Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything related to CP Coulter's wonderful fic, Dalton

Chapter 1: Forgetting

Kurt blinked open his eyes to see the blinding, white lights of a hospital room. He groaned. He hated hospitals. Kurt turned over to see the face of Blaine. Kurt looked at his best friend with confusion in his eyes.

"Blaine? Why are you here? Where's my dad?"

Blaine looked at him confused. "Kurt, what's the date?"

"November 26th, 2010. Why?"

Blaine looked at him in shock. "Kurt, it's January 16th 2020. I'm going to go get the doctor."

Kurt watched his best friend walk out the door in shock. Blaine returned a few minutes later with the doctor. She looked young, not much older than Kurt himself was supposed to be. She had warm brown eyes and a charming smile.

"Okay Kurt, I'm going to ask you a few questions. What's the last date that you remember?"

"November 26th, 2010."

"What is the last thing you remember?"

"David, Wes, and Blaine were trying to convince Mr. Howard to let me stay in Windsor."

Blaine smiled fondly at this memory.

"Who's this?" She asked, gesturing to Blaine.

"My best friend Blaine Anderson."

She wrote a couple things down on her clipboard. "Okay Kurt, you seem to have suffered amnesia from the car accident. You are fine physically and your memories should return gradually. If all goes well, you can be released in a couple of hours. In the meantime, there are some people who want to talk to you."

She left, leaving Kurt and Blaine alone. Blaine smiled and sat down in the waiting room chair.

"Kurt, I know this is a really weird way to find this out but I wanted to tell you before anyone else informs you. We are not just best friends anymore."

Kurt gaze drifted down to where Blaine's hand was resting on the bed next to his. On both of their hands were matching silver rings with a diamond inlay. Kurt's eyes widened as he realized what it meant.

"How long?" Kurt croaked out, when he finally recovered use of his vocal chords.

"Five years married, ten years together. I'm going to let the Windsors in, they are getting impatient."

Kurt finally noticed the dozens of coffee cups and balloons littering his hospital room. "What's this?" He asked, amused.

"Ah." Blaine smiled. "The twins were feeling nostalgic, that's a story for another time. Though the balloon story has a long backstory and I'm sure the other Windsors want to tell that one with me."

"That's right." Wes said smiling. "That story involves all of us so we all want to help Blaine tell it."

Kurt watched all the people enter his room. He recognized Wes and David, but the rest were unfamiliar. There was a pale, lanky man with shaggy black hair. There was a pair of tall twins with ice blue eyes and bright blonde hair. There was a man with curly, strawberry-blonde hair who was holding hands with a man who looked like Blaine, except he was taller and his hair was ungelled. There was a beautiful women standing at David's side with golden brown hair and hazel eyes. The strawberry-blonde haired man smiled.

"Blaine told us about your amnesia so I suppose we should all introduce ourselves since Wes and David are the only ones you would know but we were all from your dorm at Dalton. I'm Reed, your best friend at Dalton and roommate."

The man holding Reed's hand grinned. "I'm Shane, Blaine's brother and Reed's husband."

The woman smiled warmly. "I'm Katherine, David's wife. I went to Dobry, Dalton's sister school. We actually got married the summer between your junior and senior year of high school."

The twins grinned their Cheshire cat smiles. "We're Ethan and Evan. We're to thank for the coffee and balloons."

Reed groaned. "You didn't give Kurt enough coffee in high school?"

They smiled innocently. "We haven't been able to do it in a while, we were bored. Also he doesn't remember why we filled the room with coffee in the first place."

Blaine patted Kurt's knee. "I'll tell you that story later."

Kurt grinned. "I feel like I've been told that a lot lately."

Blaine shrugged. "A lot happens in ten years."

The pale man grinned. "I'm Dwight by the way. I realized I never introduced myself."

Their conversation was interrupted by the nurse walking back in. "I'm sorry to cut this short but we are ready to release Kurt."

The Windsors nodded and left the room, leaving Kurt, Blaine, and the doctor in the room. The doctor helped get Kurt in his wheelchair before turning to Blaine.

"I trust you will be able to take him from here."

Blaine nodded. "It will be fine."

