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This chapter was not originally planned, but I added it especially for SlytheringSnake who asked for a chapter in Kurt's point of view, so here it is, enjoy :D

Chapter 10-Confusion

Sitting in his basement, Kurt refused to acknowledge the stiffness between his legs that betrayed his arousal over witnessing Puck pull a moony.

Since waking up in the hospital, everything had seemed so confusing. For the most part, he was doing a good job at hiding it. He wasn't miserable by any means. Even though a portion of his memories were lost, perhaps forever, he was still as happy as he could be given the circumstances. It wasn't the end of the world. But it was… odd.

He'd been suffering with a lot of headaches too. It was as though there was something nagging at the back of his brain, trying to fight its way in but not quite managing it. Kurt supposed it was his forgotten memories, all of them battling to return to him and remind him of what he had missed.

Only his dad had been at his bedside when he woke up from his coma. For that, Kurt was thankful. He shuddered at the thought of any of his friends being there to witness him freak out like he did. He hadn't remembered the car crash, he still didn't. Everybody else had explained to him what had happened over and over but he just didn't remember.

After he had calmed down enough, Kurt had begged his father to get a hold of Mercedes. Although his dad had been reluctant to leave the room, he obeyed Kurt's request and searched the hospital for a payphone before telling Mercedes that Kurt was awake.

It wasn't long before Mercedes was bursting into his hospital room, the rest of the Glee club and Mr. Schue behind her.

At first, Kurt had eyes solely for Mercedes. He embraced her as best as he could from where he lay on the uncomfortable hospital bed in the ghastly pyjamas. Offering a reassuring smile, he said the first thing that came to his head which just so happened to be, 'How's my hair?'

His friends had laughed good-naturedly before Mercedes assured him he still looked fabulous. He smiled in relief, grateful that his voice no longer came out as a pitiful croak like it had done when he first woke up.

As Kurt passed his eyes over the rest of the group, he found himself staring at Sam having no idea who he was. Before he could ask, Finn had introduced the two of them and Kurt smiled awkwardly finding Sam to be oddly familiar somehow despite never having met him before.

His eyes had briefly looked over the others and he had thought it was strange to see Quinn back in her Cheerio's uniform but he couldn't think why. Before he could give it serious thought, Puck had shown up diverting his attention on to him.

The fact that Puck had shown up had astounded him completely. He only grew more confused when Puck started looking at him the way he did. It frustrated him; he didn't know what was going on.

His confusion had increased dramatically when his dad had finally been permitted to take Kurt home, and he had listened to Puck's voicemail on his cell. Deciding it was merely some idiotic prank, Kurt deleted the message.

All weekend long, it felt like something was amiss. He thought he'd forgotten something but he had no idea what. At some point, he came to the conclusion that it was probably overdue homework.

It wasn't until Monday afternoon when the Glee club gave him a welcome back session that he truly began to notice how wrong things were.

At the hospital, it hadn't registered in his mind that Matt and Jesse weren't there. Matt had always been so silent so it wasn't that surprising he didn't notice his absence. As for Jesse, he and Kurt had yet to even converse with one another, at least in Kurt's memory, so Kurt would have thought it stranger if Jesse had made an appearance.

Then when Mercedes informed him that Matt had transferred schools and Jesse had returned to Vocal Adrenaline, thereby breaking Rachel's heart, Kurt had started to panic. He had looked around at the faces of his peers to find them all shooting him worried expressions. As his eyes moved over to Quinn, it was then that he realised her baby bump was gone.

Then Mr. Schue asked him what the last thing he remembered was before waking up in the hospital. It took Kurt a long while to think, and a pounding headache attacked his skull but he didn't let the others know about the tension in his brain. Finally, his memory pulled to surface the Glee club performing Madonna's 'Like a Prayer'.

After that admission, Mercedes had become almost hysterical. His dad was informed and they were back at the hospital visiting the doctor before dinner time. The doctors weren't all that helpful in Kurt's opinion and not nearly good-looking enough to hold his full attention as they discussed his condition with him.

Everybody treated him with a great deal of sympathy upon learning that he'd lost part of his memory. Even Azimio had been decent enough to spare him a Slushie attack. Though that was probably more to do with him being on crutches than having some form of amnesia.

Still, the girls in Glee club banded together and made it their mission to bring him up to speed on all the gossip he'd forgotten. Finally, when they believed Kurt had been informed well enough, they moved on to discuss Sam.

Brittany and Santana both insisted that he must be gay since he hadn't tried to look up either of their skirts once since joining Glee. Mercedes and Tina had then squealed in delight about how adorable the two of them would look as a couple and Rachel droned on about how her two gay dads had gotten together whilst Quinn bemoaned that all the good guys were gay.

Somehow, the girls had then ensured that he and Sam were together as much as possible. Not that Kurt objected. Having had Sam escort him round most of Monday, something he suspected was a deliberate move by his girlfriends, Kurt found himself eager to be in the other boy's company.

Although he couldn't explain it, there was just something about Sam that called out to him. When discussing it with Mercedes, the two had come to the conclusion that it must have been the fact that Sam was gay and totally gorgeous. But when Kurt was alone and thought on it some more, he instinctively knew that it was more complex than that.

He watched Sam play guitar with a smile on his face. The boy was talented but Kurt somehow felt that he always expected a little bit more when Sam performed. Sam could certainly sing, but again Kurt had that same nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right.

Still, in an odd way, he felt at ease around Sam. Even though his headaches tended to be more severe when Sam was around, Kurt yearned to be near him as much as possible. He thought that maybe if he stayed with Sam long enough his memories would come back. Perhaps it was silly, but Sam inspired a strong sense of familiarity.

