OMG, while editing this chapter, my computer glitched and deleted the full thing. I tried to rewrite it exactly how it was but that had been difficult (especially since my computer is still glitching). I apparently hadn't saved the document in a while... Please let me know if anything in this chapter sounds weird or inorganic because the entire thing was written from memory.

I hope you enjoy!

Clarity

2014

"I'm really happy you convinced me to skip class today. It really was a spectacular day." Blaine mused from the kitchen where he was making snacks for their movie. "I was kind of getting worried that maybe you thought I was smothering you"

"I can't imagine ever feeling smothered by you." Kurt replied calmly as he started looking through his new phone looking for anything that might help him remember anything. but he didn't feel like he was forgetting anything. He felt like his knowledge was correct, but somehow his placement was wrong. Nothing about the phone, or even the apps or technology felt accessible to him.

"I can't believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you." Blaine continued. "I am the luckiest man on the planet."

"Blaine?" Kurt asked as he sat on the couch going through photos on his phone. He struggled to understand how Rachael had become tolerable enough to move to New York with, though stranger things had happened, he supposed. Like waking up one morning five years in the future in a different city with a beautiful stranger for a boyfriend who proudly wanted to walk through the city with him and show him off as if he wasn't ashamed or scared.

"Yes?" Blaine asked as he placed down a tray of movie snacks and took a seat next to Kurt. He supposed it shouldn't have surprised him, though it did, when Blaine immediately leaned his body into Kurt and rested his head on Kurts shoulder as he turned on a movie. Blaine then reached forward for a bowl of popcorn which he hugged to his chest as he started to eat it.

"I want to tell you something... but I don't really know how."

"You can tell me anything." Blaine mused, still focusing on the screen. Kurt wasn't sure if this was a sign of Blaines comfort, their casualness, or if Blaine was trying to make him feel more comfortable by letting him speak without feeling watched, but he thought he might have appreciated it.

"It will sound crazy... and I don't want to hurt your feelings."

He felt Blaine tense against his chest and finally sit up, deciding this was a conversation they might actually need to make eye contact for. Yes, this would have been easier if I didn't have to see his face when he decided I was crazy.

"I don't... remember you."

"What?" Blaine laughed, first humorously as if it were a joke, but then with more seriousness. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... I don't remember coming to New York. I don't remember going to NYADA. I don't remember graduating, or Carol and my dad getting married. I don't... remember meeting you."

Blaine didn't speak for a minute, and for the first time all day he didn't look like he could smile at any moment.

Kurt was worried for a moment, because even without really knowing Blaine, he wanted to and feared losing the relationship they'd apparently built.

"I don't get it." Blaine finally answered.

"It is what I sounds like!" Kurt tried. "I woke up this morning with no idea how I got here and I've been failing to figure it out ever since."

"Is this for an acting class?" Blaine wondered.

"No! I don't remember you." Kurt repeated in a slightly louder voice. "I don't remember this apartment, I don't feel comfortable being here, I want to go home, I want to see my dad again, I'm afraid of how I got here and I am scared of you!"

"Excellent!" Blaine praised. "I can really hear your fear. But might I suggest working on your dialogue a bit?"

"I have trusted you up to this point Blaine, but if you don't start explaining how I got here and why I remember nothing, I am going to call the police!" Kurt snapped.

He felt a sudden panic fill him once more as he waited for Blaine's reply. He really liked Blaine. He didn't doubt that he would willingly date him. How couldn't he? But the reality still remained that he was a stranger. He'd tried to get help from people he did know who might remember but they'd been of no real assistance. And he didn't want to hurt Blaines feelings, but he wasn't ready to be living on his own. He wasn't ready to have a boyfriend in New York who he woke up with every morning.

I'm 15. I should be at home and in high school. I should be dealing with bullies, not bills. Not without my dads help, anyways. I don't know where to buy food in this city. I don't know to do my taxes? Do I do taxes?

Finally, Blaine spoke but his voice carried more force than Kurt had heard from him, "That's really not funny, Kurt."

"I'm not joking!"

"What is that even supposed to mean? You don't remember me. We just spent the entire day together, did you forget that?"

