IT'S BAAAAAAACK. I'm sorry for the...three month long hiatus? I dunno...it's just life got in the way y'know? I could give you all the excuses about school, and how my computer got destroyed in a flood, but you guys are here for the story. When we last left off, Kurt had just had a flash of remembering Jeremiah...

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"What else do you remember? "

Kurt blinked and slowly relaxed a bit. "I remember Valentine's day. I also remember that when I was small, my dad would have tea parties with me." Kurt smiled. "He was so awkward. I tried to teach him proper etiquette."

"Is that all?"

Kurt hesitated before answering. "Yes. Everything else is just…gone."

Blaine nodded and moved closer to the taller boy. "It'll all come back sooner or later." He assured him.

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The boys spent the rest of the night doing pretty much what they'd assured Burt it would consist of: watching Disney movies and eating their weight in popcorn and Gummi Worms. Blaine made sure to sneak in one or two kisses, but nothing more. He promises!

They made it through Aladdin, Sleeping Beauty, and The Lion King before Kurt asked a serious question.

"Blaine?"

"Hm…Yeah Kurt?" Blaine looks away from Ariel stumbling on her new legs.

Kurt pauses. "How long did you say we were dating again?"

"Almost a year. Why?" the boy's interest is piqued even though he's almost sure where this conversation is going.

"And how far have we…gone?" Kurt blushes madly at his own question.

"Uh…" Blaine stifles a laugh at Kurt's sensitivity towards the subject. He really had lost his memory. "We've gotten…far."

"How far?"

"You gave me a blowjob for my birthday in June."

Oh…well that was news to him. Kurt Hummel gave his boyfriend a blowjob. Huh. Brand new information. Losing your memory sucks (no pun intended).

Blaine could practically feel the awkward coming from Kurt in waves. He imagined that if he squinted hard enough, he might even be able to see it as well.

Apparently, the universe must've been having a field day with these two and decided this was the perfect time for Burt and Carole to arrive home from dinner. Kurt immediately sprung up to greet his father and stepmother.

"Dad, Carole! How was the dinner?"

Burt laughed. It was the kind that made his eyes crinkle and his entire body shake. "It was fantastic, kiddo. Carole and I went to this amazing restaurant and the waitress there was so nice. What was her name again?"

"I think it wan Mandy or something, sweetheart." Carole responded, wrapping her arm around her husband.

"It was Manny, Mrs. Hummel. The ginger?" Carole nodded. "Yeah, she was our waitress when Kurt and I went there last. She complimented Kurt's scarf." Blaine looked to Kurt, his gaze tainted by something close to sadness.

"Well, I'm sure she was nice if she has such good taste in clothes!" Kurt giggled and everyone followed suit. Kurt's laugh has always been contagious, ever since he was a tiny baby. It was good to be home again.

"Boys, I think it's time for all of us to get to sleep. I have something…special planned for tomorrow." Carole said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Just…separate rooms, okay boys?"

"Dad, I just got home from the hospital after a near-death experience. Sex is the last thing on my mind. I just want to sleep." Kurt was only half joking. He felt like he was about to pass out if he didn't get some shut-eye soon.

"G'night Mr. Hummel, Mrs. Hummel," Blaine nodded at both of Kurt's parents. "Kurt." Blaine added a well hidden wink.

"Night boys."

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Kurt was fighting. He was fighting so hard, but he couldn't get away. All he wanted to do was get to the other side of the alley. Is that too much to ask? These things kept holding him down while they hit him. Striking him, choking him, kicking him. Kurt feels like he's drowning. He knows he's not underwater, but he's wet. It's blood, but who's? His shoulder is in agony. Why? Why won't these things leave him alone? They can't be people. People, even really awful ones, have to have enough compassion to realize Kurt can't take much more of this. He hears his name, a slightly muffled cry, cracking in the middle of the single syllable, coming from the other side of the alleyway. He pushes, writhes, kicks out with all his might, but one last shove sends the porcelain angle headfirst into the wall behind him. He can't breathe. He can't hear. He can barely see. He can't even muster enough strength to scream anymore. The last thing he sees is a curly mess of dark hair surrounded by red and blue lights. He just wants the pain to stop.