As the two of them entered the elevator, Blaine pushing Kurt's wheelchair, the two of them descended into silence. Not an awkward silence, you could never be awkward with someone who was as close to you as Kurt was to Blaine, but a comfortable silence. Kurt was thinking about everything that had happened today, everything he had learned. Blaine was thinking about how hard this would be. Here was his husband, the man he loved with all his heart, the man he had ran into a burning building to save, and he remembered none of that. Blaine had been friend-zoned in the worst way possible. Of course, Blaine didn't blame Kurt for that, the only person he blamed was the drunk driver who hit him. But no matter what happened, even if Kurt never remembered, Blaine would stay by his side. That's what he promised when they said their vows. Because at least Kurt remembered Blaine as his best friend, not some stranger he had never met.

Soon, the pair reached the bottom and Kurt said the first thing since the Windsors had left the hospital room fifteen minutes ago. "Where do we live?"

Blaine smiled, glad Kurt was finally talking to him. "We live in a nice apartment in downtown Manhattan, it's actually only about a five minute walk from the hospital."

Blaine helped Kurt step out of the wheelchair, once they reached the front desk. Hospital policy insisted he needed a wheelchair until they left the hospital but not after, which was good because their apartment was on the sixth flour of a thirty level apartment building. As the pair exited the hospital, Blaine watched Kurt glance around the city in wonder, and Blaine quietly giggled at him.

Kurt whipped around, having heard Blaine. "What are you laughing at?"

Blaine smiled that smile he reserved only for Kurt. "You are acting the exact same way you did when you first came to New York. I thought you were going to fall out of the twins' limo." He stared into thin air, reminiscing. "The twins brought us all to New York for New Year's your first year at Dalton. We had our first kiss on New Year's on top of a building in New York."

Kurt smiled bashfully, the way he did whenever someone mentioned him and Blaine as a couple. Blaine stopped them outside an apartment building and motioned for the two of them to go in. They rode the elevator, in silence once again, up to the sixth floor.

Kurt followed Blaine down the hallway, since he had no idea where he was going. Several doors down the hallway, Blaine stopped, inserted a key from his pocket into the lock, and pushed open the door. Kurt followed, looking around the apartment.

There was an open layout facing into the living room which had large windows looking out onto the New York skyline. On the left was the kitchen, complete with marble countertops, cherry cabinets, and stainless steel appliances. There was also a door leading to Kurt and Blaine's duel offices. On the right were two doors, leading to the bedroom and bathroom. Everything was tastefully decorated, so Kurt knew he had decorated it.

Blaine watched as his husband walked around the apartment, taking in everything, before settling in front of the pictures on the wall in the living room. There was a photo of the Windsors, a photo of the New Directions and Warblers at Sectionals senior year, graduation photos of the Windsors and Finn, photos from both Reed and Shane's wedding and Kurt and Blaine's, a photo of the Windsors and New Directions at a pool party the summer of senior year, and Blaine's favorite, a photo of him and Kurt. Kurt turned around, tears in his eyes, before collapsing onto the couch. Blaine sat down on the couch, rubbing Kurt's back as he cried. Suddenly, Kurt turned to Blaine.

"I wish I could remember. I look at all those photos and see how happy we are and I want to remember that. But I can't."

Still rubbing his back, Blaine reassured him. "Of course I want you to remember that too. But even if you never remember, I don't care. At least you remember who I am, and that's all that matters. And don't think for a second that I blame you for the memory loss, Kurt Anderson-Hummel. The only person I blame is that drunk driver."

Shakily, Kurt asked. "What actually happened? All I know is I was in a car accident."

Blaine sighed before looking out into the distance. "It was a week ago. I was at home since I didn't have to go into work that day. I'm in the Broadway revival of West Side Story and I'm Tony. Rachel, actually, is Maria. They didn't need me that day so I was hanging out at home. I had made a meal so we could have a romantic dinner when you got home that night. You work as costume designer with Reed on that show, but you have done a little bit of everything, I have too. You've modeled for Reed's mom, done Off-Broadway shows, own a fashion magazine with Reed, done costume design work, and sang on my album. You were driving home and a drunk driver ran a red light. He crashed head first into you, he didn't survive. It's a miracle you only sustained some broken bones and the amnesia. The doctors said it could be a lot worse. You were in a coma for a week. Getting that call from the hospital was the worst thing I have ever had to experience."

After Blaine was finished, Kurt stared at him wide eyed. "That's how my mom died. She was on the way to pick me up from school and a drunk driver ran a red light. He hit her head on. Neither him nor her survived. I was eight." Kurt confessed, starting to sob. He leaned into Blaine for comfort and rested his head on his shoulder.

Blaine simply rubbed his back. "I know. You told me right before we started dating."

The two were interrupted by a knock on the door and a voice outside. "Blaine? Kurt? You home? I heard Kurt got released and I wanted to see him."

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