A/N:Wow, I didn't mean to update so soon but procrastinating over my essays and all the alerts for this really motivated me. I hope you like it and if there are any grammar/ syntax that's off please let me know, I'm trying my best but I know some things can slip through the cracks. x

Also, apart from watching Grey's Anatomy, I have no medical knowledge at all so if anything seems ridiculous let me know! I'm also assuming that they were both in the same year in high school.

Chapter 2

Kurt sat in the chair next to Blaine's bed, his hand grasped Blaine's lifeless one, careful to avoid all the wires and tubes coming out of him. The nurses said the anaesthesia would be wearing off soon so Kurt was just waiting for his boyfriend to open his eyes. His stomach clenched with the thought of possible brain damage, of all this waiting. He just wanted him to be okay, to be able to go home and curl up against him and sleep, to have lazy Sundays in bed. He just wanted to be able to turn back time and, god, stop Blaine from leaving so late, tell him to stay the night; he could wait one extra night to see him. Tell him how much he loved him. Suddenly Blaine's hand twitched, bringing Kurt's attention back to the present. His lids flickered open, revealing hazel eyes that blinked against the light.

"Hey," Kurt said softly, leaning forward, "hey sweetie, how are you feeling?"

Blaine looked at him, clearly confused before groaning in pain and removing his hand from Kurt's. "Hold on, I'll get the doctor."

Dr. Vermont was quick in answering her page, entering the room, "oh good, you're awake. Blaine, I'm Dr. Vermont, you're in Saint Christian's hospital in New York, you were in a car accident, you had a dislocated hip and have three broken ribs which is why you're having some trouble breathing, you also sustained serious head trauma which we tried to correct with surgery; however there may be some lasting effects from the trauma. Can you answer a few questions for me?" She flashed a light in Blaine's eyes and checked his vitals.

"Y...Yeah," Blaine croaked.

What do you last remember?"

"Driving to school."

"Where do you go to school?"

"I'm a junior at Dalton Academy." Kurts eyes widened as the implications of Blaine's words formed in his words. No, no, no, no.

"Okay, can you tell me how old you are?"

"Six... sixteen, I'm sixteen." Kurt snapped his neck around to look at the doctor, clearly alarmed. Blaine was 24 this June.

"What's going on? Blaine? You're not sixteen, sweetie. Blaine?" said Kurt, stroking Blaine's jaw, causing him to jerk away from his touch.

"Who are you?"

Kurt never thought that one question could hurt so much. But when Blaine uttered those words, he felt his stomach drop. "It's Kurt. I'm Kurt. Don't you remember me?" he could feel tears rushing to his eyes but refused to acknowledge them

"I'm sorry but I don't know you. Maybe you have the wrong room?" Blaine turned to Dr. Vermont "I assume my father will be on his way to see me, please send him in when he gets here." Oh great, so not only could he not remember his boyfriend of six years but he had reverted back to dapper, prep school Blaine. A Blaine Kurt hadn't seen since he took of his Dalton blazer for the last time. All the years they had spent together suddenly amounted to nothing. He knew it wasn't Blaine's fault but shit. How could he not know who he was? Kurt looked to Dr. Vermont, his eyes asking a million questions. He felt his heart start to race again and suddenly it was hard to breathe.

"Okay, Kurt, you need to calm down, you need to breath. Slow, deep breathes or you'll start to hyperventilate." Said Dr. Vermont, moving around to where Kurt sat. "This level of confusion is completely normal for someone suffering a brain injury; maybe you should get yourself a cup of coffee while I finish my exam." Kurt was vaguely aware of his legs moving and tried to see clearly enough to make his way out of the room and into the waiting room.

After completing some tests Dr. Vermont walked over to where Kurt sat in the waiting room and if Kurt wasn't feeling like his heart had just been ripped out of his chest he might of remarked on the style of her shoes.

"The tests show no signs of permanent brain damage, however there is no way of knowing if his amnesia is temporary or permanent, "Dr. Vermont began, "it could disappear in a matter of hours or weeks. But it could also be a permanent injury, you need to prepare yourself for the possible implications this may have for the future" The thought that Blaine couldn't remember him filled him with dread, the thought that he may never remember him? He couldn't even think about that. He let a few small tears escape before looking up at the doctor again.

"We have very attentive nursing staff if you want to go home, I understand how difficult this must be for you" Dr Vermont continued.

"No."

He could never leave Blaine, not ever.

...

Their perfectly tailored suits matched, not that Blaine took any care, his eyes were red and his hair chaotic when he knocked on Kurt's dorm room.

