams had a partial memory lost including her memories of her husband.

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