Author's note: For those of you that seem to want Blaine to get a beating, verbal or otherwise, from either Kurt or Dave, well, here it is. Because just to forewarn you, it's not going to happen in "Into the Light" – not in the way people seem to want anyway. And this turned out a bit angstier than I anticipated. Sorry.

One of his first acts the next day is to ring his dad. He still feels a sense of oddness, but it is starting to fade. His dad just lets out a relieved sigh when he tells him all his memories have returned. He also informs him that Dave said yes when he proposed, and his dad replies with a dry 'as if Dave would say anything else' that makes him laugh. Dave's called in to work, informed them that he's spending the day with Kurt because his memories have returned and left it at that. Kurt doesn't need to phone anyone else. Another day or two isn't going to hurt them.

Dave walks around the apartment in nothing but jeans and the half-finished shirt, and Kurt likes the fact that there are no buttons. It means he can run hands over his chest whenever the mood strikes him, which is quite regularly. It's as if his body and mind are both determined to make up for six months of restricted access. Dave isn't complaining, in fact he has a permanent grin on his face that makes Kurt bite his lip and smile each time he sees him. His body is aching, but it's the delicious ache of muscles overused during sex, not the tired drained feeling from over doing his physical therapy exercises.

"Hey my love…" He feels arms wrap around his waist and leans back into the warmth of Dave's body. He's not heard him call him that in what feels like forever. Dave isn't big on pet names or nicknames, and only when he's feeling ridiculously sentimental does he call him his love. His life. He's gotten that engraved that on the inside of their rings, which reminds him.

"Where are our rings?"

"Oh. On my keychain."

"What? David! They'll get all scuffed!" He turns in the circle of Dave's arms and Dave's free laughter makes him feel warm all over.

"I love you so much Kurt."

"Mmm. I love you too. Don't distract me about being annoyed."

Dave fishes around in his pocket, pulling out his keys and Kurt can't help a squeaky-gasp of horror as he watches Dave slide them off between the thinly pressed pieces of stainless steel.

"Relax Kurt, if I know you they're platinum…"

"It doesn't matter, it's the principle of the thing."

Dave's smiling as he slips the slightly smaller of the rings on to Kurt's ring finger and Kurt repeats the action, except the ring gets to Dave's knuckle and stops. He purses his lips and then takes Dave's finger into his mouth, tongue swirling around the finger joint to make it slippery. Dave's breath has caught and he can't help but press his body against Dave's. He sucks for longer than is probably necessary, and he can feel Dave pushing back against him and completely unintentionally it's turned into foreplay. He pulls back, leaving the fingers slippery and wet with his saliva, then tries pushing the ring on. With a small amount of force it's over the knuckle and nestled around the base of Dave's finger.

"Do that on our wedding day and your hopes of a romantic service are ruined."

"Mmm. Grooms with erections do tend to ruin the ambiance of love…"

"Come on, let's go back to bed."

He doesn't even consider arguing.

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A knock at the door wakes him up, and he doesn't know who it could possibly be, he's not expecting anyone. Kurt is still fast asleep beside him and he can't believe how happy he feels right now. He wants to run a finger over the ridge of his cheek bone, down the side of his face and over his still slightly-swollen lips, except he stops himself, because he doesn't want to wake him, and the knocking at the door has started again. Impatient, whoever they are. He pulls on his jeans and pads out of the room, quietly pulling the door closed before heading to the front door and opening it.

"Blaine." He smiles tightly.

"David. What are you doing here? Don't you have work? That's not exactly appropriate attire is it?"

Dave glances down at his bare chest and hides a smirk. He shrugs and then looks at the disapproving eyes. He doesn't care anymore. Knows Blaine isn't even the smallest threat to his life or happiness with Kurt. And Blaine doesn't know that Kurt has his memories back. All of them.

"I took the day off work."

"Hmpf. Well. I think Kurt would appreciate you putting on a shirt. We don't want to see big hairy chests you know."

Before, that kind of statement would have cut him. Now he sees through it. Sees a man trying to bring him down with snippy little hurtful comments, deliberately playing on any perceived weakness from him. Except he knows how much Kurt likes his chest, and his opinion is the only one that matters. He's nothing but amused now by Blaine's little show of faux superiority.

"Yeah. So what are you doing here?"

"I have a lunch date with Kurt."

"He's asleep right now."

"That's okay. I'll go wake him up."

Blaine moves to go past him and he presses a hand hard against his chest to stop him.

"Uh. No. He's resting. You don't get to wake him up just because you've turned up."

"But we have a lunch date…" His voice is whiney and grates against his nerves.

"You can wait until he wakes up. He's still recovering." From more than just the accident his mind adds, but he keeps quiet. He has years of ingrained habit of trying to not rile Blaine up or annoy him.

"He won't mind."

