A/N: This is it. The last installment of Bad Enough For You. I hope you had as much fun as I did.
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-MEOW-
By the time Kurt got to the hospital, Blaine was awake and sitting up, talking to Cooper.
Kurt burst in the room, smiling as big as he possibly could. "Blaine!"
Kurt noticed three strange things all at once. First, Cooper's smile disappeared, leaving him looking crushed.
Second, Blaine looked up at him and smiled politely.
Third, Blaine stuck his hand out.
"Yep, that's me. What's your name?" Blaine peeked over at Cooper and bit his lip, eyes wide. Silently asking who the new, beautiful boy was.
Kurt stopped in his tracks, mouth open, choked sounds escaping his mouth. He had never considered this. Blaine couldn't... Remember?
Tears welled in his eyes. Cooper quickly excused them and led Kurt out into the hallway, hugging him tightly and letting him collect his thoughts.
Cooper pulled away first, looking at Kurt gently. "It's called Retrograde Amnesia, Kurt. He can't remember things leading up to the accident. So far, it seems to be about six months before it happened. He doesn't remember moving to Lima. They said he might remember, but due to the brain damage he sustained... It's not promising. I'm so sorry, Kurt."
Kurt thought about this and nodded, already stopping the tears. "I need... some time. To think... Maybe this is what's best for him. To forget me." Kurt nodded, biting his lip.
"Don't you dare make that decision for him, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!" Cooper growled, snapping Kurt out of his trance. "He's been through hell. And I saw it, he already likes you again.. He hasn't even known you ten minutes. So don't you dare start that shit."
Kurt swallowed again. "Alright. On one condition." Cooper raised an eyebrow, but nodded.
"Don't tell him he ever knew me. If he remembers, he remembers. But don't tell him."
"Kurt.. I don't-"
"That's my condition. I never knew him anyway. Now we can get to know each other on equal terms."
Cooper sighed. "Okay. I hope you know what you're doing." He turned and walked back into the room.
"Me too," Kurt whispered.
--MEOW--
By the time Kurt left that night, he had Blaine's number, and a date with him for Friday night. He really liked this Blaine.
Cooper had introduced Kurt as "An old friend of his," Who had been worried when his friend's brother had been found.
Their footing had been much more even at the hospital, and Blaine had barely batted an eye asking him out.
Kurt stepped through the front door and grinned at his father who stood in the hall. "He's awake, Dad."
--MEOW--
Everything was going better than could be expected. Blaine didn't regain the memory, but the doctors let him out before their date. Blaine's driver ("Wait, what? You have a driver?") picked him up outside his house, and they spent the most wonderful night together. At the end of the night, Blaine walked him to his door and kissed his cheek gently goodnight.
That night Kurt slept deeply.
Their relationship progressed normally, pecks became kisses, kisses became "I love you"s, and they did. They loved each other for all they were worth.
The piercings healed, the henna faded, and Kurt's Blaine slowly disappeared. The only evidence that his Blaine had ever existed lived on his phone. Forty-six beautiful pictures from the life that never was.
--MEOW--
Kurt and Blaine had been together for a year when they both got accepted to NYU. It was a no-brainer for them to find a New York apartment together. Blaine knew money wasn't a problem on his end, but Kurt insisted that they split rent.
Kurt threw open the door of their one-bedroom and smiled, toeing off his shoes "Blaineyyy," He called, in a horrible imitation of Ricky Ricardo. "I'm hooomee!"
Blaine had decided to stay home and unpack while Kurt was at work.
Kurt walked down the short hall and into their bedroom, to find Blaine on the floor, cross-legged, in front of an open cardboard box.
He nestled a small scrapbook in his hands, his head hunched over it to read the words. He looked up slowly, holding up the gray book.
"Kurt, what's this?"
Kurt recognized the pictures. He'd gotten them printed and scrapbooked them. On the cover, he'd had the words, "My Blaine" elegantly engraved.
46 pictures. Pictures Blaine didn't remember. Pictures he never could know about. But now he did.
When Kurt didn't answer, Blaine stood and pushed past him, grabbing his Peacoat and slamming the door on the way out.
Kurt stood in the doorway of his room, shocked. Finally, his brain caught up with him. "Not again, you don't."
Kurt ran out of the room, out the door, down the stairs, and into the chilly September weather, barefoot. He saw Blaine's hooded figure moving toward the park on the other side of the street. "Blaine!" He yelled. Blaine whipped around in the middle of the crosswalk, arms wide, as if daring Kurt to explain. Kurt gaped out at him.
"That's what I thought!" He yelled, turning back around.
Kurt's feet were used to heel-abuse, but not cold asphalt abuse. He hopped quickly across the street, barely clearing the curb before cars started whizzing past him at ungodly speeds.