"No, that I remember. I don't remember last night."

"So this is about something that happened last night." Blaine realized.

"No!" Kurt tried, "Or maybe... I'm being serious! I don't remember anything and it's really scaring me!"

"You know my name."

"I... looked it up in my phone."

Blaine rolled his eyes and stood up irritated. He paused the TV and started pacing around the room.

"Did you hit your head?" He demanded after a second.

"Not that I can tell."

"Have you been taking drugs?"

"I wouldn't think so." Kurt answered with uncertainty. "I would hope not."

"You spent the entire day with me." Blaine snapped. "It has been one of the best days we've had in a while. You're telling me that entire time you didn't know who I was?!"

"I know it sounds crazy, that's why I didn't want to tell you!" Kurt stated. "But imagine how this has felt for me! Today has been... one of the best days of my life. I can't imagine I could be any happier, but I woke up in a strangers bed with no memory of how I got there, it was chilling."

"It's your bed, actually." Blaine groaned mindlessly.

"What?"

"I mean, it's our bed, but it was your bed first."

The idea of this confused Kurt but he shook his head. His situation was confusing him.

"I called my dad, he certainly wasn't worried about me waking up in bed with you, though he didn't want to know the details. Then I called Mercedes who was too busy to pick up, and Finn must have changed his number because his line was disconnected."

"What did you just say?" Blaine asked suddenly.

"I called everyone I could think of to explain what had happened-"

"No, about Finn."

"Finn's phone number has been disconnected."

Blaine gave him an odd stare which made Kurt a little uncomfortable. He was evaluating Kurt before finally asking, "What is the last thing you remember?"

"I don't know...! Going to Bread Sticks last night." Kurt answered.

"What do you think the date is?" Blaine wondered.

"November 2009" Kurt answered easily.

"Is that why you've asked me the date about sixty times today?"

"Yes!"

Blaine hesitated and asked, "Did you really try to call Finn today?"

"Yes, three times." Kurt groaned. "I even asked Rachael for his new number but she just got mad at me."

"Kurt... alright. I'll believe you. But how did you forget everything?"

"How should I know?! You would be the person to ask, wouldn't you? If you're my... boyfriend."

"Fiance." Blaine corrected immediately.

"Is that legal?" Kurt answered before even thinking.

A wide smile appeared once more on Blaines face and Kurt thought it was one of the most breathtakingly beautiful things he'd ever seen. "Yes."

"No way." Kurt breathed.

Blaines ear to ear smile seemed to widen and he shook his head once in amusement. "I love you, Kurt."

Kurt sucked in a breath and gaped at Blaine who understood Kurts surprise after a few moments of consideration.

"Sorry." He shrugged, believing Kurt just a little more. Not that he had much doubt that something was wrong. Kurt wouldn't include Finn in some kind of joke. And he wouldn't pretend not to know he was gone. "I guess it's kind of strange to hear... Last night... I mean, you did hit your head a couple of times, we both did, but I don't think it would be hard enough that you'd lose your memory."

"How did we hit our heads?" Kurt asked and was answered with a suggestive nod from Kurt. "Oh... oh..."

"We do it a lot, Kurt." Blaine answered with a sly grin.

"I think I need to sit down." Kurt sat back deeper onto the couch, lying back a bit as if just sitting was too stressful.

"It's alright, though." Blaine promised, sounding a little amused, Kurt thought, as he moved towards him and lowered to his knees and his hands on Kurts legs, meaning for the touch to be supportive rather than seductive. "Because I love you and you love me, even if you don't remember. There's nothing dirty or wrong about it."

"I can't breathe." Kurt said. "I-I-I-I... I don't even know where to start."

"I was your first?" Blaine offered. The idea neither calmed Kurt nor made him feel less comfortable.

"When did we meet?" Kurt wondered. "How long have we...?"

A proud smile crossed Blaines face. "Four years. We met in 2009, we were friends first... You were my first love and I was yours."

Hearing more didn't make Kurt feel anymore comfortable. He didn't feel like he was forgetting anything. He didn't feel like he had anything to remember. He felt displaced. Like somehow he shouldn't be there.

