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Chapter 2: Stories
Blaine sighed and stood up. "That's Rachel. I'll go and get her."
Blaine walked away and when he came back he wasn't alone. A woman with long brunette hair and brown eyes who was obviously pregnant was with him. She was wearing a navy blue skirt with a flowery top and black heels. She had makeup on, just enough to enhance her natural beauty and not make her look tacky. She had a simple necklace and earrings on, and a ring on her finger. Kurt noticed that if this was Rachel, which he assumed it was, she finally had improved her fashion sense. She hurried over to Kurt, her heels clicking on the wooden floor, and gave him a hug.
"Kurt! I'm so glad your okay. Blaine told me about your amnesia but that you remember him. Do you remember me?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Obviously I remember you Rachel, if I remember Blaine."
Rachel blushed embarrassingly and sat down. "So," Kurt said, gesturing to Rachel's outfit. "You finally fixed your fashion sense."
Rachel chuckled. "I lived with you for a year after graduation, don't you think you would fix my fashion sense."
"So," Kurt said, looking at her. "Whose the lucky guy? Is it Finn? It's probably Finn."
Rachel and Blaine looked at each other. "You haven't told him?" She asked the shorter man.
Blaine shook his head. "We just got home fifteen minutes ago Rachel, I haven't had time to tell him either things."
Kurt raised his eyebrow at the two of them. "Tell me what?"
Rachel sighed. "It's not Finn. I wish it was. Kurt, Finn's been dead for seven years."
Kurt whipped his head towards her, letting out a choked sob. "What do you mean dead?"
Rachel sighed. "After graduation, Finn first went into the army. But he left there after a few weeks after he accidentally discharged his rifle into his thigh. He went back to Lima and followed in Mr. Schue's footsteps. He ended up teaching the glee club with Mr. Schue and eventually decided to go to college to become a teacher. He went to Lima Community College and was coming home from school one day when a drunk driver ran a red light and hit him. He didn't survive. But the baby isn't mine either."
Kurt looked at her with a confused expression so Rachel elaborated. "I'm just the surrogate. Quinn, actually, donated the egg. The baby is yours and Blaine's."
Kurt looked back and forth between Rachel and Blaine, jaw dropped. Finally, he managed to speak. "How long?"
"Five months." Rachel said, rubbing her belly.
Kurt dropped onto the couch in shock. "I'm going to be a father."
Blaine looked at him, apprehension on his face. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was going to, but this has been a long day and then Rachel showed up. The same goes for Finn."
Kurt smiled at him. "I don't blame you, Blaine. You've had a lot going on today. I'm just a little shocked." He turned back towards his best friend. "So if your husband isn't Finn, who is it? Do I know him?"
Rachel chewed on her bottom lip nervously. "You do know him. But I don't think you will like it."
Kurt frowned. "That just makes me more nervous. Who is it?"
Rachel sighed. "It's Jesse St. James."
Kurt's jaw dropped. "Jesse St. Sucks? He made breakfast on your head. You HATE him."
Rachel sat down on the other side of Kurt, trying to placate him. "I know. And I know that for you, that was only a few months ago. But Jesse apologized. I thought I would never find someone after Finn died. He was my person. But you were the one who insisted I get back out there. That Finn wouldn't want me to be sad forever. And I have forgiven him for that. That was eleven years ago for us."
Kurt sighed. "I understand. Doesn't mean I have to like it."
Rachel looked at her phone before standing up quickly. "I'm sorry to cut this short boys, but I have to go. I have practice. I'll make sure to swing by later. I know people are coming over tomorrow so maybe I'll come over then. Bye." She gave both of them a kiss on the cheek before running out the door.
Blaine shook his head. "Always on the run that girl."
"Speaking of practice." Kurt turned to the shorter man in confusion. "You two are in the same show. Don't you have to go to practice too?"
Blaine shook his head. "The directors excused me till Monday. It's Thursday today, by the way. I told them what happened to you and they told me I could stay home."
Kurt turned to him in panic. "You don't have to do that Blaine. I'll be fine. You should go to practice."
Blaine held his hands to stop him from panicking. "No. I promised when we said our vows to love you in sickness and in health. I know you don't remember that, but I do. And they are fine without me. I know my lines, blocking, and music. They can practice scenes without me in them. Besides, the doctor said that the best way to get your memory back is to have you talk to people you know and look at photos. And who do you know better than me?"
Kurt leaned into his side. "How did I get so lucky to have you?"
Blaine grinned cheekily. "You were a terrible spy."
Kurt hit him gently in the side before yawning. "M'tired. Can we go to bed?"
Blaine nodded. "You've had a long day. I'm surprised you haven't passed out already. Besides, the Windsors are coming tomorrow, along with Brittany and Santana and I don't know who else. Maybe Rachel."
As Kurt followed Blaine into the bedroom, he looked at him in suprise. "Brittany and Santana? Are they roommates?"
Blaine chuckled. "I forgot that there is still a lot I need to catch you up on. There are married, they actually had a double wedding with us, though they probably want to tell that story with me."
Kurt nodded. "I suspected. Though I never thought Santana would get the courage to tell Brittany how she feels."
As they entered the bedroom, Blaine headed towards the closet. "I can get the air mattress out that we use when a lot of people sleep over. I'll sleep on the floor in here."
But Kurt grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Don't. Sleep in the bed with me."
Blaine looked at him, hesitation in his hazel eyes. "Are you sure?"
Kurt nodded. "You said I needed to have normal in my life in order to get my memories back. What's more normal than sleeping in the same bed with my husband, even though I don't remember it? And besides, you are still my best friend."
Blaine grinned. "Just to warn you, I'm very clingy while I sleep, so I may end up hugging you in your sleep. Your pajamas are over here, I'll let you have the bathroom, since I know how you are with your moisturizing routine. I'll change out here."
Kurt nodded and headed into the bathroom. About ten minutes later, as Blaine was sitting on the bed waiting for Kurt, he heard a scream from the bathroom. Blaine burst into the bathroom to see Kurt unharmed, staring at the mirror.
"Kurt honey. What's wrong?" Blaine asked apprehensively.
Kurt stared at him with wide eyes. "All my moisturizers. They are completely different. Also, I look completely different than before. This is the first time I've seen myself since I woke up in the hospital."
Blaine chuckled. "That's what happens in ten years. Also, don't you think your moisturizing routine would have changed in the past ten years."
Kurt looked at Blaine, realization dawning on his face. "You called me honey."
Blaine blushed. "Sorry. I just slipped out. I'll try to stop myself next time."
"Hey." Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm. Blaine stared into Kurt's bright eyes. "Don't. You've been dating me for the past ten years Blaine, it's only natural you would mess up. And besides, I kinda liked it." Kurt said, blushing. "Let's go to bed."
As Blaine followed his husband to the bed and pulled him into his arms, he felt Kurt relax into his embrace and curl up into him. And for once, Blaine could imagine that everything was normal, that he would wake up and figure out this was all just a bad dream. But that was too much to ask.
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