Kurt awkwardly wobbled up behind Blaine as fast as he could. "Blai-" he got out before stepping on an awkward rock and tumbling over, twisting his ankle. "Ah, shit."
Blaine heard him hit the ground and rushed over. "Kurt, honey, are you okay?" He said in a panicked voice, kneeling down next to him. Kurt nodded and tried to stand. He wiggled and fell back down, crying out.
"I think it's sprained, Blaine." Kurt bit his lip. Blaine took of his scarf and wrapped it around Kurt's ankle slowly, supporting the foot as best he knew how, then bent over and scooped Kurt up, carrying him bridal style, back toward the apartment.
When he got Kurt into the house (Two flights of stairs making this a lengthy process), he called their doctor for advice and pulled out an icepack from the freezer, elevating the ankle and icing it mildly.
"You have an appointment on Thursday, 8:00a.m., Dr. Andrews thinks it's probably a sprain, though."
Kurt nodded, and they sat in silence for what seemed like forever.
"Thank you," Kurt said, nodding at his foot.
"\Blaine just half-smiled, obviously lost in thought.
"Why did you help me, Blaine? I would have left me."
Blaine looked at him incredulously. "Like I could leave you? I love you, Kurt. No matter how mad I am, or how..Hurt... I feel, I love you, always." Blaine's voice cracked when he said "hurt", and a small part of Kurt died.
The pictures were of lots of things. Kurt and Blaine kissing, a couple of Kurt from when Blaine stole his phone, but most were of Blaine being... Blaine. When his guard was down, or when he thought Kurt wasn't looking.
The worst part was that all of them were date-stamped. For Six months before they met.
At first, Blaine thought he'd read the date wrong. Then he remembered things. The way Kurt looked the day they met in the hospital. He was devastated.
But worse were the things about the photo he didn't remember. The piercings, the tattoo... the days.
Blaine had known there were things he couldn't remember. He just hadn't known Kurt was one of them.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Blaine's eyes were filled to the brim, threatening to spill over.
"It... Ended. On a bad note."
Kurt explained everything. The day Blaine changed, the first time they kissed, the night Blaine brought him to the fights, the night they made love.
Blaine's heart broke with every memory he couldn't reach. The first date they'd had, wrong. The first time they'd made love, a lie.
It was all fake.
The irony of it was, they'd done the same thing to each other. Both had been something they weren't to be with the other.
The only difference was, Blaine was intent on breaking the cycle. "I don't care. I love you. That's all that matters." Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt harshly, pressing all the hurt and pain and passion and reassurance into the one deep kiss.
"I love you, too, Blaine."
--MEOW--
Four years later, Blaine stands next to Cooper, across from Kurt. Their hands are clasped together, and a slim, handsome man reads from a prepared piece of paper.
When it comes time, Blaine pulls a small sheet of paper from his cummerbund and begins to read it to the man in front of him.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, We have been through so much. Lies, fights, temptation, and even permanent amnesia, and through all of this, through every sickness, through every storm, in great times, and in horrid ones, we've never stopped loving each other. You've forgiven me for every horrible fashion decision, and every time my thick-headed stubbornness threatened our wonderful life. I will love you until the day I die and beyond, so if you're not too busy, and you think you can put up with me for that long, I will stay by your side forever."
Kurt's watery smile matched in his own and everyone else's, he reached in his own cummerbund and pulled out his folded blue paper.
"Blaine Arthur Michelangelo Anderson, You are my prince charming, my best friend, my savior, and most of all, my true love. You forgave me every time I hurt you, every time I tried to push you away, and every time I rolled my eyes at your choice in hobbies. You saw through every wall I had, every glare I sent your way, and every tear I shed. You dug and dug until you found me. You took that scared little boy and you made him proud to be who he is. I love you. I will always love you. And if it's alright with you, I will most certainly marry you!"
They broke out into tears at the same time as the Officiator wiped away his tears and said, "You may now kiss, to signify your love, and eternal bond."
Blaine and Kurt kissed, their tears mixing together and their love exploding from every crevice.
Somewhere they knew the man would be saying, "By the power vested in me I now pronounce you married, under New York law."
After all, they'd scripted it.
They just couldn't bring themselves to care.
--MEOW--
A/N:I can't believe it's over. Thank you if you read this all the way to the end. Also, Let me know which ending you preferred, I'm not really sure myself. Probably this one.. Anyway, I hope you'll check out the rest of my stories if you enjoyed this one.
Side Note: I'm a little obsessed with the DW pairing Eleven/Rory, so I'll probably be writing them more than Klaine for the next little while. I'm not sure if I'll post them, but let me know if you're interested. Thanks!
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