I AM SO SORRY! This is really late. I had about half of this written when I posted the previous chapter. And then the internet blew up. I got caught up in the whole SOPA/PIPA/ACTA nonsense that the government unleashed. I also became co-mod for a confession blog and that's eating up more of my time as well. But still I'm really sorry!

On the upside I have made this chapter much longer to make up for the waiting!
My OC's make another short appearance in this chapter. They were in my one-shot Eggnog. They don't have a very big part, but I still hope they don't bother anyone :/

Ok, overly long author's note done. Happy Reading!

A Blank Future
Chapter 4

An hour later Kurt found himself in front of the TV watching home movies. Finn had found the old DVDs and Blue-Rays that Dave and Kurt had recorded over the years. There were tons of them. Finn had to go to classes and Kurt spent the rest of his afternoon snuggled up on the couch.

He was currently on a video that was dated the January after the Christmas party where he had kissed Dave. It was a football game, the footage showed the winning touchdown, The camera zoomed in to show that the hero of the game was none other than Dave Karofsky. Then the tape cut to what looked to be an after party with a big bond fire in the background.

"Who kicked some serious butt today?" The cameraman shouted as he turned to show Kurt. He was bundled up from the cold Ohio weather. But he was smiling wide, with a Kent State 'K' painted on the side of his face.

"We did!" he shouted triumphantly.

"All thanks to your boyfriend."

Kurt's face got red, despite the cold and he looked down at his shoes. "He's not my boyfriend, Craig."

Craig snorted, "Right, and I haven't stunned woman everywhere with my impressive powers in bed."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at this. "All but the one you really want."

"I have no idea what your talking about."

Kurt smirked, "Of course not. By the way, she's right behind you."

"Wait, what!" The camera swung around to show a tiny blond girl. She smiled at the camera.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Craig stumbled over his words which caused Kurt's smirk to be in full force. He answered for his friend. "Oh nothing at all, Cindy." Kurt's face lit up. "Dave!"

Dave entered the picture, his smile incredibly wide. Kurt hugged him and Dave picked him up and spun them. They were both laughing.

"You did it!"

Dave just grinned, Kurt didn't think he had ever seen him so happy before. Then some of his other teammates came and threw their arms around Dave and started in a drunken rendition of 'We are the Champions.'

The tape cut, and it seemed to be later in the night. The footage was sloppy and it was obvious that the cameraman was smashed.

"Give me that before you break it!" Someone took the camera and it swiveled to show a tall, skinny, dark skinned, boy with glasses. He was holding a red solo up and grinning.

"Aww Cindy! How am I supposed to make my cin-e-ma-tic masterpiece now?" He articulated.

"You know I'm started get convinced that your an alcoholic, Craig."

Craig scoffed, "Try connoisseur, madam" The camera panned out to show the dying bond fire. Off to the side there was Dave sitting on a tree stump. He was far away and there was an attractive guy talking to him.

"Uh-oh, man-whore alert," Craig said.

Cindy sighed. "Marcus is an idiot, anyone with eyes can tell Dave's completely into Kurt."

"Kurt keeps sending him signals but the poor imbecilic is too dense to get that he likes him back. Oh look! Kurt noticed Marcus is talking up his boy!" Craig snickered. "He looks like he's about to bring the smack down on him!

Kurt stalked up behind Dave and practically sat in his lap while staring daggers at the other boy. After some talking Marcus walked away. Cindy and Craig were too far away for the camera to pick up on what Kurt and Dave were talking about but it was apparent that they were both becoming angry. Kurt eventually stomped away, Dave following him.

"Forty bucks says they finally get together tonight." Craig offers.

By now Kurt and Dave are openly shouting and pointing fingers at each other. "Your on!" Cindy says. "They're at each others throats. No way that's happening tonight."

Craig just laughed. "Zoom in Cindy Lou Who, I want to get my victory on tape."

Cindy did just that. As the camera got closer so did Dave and Kurt. Kurt looked almost red in the face. Cindy let out a surprised sound at what happened next.

One minute they were shouting at each other. The next Kurt was kissing Karofsky. It had the same angry and ferocity as that first kiss in the locker room years ago. Only now the roles were reversed.

When they parted they just stood there staring at each other. Kurt wide eyed with his hand's still on the sides of Dave's face. After a few seconds Kurt came to his senses and was about to bolt but Dave caught him by the wrist and pulled him back into his arms. After a moment the two melted into a second kiss.

Cheers went up around them, and somebody in the crowd shouted, "FINALLY!"

Craig's laughter seemed to bring Cindy out of her shock. And the camera went from the kissing couple to Craig's outreached hand.

"Pay up."


Kurt wasn't sure what to think after watching the video. It was if he was watching a movie with an actor who looked a lot like him. He went to put in the next one, when he heard the front door open.

"LADY FACE!"

Kurt could only looked shocked. "San-s-antana?"