"That's because Kurt is too polite to say anything otherwise. I mind. You can leave him to rest. He's not going anywhere."

"He will be though. When he gets all his memories back he'll remember that he was on the verge of leaving you. He confided in me you know…"

Dave snorts in amusement, in the past he'd have tensed up, gotten angry, bitten something out about at least he had a job and then worried himself sick that Kurt was indeed thinking of leaving him. Now he just feels like laughing. He can tell his amusement annoys Blaine more than his previous anger and he can't help but revel in it a little. He knows differently now. Has the warm weight of a ring and a slightly bruised knuckle proving otherwise.

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He hasn't felt this angry in a long time. He has no idea how long Blaine has been talking to Dave like this, treating him like he isn't an important part of his life. The most important part. Hearing him talk to Dave like this floods him with recollections of the times Blaine has said similar things to Kurt. Slight and subtle comments, always negatively inclined. Undermining him and his self-confidence. Fuck. Five years. Dave has probably been dealing with these deliberate hurtful digs for five years and he's never said anything. He's heard it all. He'd woken as soon as Dave got out of bed and followed, not wanting to reveal himself, and then listening to their exchange with disbelief. He's furious. No one talks to Dave like that.

"Get out," he snaps, and both Dave and Blaine turn to him. Blaine is smiling and instead of smiling back he crosses his arms and glares. He can see Dave hiding a grin as he steps away from Blaine, hand lowering from stopping him from coming to wake Kurt up.

"Kurt! You're awake. Dave implied that you were resting."

"I was. I sleep better when he's in bed with me. Now get out."

"What? Why?"

"No one talks to my future husband like that. Especially not someone I used to consider a friend."

He sees Dave's surprised expression that quickly fades in to pleased delight. He's not sure what he's surprised about, that he's finally putting Blaine in his place, or the fact that he just called him his future husband.

"I…used to?"

"Yes. Amazing what an outside unbiased view gives me. I've put up with you for too long, for some reason thinking I had an obligation to remain your friend because of our history. You have always talked shit about Dave to me. And I let you. Not anymore."

"I'm sure he does the same, tells you little lies about me," Blaine hisses, and his face is distorted into an ugly sneer and Kurt feels like he is seeing him, really seeing him, for the first time.

"And you would be wrong. Dave has only ever once, once, said anything bad about you. And it was as banal as him simply saying he didn't like you. And I don't blame him. I don't even like you anymore Blaine. Spending time with you before was a chore, and you always dragged me down to whatever level of self pity you were feeling, making sly comments about my clothes, or job or how I was boring in bed. Life is too short for me to have someone in my life that is so emotionally draining."

Blaine is gaping at him, as if he doesn't recognise him or understand what he is saying.

"I can't believe you're saying this…we love each other. Best friends. Wait. You have your memory back. I don't think you remember everything…"

"Oh no, I do. I remember. Every time I rang you up with good news you would find some way to burst my balloon. My new job, you wished you had a job, and started moaning about no one wanting you. When I moved in with Dave, you complained about not having a boyfriend. Every single time something good has happened to me you've never once been happy for me, so excuse me if I don't consider you a friend."

The utterly crushed look on Blaine's face makes him feel slightly remorseful but he takes a deep breath and forces himself to hold strong. Everything he's said so far is true. Before the accident he'd always needed to build up his defences before spending time with Blaine, wishing he could spend time with him in the relaxed way they had as teenagers. Which is naïve, because they're not teenagers anymore. They have rent and bills and grocery shopping and chores. Kurt has continued to work hard, strived against all the naysayers to prove them wrong. Blaine had studied, something paid for by a college fund set up by his grandfather. Finding a continuous job that he didn't quit after two weeks has proved rare, and all Blaine has had to do is make a call to his dad to cover his rent. Kurt has resented that on more than one occasion, especially when Blaine would continue to complain about having no money.

"Blaine. I will always care about you. But I can't have you in my life anymore. Not until…not until you stop dragging everyone around you down. Dave has done nothing to you, and you still attack him, when you know what he means to me. So…get out."

The last words are said softly and when he feels wetness trickling down his face he swipes at it in surprise. Dave's arms around him before he even notices that he's crossed the room and he wraps his arms around him, suddenly feeling drained and exhausted. The last twelve hours have been exhausting, and he can't believe it's only been twelve hours because it feels like so much has happened. He doesn't realise he's shaking until Dave pretty much swings him up into his arms.

"Look, Blaine, he's exhausted. His memories only came back last night and he didn't get much sleep last night…I think you better go."

Ever polite Kurt muses, and he latches his arms around his neck. Normally he would complain about being held like this, that he's too heavy, but he's not as heavy as he used to be and he relishes the feel of Dave holding him like this. It feels wonderful. Safe. It feels like home.

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