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Chapter Seven
Brothers

Blaine awoke with Kurt literally on top of him. His face nuzzled into Blaine's neck, their legs tangled together.
He smiled and hugged the smaller boys waist lightly, loose enough for him to pull away if needed. He missed their touches. The second time Blaine had visited, he had tried to hug Kurt, which resulted in a panic attack and eventual medication.
It wasn't a great day.
But, Kurt was fast asleep, and relaxed, and normal. And it was the first time Blaine had seen him like that in what seemed like forever. He craved intimacy. He would find himself getting unusually touchy with his friends lately. Not in any inappropriate ways, he would just hold Rachel's hand when they went to coffee together, or sit so close to Sam while they were playing video games that their shoulders would touch. He needed physical affection, but only from the specific brunette boy in the hospital. None of these touches substituted Kurt's.

Kurt was truly beautiful. His upturned nose, his cheek bones, and his somehow, always perfect hair. There was no other way to describe this fragile boy than pretty.

His thoughts trailed back to the time they fought about Kurt's body. When Blaine had started stress eating, and gaining weight. How he had taken his anxiety anger out on Kurt that night. How he wanted Kurt to stay a delicate flower, and need Blaine's protecting.
God, he was wrong.
Because here Kurt was. As tiny as he was in highschool, since he had been losing weight in dramatic bursts since the incident, if not taller. And how broken, oh, how broken he was. His mind scattered, his body disgustingly disrespected.
How tiny Kurt was. It hurt Blaine, and he didn't want to have to protect Kurt anymore. He was so willing to, but he never, never wanted him to be in such a state that needed it so horribly.

Blaine's fingers ran through Kurt's hair idly. He remembered the first time that they had sex. How intimate, and loving it was. How hard he tried to not hurt Kurt, and how completely, and wonderfully awkward and new it had been.

Blaine collapsed next to his naked boyfriend, panting slightly.
"That was.. That was good, yeah?" Kurt asked. Blaine smiled tearfully at him and Kurt whined.
"Oh- thank god. I want to cry too." He laughed slightly, joined in by Blaine a beat later.
"I love you. I love you so much- god, Kurt." Blaine breathed, and Kurt grinned, cuddling into his side.
"I love you too. Forever and fearlessly, yeah?"
"Forever and fearlessly."

Blaine closed his eyes again and let his memories fade into dreams. Missing Kurt. Missing making love. Missing touching. Missing marriage.


Kurt awoke with a body pressed against his own. A living, breathing, beating thing, and at first, it terrified him.
He jumped away, staring at the curly haired boy that was beneath him a second ago, and relaxing. It was only Blaine. Cute Blaine.
"Mmm.. Morning..." Blaine mumbled tiredly. Kurt composed himself steadily.
"M-morning."
Blaine looked lazily at the clock beside the bed and gasped, sitting up suddenly. "Fuck- I'm really really late."
He gathered his things quickly, haphazardly.
"Sorry Kurt, I'll visit you again tonight- fuck." One foot was out the door when Kurt called out to him.
"Blaine- w-wait!" Blaine stopped and looked at him. "Could you.. could you stay the night again? Tonight?" Kurt could feel his cheeks heating up and darkening. The shorter boy just smiled.
"Of course I can, Kurt."
And with that, he left, leaving Kurt giddy and embarrassed. But most of all; tired.
He lay back down, closing his eyes again.


Hands
Big hands, wandering where there not supposed to go.

All over my body, my torso, my legs, my ass. Squeezing, prodding.
Molesting.
Marking my skin. Making me dirty dirty dirty.
I scream. No one hears.
I try to get away, but I'm weak, I'm small.
Pain erupts through my body. I scream again and again, my throat going raw.
A face looks down at me, and laughs.
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Kurt jolted awake in a cold sweat, panting. Someone was knocking on his door. God..
It was a dream. It was just a dream.
"Kurt, you have a visitor!" The all too cheerful nurse calls.
"Just a minute!" He replies, his voice cracking dramatically as he jumped out of bed.
Just a dream.
It felt so real. Another memory? I hope not..

Kurt quickly pulled on a T-shirt and jeans, walking into the visiting center after the nurse. A tall, big man stood there, his hands awkwardly switching positions, as if they couldn't decide where to go.
"Hey, dude.." The man said, going to touch Kurt's shoulder. Kurt backed away quickly, and the man looked nervous for a second, before stuffing his hand back in his pocket.
"I-uh.."
"Kurt, this is your step-brother, Finn." The nurse says sweetly. Kurt eyed the exquarterback suspiciously. He was too big, too strong for Kurt's liking.
"Hey.. dude.." Finn repeated. Kurt swallowed and nodded.
"Hi.." He replied quietly. The nurse nodded, like all problems were solved then and there.
"I'll leave you two alone, then!"
Oh god, please don't.

Kurt and Finn ended up walking down by the lake, the awkward silence being half-filled with the chirping of birds and the washing of waves.
"So, uh..." Finn began. Kurt slightly pitied him. He was obviously trying insanely hard. "I brought you- you your iPod. The nurses said that music is helping you remember 'n shit so..." He fished an old, worn iPod and headphones out of his pocket, holding it out to Kurt, who smiled wearily and took the token.
"Thank you... That's very nice..."
Finn nodded and they stopped on a hill. More silence.
"Is it weird?" Finn finally said. Kurt looked at him confusedly. "Having no memories. Is it weird?"
"Oh." Kurt shrugged. "No.. I mean- I have some.. But.. It feels.. Empty I guess.. I mean.. I don't have- have an identity. It's... A little weird, yeah."
Finn nodded. "What can you remember?"
"I remember the old glee room. And... Bits and pieces in there. Like the disco thing... That.. Will- or Mr. Shuester or whatever- made us sing disco. And I remember that time that I was wearing some itchy costume and singing Lady Gaga with a bunch of girls... And... Uh... I remember trying to teach my dad breakfast, and him almost burning the house down. But... that's about it."
"Hm..." Finn just said, picking at the grass. "That's kinda cool... Anything about me?"
"No.." Kurt said quietly. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize dude. Not your fault."
Kurt nodded and swallowed. "So- so what do you do? I mean.. as a job."
"I'm a teacher. I teach drama and I coach glee club at McKinely."
Kurt smiled at that. "Yeah? Is that nice?"
"Yeah, dude, teenagers are fucking hilarious. They remind me of us when we were there- there's these two girls, and they totally act like me and Puck. Like exactly." Finn smiled as he spoke, moving his hands excitedly.
"Puck?"
"Oh, he's my best friend from highschool. He was in glee club with us."
"You were in glee club?!" Kurt laughs.
"Hell yeah! I was the leader." Finn smiles at him, and the silence grows comfortable.
"That sounds nice... Did we... Did we grow up together? As brothers?"
Finn shakes his head. "Nah, my mom married your dad when we were like seventeen. But we're basically normal brothers by now." Finn clears his throat. "I-uh.. Miss you. I mean, that's cheesy and shit but... I mean... I'm really glad that you're okay. And that you're remembering.. A-and I hope you get better soon."
Kurt smiled and very, very carefully squeezed the other boy's wrist, before pulling away.
"Me too."
There's another silence, and the two boys stare at each other.
"So-" Finn coughed and Kurt giggled again. "I should get going.. It was nice seeing you, bro. I'll visit again in a week."
"Okay.. Goodbye Finn.." Kurt watched him stand, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand.
"Buh-Bye, little brother.