And then it does.

Kurt suddenly wakes up with tears streaming down his cheeks and his clothes drenched with sweat. What the Hell? He was just getting the living crap beaten out of him and now he's…where is he anyway?

Oh. Right. He's in his bed. There's a start. He still can't breathe quite right though. And he's pretty sure he's crying right now, but he knows how to fix that. Well, he knows someone who can fix that.

Kurt struggles with the blankets for a minute; He must've been thrashing around because of that nightmare. It didn't feel like a nightmare though. Everything felt real. He could feel that crushing blows, taste his own blood, and hear his name being called along with his own screams. There weren't any tell-tale signs it was a dream either. No flying trashcans or mirrors that didn't show his own reflection. Hm…must've been the pain meds.

He finally sprung free of his blanket-induced prison and flopped on the floor (totally a planned thing. Kurt Hummel did not fall out of bed). He slowly made his way upstairs, his feet making virtually zero sound on the plush carpeting. Reaching the top of the stairs, he could see the guest bedroom where Blaine was staying. It was easy to distinguish from the other rooms because the door was red. That's what Blaine told him whilst giving him the 'grand tour'. Kurt still found it odd that his boyfriend gave him a tour of his own house.

A sliver of light, possibly from a desk lamp, shone through the crack in the door. It only got larger when Kurt began to push it open. Wait, shouldn't he knock first? What if Blaine fell asleep with the light on? What if he was awake and didn't want to see him? Oh the door's already open…how did that happen? Blaine's staring at him. How long had he been standing there? Blaine's saying something. Wow…his hair looks really good all mussed and curly like that…

"-urt. Kurt!"

"Hm…?"

"You look like you just saw someone eat a puppy."

"Huh? Oh yeah. I had a nightmare. I require hugs."

Blaine spreads open his arms and enveloped Kurt in one of the tightest, most comforting hugs he's ever given. He smells like sandalwood and cinnamon. Kurt didn't think he liked sandalwood. He was wrong.

"Shhh…shh…don't cry. When you cry, it makes me cry." Blaine cooed and rubs small circles in Kurt's back.

With every sob, Blaine's heart broke into smaller and smaller pieces. It's not that Kurt isn't tough, because he is. It's that he came to Blaine for comfort even though he'd only 'known' him for about a week. He'd only found out they were boyfriends earlier that night, yet he trusted him completely. It must've been some nightmare.

When Kurt's sobs died down enough for him to speak, Blaine finally asked him about his dream.

"It was, hic, horrible," he began, "I was in an alley and these things kept hitting me and hurting me. I, hic, kept telling them to stop, please stop, but they wouldn't, hic, listen. There was a loud bang and my shoulder hurt. It hurt so much Blaine. I was so scared. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't hear. I just knew I had to get to the other side of the alley. Something was over there that would make everything okay, but they wouldn't let me go. They shoved me into a wall and the pain stopped. I saw something beautiful; there was this person above me surrounded by lights. At first I thought they were and angel, but of course that can't be true. Angels aren't real. That person was definitely real. Then I woke up and found you."

Somewhere between the beginning and middle of the retelling of Kurt's dream, the boys found themselves on Blaine's bed. The younger of the two was crying as well, in sympathy for his boyfriend. Neither of them could remember when the other fell asleep, but they both knew it was inevitable. So did Burt Hummel.

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Burt found the two teens when he was on his way to the kitchen. He could hardly tell where Kurt ended and Blaine began, they were so entangled. He thought about waking them, Kurt had disobeyed him directly, after all. Then he saw that his son's face was tear-stained and they both looked so happy together. He'd let it slide just this once. Burt's stomach growled and he pulled the door closed on his way out of the room. Remembering why he was there in the first place, he made his way towards the kitchen. A piece of toast sounded really good right about now.

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