The latina strolled in the house as if she owned the place. Dave came in behind her carrying take-out containers.

"Hiya Hummel." Santana said as she plopped down on the couch next to Kurt. "Whatcha watching? Porn?"

"No!"

"Oooh the old home movies. Close enough, you guys gotta have a sex tape in there somewhere."

"We do not!" Dave says as he brings the food to the coffee table. He gives Kurt an apologetic look. "Santana, I let you come ever because you promised to take it easy."

"Oh please. Empty-head can handle it. He's forgotten five years worth of my insults, I have to make up for it."

"Well you haven't changed much, have you Santana?" Kurt glared at her a little, he really didn't want company. Especially if Santana was just going to be cynical. "Why are you even here?" He asked in a patronizing tone.

"Brittany was worried about you." She stated simply. She pulled out a handmade card that looked like a preschooler made it, and handed it to Kurt. It read, Amnesia is just your brain playing Hide-n-Go-Seek.

"Um, thanks."

They fall into an awkward silence as they start eating their Chinese food.

"Alright, I don'ts do these awkward pauses." Santana piped up. "Hummel," she snapped. "Start talking."

"And what am I supposed to say exactly?"

Santana let out an irritated groan. "Just talk to each other or something! 'How was your day?' 'What were you thinking wearing that shirt?'" Dave looked down at his puke green polo. "'How big is your dick?' You know the typical conversation starters."

"Santana." Dave said wearily, seemingly used to Santana's way talking.

"What? If I woke up with a hunk of a husband that would be my first question."

"SANTA—!"

"Oh alright!" She cut him off. "Fine I'll start." She looked pointedly at Dave. "How was your day?" She asked in a sickeningly sweet voice and fake smile.

"Just fine." Dave glared back at her. The tension in his shoulders were obvious.

"What happened?" Kurt asked, seeing the stress in Dave posture.

Dave leaned his head back and dragged a hand over his face. "Figgins cut the hockey budget again, now I don't have enough to pay for the rink time I need for practices."

"Just beat him with a hockey stick 'till he cuts into the Cheerio budget." Santana said as if it was obvious.

"Sue has something over him again. He not going to budge and my team's much needed practices will be cut in half."

Kurt watched in silence as Santana continued to suggest, barely legal, ways of fixing his problem. From the sound of it McKinley hadn't changed much, Sue was still Cheerio couch, Figgins was still a push over, and programs all over the school are still under budget.

Dave, who was seemingly getting tired of trying to keep up verbally with Santana, turned to Kurt.

"How are you?" Dave asked, with concerned eyes as they finished eating.

"Uh, good." Kurt mumbled. In reality he was angry, a whole day gone by and he still didn't remember a thing.

"No, what he means, gay-face, is did you remember anything yet?"

"No, I haven't," Kurt snapped at Santana.

"Hey it's alright," Dave put a hand on Kurt's shoulder before addressing Santana. "San, ease up."

"No, it's not fine!" Kurt snapped. "She's right I keep trying but I can't remember a freaking thing!" He got up with a huff leaving his food where lay.

"Kurt—" Dave plea was cut off by the slamming of the bedroom door.

Kurt sat down on the bed. He was furious. Like he needed reminding that he was walking around in a life that wasn't really his.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Leave me alone."

The door opened and Santana walked in slowly. Kurt knew it was pointless to try and shout her out, so he just fixed his stare forward. She came around and sat next to him on the bed. He continued to scowl at the window.

"I'm sorry." She says softly. Kurt doesn't answer her. She sighs, "I know that I speak without considering your 'feelings' and crap. But believe it or not I've improved since high school."

Kurt sighs. He's not really mad at Santana, she was just being herself after all. He was really upset at himself, at the fact that his own brain was staging a revolution against him.

"It's alright."

"You know after he transferred in high school I hadn't talked to Dave until college?"

Kurt didn't know that, how they had acted during dinner he assumed they stayed friends after being each others beards.

"Yeah, so I'm home for Christmas from OSU and I get this random call. And he starts babbling about how Kurt Hummel kissed him. And he was freaking out and wondering what he should do." She looked at him pointedly now. "So I told him to grow some balls and take your pale ones for himself. But as you saw," referring to the video, "He wimped out. But after you two finally got your act together he called me again. After that we just sorta kept in contact."

Santana got quiet and looked to the window. "He's one of my best friends." She whispered.

Santana handed Kurt a DVD. He looked at it for a moment in confusion. "Watch it." She said, "It might not bring back memories or anything, but it might give you some insight into the man who's stuck sleeping on the couch."

After that Santana got up and walked out leaving Kurt alone. After a few minutes Kurt finally gained the courage to put the DVD in the player that was in the room.

The scene started out with the camera approaching a bed. The early morning glow from the windows showed a sleeping figure in the bed.

"Kurt," the person behind the camera sang.