"Were you my first kiss?" Kurt wondered because he didn't want to trouble Blaine with the internal panic he was feeling. Was he expected to sleep in the same bed as Blaine? A part of him knew he should want to- -not because he had any memory of knowing Blaine or wanting him, but because he was so beautiful and smart, talented, and kind. Anyone should be honored to share the privilege, but Kurt just didn't feel ready. He didn't feel like he was old enough to be in his body. It fit him weird. It was too tall and too uncomfortable, other than the greater amounts of sleep this version of him seemed to enjoy.

"I can be." Blaine decided. This regained Kurts attention.

"You can be?" Kurt inquired, "What does that even mean?"

"It means I can tell you, but I can never un-tell you."

Kurt swallowed something that felt hard in the back of his throat. Blaine tried to make a joke out of the topic, but Kurt could see the calculation deeper in his eyes. He didn't think it was something he should tell Kurt if he didn't know it already, but he also didn't want to lie.

Blaine spoke again before Kurt needed to, "I think we should go to the hospital."

"What are they going to do?" Kurt demanded.

"More than we will."

2009

Kurt had accepted his situation with a surprising amount of ease. It was rather easy if he just accepted his situation. Either I am in a coma, or I am in 2009... not much I can do about either.

Kurt had learned long ago how to be confidence enough to ignore bullies, and to have the courage to confront the one's he couldn't ignore, so he really didn't see a downside of enjoying a few more days of peace and quiet in his fathers house. It was nice not being expected to constantly entertain people. School was only a few hours a day and carried less of the stress than university by far. Except for the bullies but Kurt remembered every word and every touch so he knew he would survive that like it was just another memory.

He didn't have to worry about Santana and Rachael arguing about petty things in the apartment- -they only shot quick remarks to each other in class, or Sam barging in on his and Blaines personal space, or managing a band, or having Blaine constantly asking him what they were going to do next or what he wanted to eat or when he wanted to go to bed, or what their plans were for the day...

He was happy to have a few quiet, stress-free moments.

He figured he would wake up soon enough from his coma, or however he had gone back to 2009, the world would somehow correct it. He wondered for a short while if he was going to be stuck in some kind of loop when he constantly came back, grew up a bit, and five years later came back again. If that became a problem, he would just tell his dad or Blaine.

For now, there was no need to have anyone think that he was crazy.

"Kurt, I'm home!" Burt called from the kitchen.

"Kay, dad." Kurt replied but didn't move from his bed.

About ten minutes later Burt came down to see how he was because Kurt hadn't gone upstairs. Kurt thought it was nice to see is dad again, though 2009 Burt seemed a little less happy. It's alright. Just another year until he marries Carol. He wasn't miserable, he just didn't know what he was missing yet.

"Dad," Kurt asked suddenly just before Burt was going upstairs. "Do you believe in time travel?"

"No," Burt answered but then stopped and stood halfway up the stairs. "I don't know what scientists do all day. If they come up with a time machine, it would be cool for movies and all, but we'd really find a way to mess things up."

"Hm"

"Why do you ask?"

"I'm reading a book." Kurt answered calmly.

"Is that what has you all mellow?"

"Mellow." Kurt breathed the word to himself.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He wondered.

"Yeah, dad." Kurt answered. Burt accepted this, though he was still a little skeptical, and went back upstairs saying, "Dinner will be ready in an hour."

Kurt rolled to his side and felt a sudden desire to see Blaine beside him. He brushed that off quickly, though, reminding himself that this was his alone time and he would see Blaine soon enough.

He decided to close his eyes and relax.

The morning was welcomed except being woken up before 7am by his alarm clock to get to school.

Some vacation this is, Kurt grumbled to himself mentally. He looked in the mirror and jumped back. He'd almost forgotten what he used to look like. And his current situation. Waking up in it made it feel more real- -since he could still remember the night before.

He pulled on his face a little, turning himself in different directions as he examined himself to the best of his ability. He wasn't sure how much he liked being in his old body. Not that it had anything to do with his appearance. He felt shorter, small, more cramped. He'd gotten used to his body after puberty had finished and he was back to the beginning again.

"I'm not looking forward to this again." He mumbled.