BLAINES POV
"...kurt...?" i opened my eyes to an unfamiliar room, the first thought was to call for kurt. kurt. he had to be here, i need to see him. at first my vision is blurry, hearing echoey but then i hear him and suddenly i'm okay. "i'm here blaine, i'm here." he slipped his hand into mine, it was soft and warm, they fit together perfectly. the room came into focus again and i was shocked at what i saw. "kurt?" the man i saw in front of me was not in fact kurt, "w-where's kurt-" i didn't recognise anyone in the room, "i'm here blaine, i'm here-" i looked up at the man again, "b-but you're not kurt, i want kurt, my kurt."
KURTS POV
i got kicked out. as soon as they said blaine could have amnesia, another man came in, claiming to be me. he had a passport in my name, a drivers license. there was nothing i could do. id come back home but i couldn't rest, i couldn't even sit. i kept pacing my room uncontrollably, santana promised to call me if anything changes, she knew it was pointless arguing with security, they'd just kick her out too.
BLAINES POV
"blaine c'mon it's me," the man smiled, it didn't bring me any warmth. it wasn't the kurt i remembered, but then i couldn't remember anything. it feels like the only thing i can remember is- "mr anderson?" i look up at the doctor speaking, retracting my hand from 'kurt's'. "we're gonna ask you some questions to see what you remember. mr hummel we're gonna kindly ask you to leave, you'll be able to see mr anderson again soon." the doctor smiled as 'kurt' nodded and left. "okay let's see what you remember, name?" "blaine devon anderson." "age?" "22." "do you know where you are?" "st bonaventure hospital." "and do you know who i am, mr anderson?" i studied the doctor, trying to get every neutron in my brain to help remember. i come to a conclusion, "no, i'm sorry." the doctor smiled, "don't worry about that. i'm dr p. aracetamol, we met briefly when you were barely conscious when coming up here." i smile at the doctor, "okay mr anderson-" i interrupt him, "blaine. call me blaine, mr anderson was my father." dr aracetamol smiles back at me, "okay blaine do you remember any of your friends, anyone you could describe to me?" it takes me a second to think, i remember having a female friend. sydney? satin, satan? santana! "santana! my best friend, uhm shes average height, always wearing high heels," i laugh at that, memories of me having to help santana up stairs to stop her from falling flood my mind, "shes latina, can be quite rude." the doctor laughs, "okay. do you remember a man by the name of kurt hummel?" kurt, i can't stop the smile from overcoming my face at the name. then i think back to the man in the hospital room and frown. "yes... but he's not how i remember, my kurt was delicate, his voice heavenly." i look down glassy eyed, what if the kurt i knew was just an anaesthesia dream?