He hadn't really known what any of that meant, he still wasn't sure now, but he had an idea.

"Noah Puckerman." Kurt said aloud with a groan.

If everything Puck had told him was true, which Kurt had the horrible feeling it was, then Kurt believed he had an acceptable theory as to why Sam attracted him so and why he seemed familiar.

Puck and Sam, both of them were good-looking muscular boys, both played football, and both of them played guitar. That was the limit of their similarities but still, those were things they had in common, there was no denying that.

Perhaps, Kurt thought, that was why he was always expecting more whenever he watched Sam perform. It could also be why the headaches played up more when he was around the blonde. He'd first been attracted to Sam because of the hobbies and talents he shared with Puck, which ignited a sense of familiarity. That familiar feeling then brought on the headaches which were probably caused by the blocked memories of his relationship with Puck.

That could easily be why Kurt always felt as though something was missing, especially when he was with Sam. Even though he was happy in his new relationship, and had no recollection of being in a previous one and therefore nothing to compare it to, he did constantly feel somewhat unsatisfied.

Turning to his laptop, Kurt opened the recycle bin and restored all of the images of himself and Puck. He took his time looking through them, studying each photo carefully in the hope of remembering something.

Feeling another headache come on, Kurt switched his laptop off, making a mental note of his new password.

"Action Man." He scoffed as he flipped his hair out of his eyes then smoothed it back into place.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn't deny to himself that Puck must have been speaking the truth. But he didn't want it to be true. In his mind, he could not fathom how he and Puck could ever have a relationship of a romantic nature. Although Puck was physically attractive, he just wasn't Kurt's type and he didn't see how he could possibly fall for him.

The idea that Puck could have been blackmailing him or forcing him into something he didn't want to do was not a pleasant thought. Thankfully, Kurt was confident that no such thing had happened between them. He just looked far too happy in Puck's arms in the photos he had seen.

Of course the idea that Kurt had in fact fallen for Puck wasn't a pleasant notion either. It was ludicrous and downright terrifying. How did it happen? Why did it happen?

It was all so confusing. Puck being gay was yet another complicated piece of an uncompleted puzzle. For Kurt, there were so many metaphorical puzzle pieces missing that he only had half a picture and he couldn't make out what the completed version was supposed to look like.

He had been guarded when Puck was in his room but he hadn't been dishonest. He truly didn't want to remember whatever it was he had with Puck. To him, it was forgotten and maybe that's the way it should be. He and Puck were as different as night and day, they just didn't work. But Sam, he was handsome and charming and he made Kurt feel good about himself. Why in the world of fashion should he give that up for a supposed love he had no memory of?

Looking down at his lap, Kurt realised he was still clutching tightly to the Meer-Car.

"Puckerone." Kurt said with a roll of his eyes.

He made to throw the cuddly toy to the floor but he couldn't bring himself to do so. Instead he hugged it closer to his chest and let out a deep sigh. As difficult as it was for him to even comprehend let alone accept, Kurt knew that his unwillingness to discard the teddy meant that Puck was still important to him on some subconscious level.

Suddenly, Kurt felt as if he could cry. He didn't want to remember, the idea of remembering scared him, but the memories were buried deep within him somewhere. He could feel them and they were desperate to return to him.

"This is ridiculous." Kurt exclaimed as he rubbed his throbbing temples. "I don't want to remember. I can be happy with Sam; I don't need my fashion-challenged tormenter."

Falling in love with his bully, that was just embarrassing. He didn't want Puck; he'd never been interested in him before. The jock had always been so vile to him. Kurt loathed him. That's the way it had always been and Kurt did not wish for that to change.

But Puck wouldn't leave him alone, Kurt knew he wouldn't. He'd heard straight from the Jewish boy's mouth that he was determined to win Kurt's heart. Apparently he'd done it before, would Puck really be able to do it again?

Kurt shook his head. He didn't know how Puck had managed to win him over first time round and right now he didn't care. He wouldn't let the boy take his heart a second time.

People always said that you can't choose who you fall for. Perhaps that was true, maybe Kurt had fallen for Puck without a choice. But the car accident and the memory loss had given him a second chance. This time, he would make a choice and he wouldn't fall for the womanizing stud that knocked up his best friend's girlfriends. No, he'd fall for a good guy. He'd fall for Sam.

Feeling a little better now that he had made such a decision, Kurt smiled to himself before retrieving his crutches from the floor with the intent of heading upstairs to see his dad and hopefully get some dinner.

However, before he was standing, his cell phone buzzed. Picking it up, he discovered he'd had a video image sent through. Without even looking who it was from, he clicked on it so he could view it.

His eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he watched footage of himself sucking a cock. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and though he wanted to pull his eyes away he simply could not do so. The clip ended with semen splattering all over his face.

A moment after he finished watching, a text came through. Knowing now that it was from Puck, he bit the inside of his cheek as he prepared himself to read what the other teen had sent.

By the way Puck's text message read. That was my cock in your greedy little mouth and you were fucking loving it xxx

Fingers fumbling slightly, Kurt deleted the text and the video clip before slipping his phone into his pocket and making his second attempt to stand up with the aid of his crutches.

As he half-walked and half-hopped through his room, his eyes strayed to his desk and he suddenly noticed that it had been moved. Huffing in annoyance, he made his way over and with a bit of difficulty he shuffled it back to the rightful position. It was then that he let out a high-pitched shriek as his eyes were assaulted with the vision of Puck's muddy-tracks on his beloved white carpet.

To Be Continued

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