"Urg!" Kurt pulled the blanket over his head.

"Aw, c'mon, I have a surprise for you today."

Kurt glanced quickly at the camera before turning his head and talking into the pillow. "You and that dumb camera. I ought to shoot Craig for getting it for you." Despite his words Kurt's voice sounded amused.

Dave laughed. "I have to document every minute of today. It's a special day remember?"

Kurt peaked his face out to the camera. "Happy anniversary, Dave." He replied with a beaming smile.

"Happy anniversary, Kurt."

The camera was set on the nightstand and showed Dave leaning down to kiss Kurt. It was sweet and endearing. After breaking apart and smiling at each other, Kurt grinned and pulled Dave down into a heated kiss. After a few moments. Dave turned his attention to Kurt's neck. Kurt let out a low moan, before looking at the camera.

"Oops." He looks a bit embarrassed, as he reaches out to turn it off. "Wouldn't want to give the folks at home a show." He giggled before Dave bit his collar bone causing his eyes to flutter shut and to arch his back into his boyfriend. The scene cut.

Next shot showed Dave driving. The road outside had fields as far as the eye could see.

"C'mon Dave, where are we going?"

Dave just laughed keeping his eyes on the road. "If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise."

Kurt let a a huff in fake annoyance. The camera spanned the beautiful countryside before it zoomed in to show something large in colorful growing in the distance.

Kurt let out an excited squeal. "A hot air balloon! You taking me up in a hot air balloon?" He turned the camera back to Dave who looked awfully proud of himself.

The film continued as it showed Dave and an excited Kurt go up in to the sky. The camera paned to show the amazing view.

"Dave? Dave are you alright?" Dave was grimacing.

"Yeah," He managed to say before gripping the side of the basket and looking at his shoes.

"Really? 'Cause you look a little green." Kurt handed the camera to the balloon operator, who continued to film the young couple.

Dave didn't say anything, instead he took one look out into the sky then slunk to the bottom of the basket. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

Kurt stifled a laugh, of course his boyfriend would get motion sickness. "Maybe we should cut the ride early?"

"No, no this was supposed to be perfect. It wasn't supposed to go like this. It was supposed to be romantic. And I was not supposed to get air sick."

Kurt knelt down in font of his boyfriend with a smirk on his face. "It's fine David it's the thought that counts after all."

"No, Kurt it's—I just . . . I mean." Dave looked at Kurt and fished something out of his pocket. Kurt had a confused expression on his face when David held out a ring. "Kurt will you marry me?"

Kurt's mouth gaped open in surprise, he looked wide eyed at the ring.

"Kurt? Kurt, I think this is the part were you say something."

Kurt snapped his mouth closed and threw his arms around Dave. "Yes! Yesyesyesyes! A thousand times yes!" He kissed his boyfri—fiance, passionately, before Dave took Kurt's left hand and slid the ring on to it. Their foreheads rested together and they smiled like idiots. "Yes, of course I will marry you," Kurt whispered.

Just then a gust of wind rocked the flying vessel and Dave shot up and bent over the side, losing the contents of his stomach. Kurt just laughed looking flushed, his hands covering his mouth. A few more scenes passed after they were safe back on the ground. Dave was looking a little better and was holding Kurt who was smiling and kissing him on the cheek.

Kurt watched the video in silence. Once the screen went to black did he realize that he had tears running down his face. He quickly wiped them off his face. And went to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face.

When he was done he looked at himself in the mirror. It was the first time he really studied himself since he woke up. He looked only a bit older. His jaw line even more defined, his hair not nearly as coiffed as he once had it, and a weariness behind his eyes that only came with age.

"Well Hummel you finally got your fairy tale romance." He told himself. "Turns out your knight left you for a foreign kingdom and the troll ended up being your prince." He shook his head and whispered, "And you can't remember a thing about how it all happened."

He walked back into the bedroom, thinking that he should really go back out to the living room, Dave was probably worried about him. But first Kurt went to the dresser and picked up his wedding band. After Dave had given it to him in the hospital he hadn't known what to do with it. Kurt thought that it felt wrong to wear it, it wasn't really his, it belonged to the happy Kurt from the pictures and videos.

After some searching Kurt found a necklace chain and strung his ring through it. He might not understand how his life had gotten to this point but he was still Kurt Hummel. He had to believe that he could become the same person that his memories left behind. He slipped the necklace around his neck and place it under his shirt.

"Well," he said out loud. "It's a start."

I really like writing the videos. I was hoping they were a better way to tell some past scenes than having Dave or someone recall them.
I'm not sure if I'm entirely happy with how I wrote Santana. I apologize if any of the character come off as really OOC.

I am not sure when the next chapter will be up, I have written a rough outline for it but that's it. I'm also not sure how long it will be. But I promise that it will be up no later than the 1st.

Ok, my dearies, thank you so much for reading! Please, please, review!
~Punzy