"Hey, you ready? He asked when Kurt opened the door.

"Yeah, let me just grab my..." he broke off when he noticed Blaine's appearance, "Oh, Blaine, come here." Pulling Blaine into his room he hugged him as tight as he was able, physically trying to ingrain into Blaine's memory that he was here. He would always be here.

"Can you..." Blaine started when Kurt finally released him; he looked at the floor, a little embarrassed. "Could you fix my hair, please? I... I want to look nice for him."

"Of course," he agreed, leading him over to the mirror. Silently pleased he was allowed to tame Blaine's curly mop and equally saddened by the fact that Blaine still wanted to impress his dad, even after death. He gently and lightly gelled back the curls so they didn't frizz and pressed a kiss to each side of Blaine's temple. "We should go."

They stood over the now filled grave, tears were silently falling down Blaine's face and his shoulders were shaking with suppressed grief. Kurt could tell that he was seconds away from breaking down entirely and led him away from the rest of the mourners, leading them underneath a shady tree whose branches draped downwards, creating a canopy and a dark, secluded area underneath.

"Are you okay?" Kurt knew this was a stupid question to ask, of course he wasn't okay, Kurt knew how much a parent's death could affect someone, but words didn't come easily to him, not while seeing his boyfriend so overcome by grief.

"I just... I miss him," Blaine replied before dissolving into sobs.

"I know," Kurt said before embracing him. Mr. Anderson was a good man, although he took some time in accepting Blaine for who he was, after a few stern words from Burt Hummel, he made it up to Blaine and had been an integral part of his life.

Blaine looked up from where his face was nuzzled into Kurt's neck, his eyes filled with a sudden clarity. "Don't leave me," he said shakily, "Don't ever leave me Kurt" he shook his head when Kurt started to speak, "No! Listen, when we're done here, we... we can go back to New York, and we can get married, Kurt I want to be with you forever. We'll have babies and a mortgage. Kurt you can't leave me Kurt. You can't leave me. Please don't leave me" Blaine was slowly getting more hysterical so Kurt shut him off with a hard kiss.

"Shhh... it's okay, darling, calm down. I'm never going to leave you. We're a team, you and I and we'll be together forever and ever." The more pessimistic side of Kurt's mind that silently thought of all the things that could come between them was silenced as Blaine stopped rambling and seemed to calm down, now leaning heavily on Kurt who moved them so they were sitting on the ground with Blaine's head on his chest. He kept softly reaffirming his love for Blaine and stroked his hair until he stopped crying.

"So..." Kurt started, attempting to lighten the mood, "Marriage huh?" He knew Blaine well enough to not take things he says when he's upset too seriously but was surprised when Blaine lifted his head and looked at him dry eyed.

"Well... This is hardly how I planned to propose."

What! You were going to propose!" Kurt was shocked, and adrenaline shot through his body, making him giddy.

"Well, uh, yeah sort of. Would you have said yes?" Blaine's vulnerability showed as he anxiously awaited Kurt's answer, his eyes fell to the floor.

"Are you kidding me? Of course I want to marry you. I love you more than Alexander Mc Queen's new collection, and you know that that's saying something." Kurt replied, relieved to find some of the old Blaine in the grin that graced his face. Blaine moved in and connected their lips, but before he could deepen the kiss Kurt pulled away.

"I love you, but we shouldn't make important decisions when we're this emotional. Blaine you just lost your dad and you can't be thinking too clearly. This is going to take time to get over and I'm going to be here every step of the way, you know that."

"What are you saying? Now you don't want to marry me?"

"What! No. I want to marry you. I just think that we should wait until we're both a bit more emotionally stable, as it were; to make sure were making the right decision. To get engaged now, it would be like... taking advantage of you or something."

"I know I'm making the right decision, I love you." Now Blaine was bringing out the puppy eyes, oh god, he wasn't making this easy on Kurt.

"I'm glad, but all the same. When you feel better, when all this doesn't feel like the end of the world whether it be months, or years from now, ask me again, I promise I'll say yes and then we will get engaged and married and have babies and a mortgage, okay?"

"Mm... okay." Blaine knew were Kurt was coming from, he just needed Kurt like he needed air at the moment and he needed every reassurance that Kurt wouldn't leave him like this and that Kurt knew he would never leave him. "Kurt... will you... will you come say goodbye to him with me? I don't know if I can do it on my own."

"Of course,"

I'm always going to be here for you.

I'll never say goodbye to you.