Ok this story went on an emotional rollercoaster, both during the drafting and the final. I still don't own anyone. I hope you like this. The next chapter will be longer… I think. Much love to my neverland angels xoxoxo

Burt looked between them, Blaine's face contorted in a mixture of fear, hurt, and anger, while Kurt just looked angry.

"Dad," he growled, shaking his head, looking at Blaine. "I was going to tell you, I just thought it would be a lot to take in considering you just met me," Kurt replied.

"Just met-?" Burt began, but Kurt interrupted,

"He doesn't remember anything past the Sadie's Hawkins dance." Burt gasped,

"Oh God," Burt looked at Kurt,

"What happened?" Blaine voice was sharper than Burt had heard it in a very long time, Kurt knew he hadn't had to use it in years because he hadn't need to put that mask up in so long. Kurt sighed softly,

"We were walking home just talking and I leaned in and we kissed and next thing I know-"

"Why would you kiss me where people could see?" Blaine hissed angrily, taking every word Kurt had prepared to explain out of his throat. "In public, don't you know what a stupid thing that was to do?" Burt opened his mouth but Kurt quickly stopped him,

"Blaine, this isn't Lima in 2008, we're in New York 2020, we act that way all the time, we just kissed in front of the wrong people. There is nothing wrong with what we did," Kurt claimed.

"Apparently there is," Blaine bit, Kurt inhaled deeply, knowing that this was a lot to handle, still he wasn't used to Blaine speaking to him this way. "You could have gotten us killed," Kurt swallowed hard, but it was too late, the lump was already there and the tears were already stinging the corners of his eyes. Kurt knew his Blaine would never say that, his Blaine would have said 'screw um,' and pulled him down into a kiss until Kurt didn't blame himself anymore. But this wasn't his Blaine, this was a boy who had been attacked and bullied and rejected for being himself, and Kurt could nothing more than ache for his husband to return.

"Blaine, please understand…" his voice was cracking and hoarse as he tried to explain, but Blaine just shook his head,

"Can you leave me alone, please." Blaine cut him off, looking down at his hands.

"Blaine, I-" Blaine's face jerked up to look up at him,

"LEAVE!" Kurt nearly jumped back, Blaine didn't yell at him, he was the yeller in the couple. Blaine changed the tone of his voice when he was angry or hurt, not the level of it. Burt gently took Kurt's arm and started leading him out of the room,

"I'll be…" Kurt paused, looking desperately at the fourteen year old minded version of his lover, "If you need anything, I'll be in the waiting room." Kurt turned back to leave when Blaine called him back,

"Kurt," his voice was quieter and almost shy and Kurt looked back at him readily. Blaine met his eyes, they were scared and upset, "Do you know where Cooper is now? Is he… okay with…" he motioned to himself and then half-heartedly at Kurt, "This." Kurt stared at Blaine, had his Blaine ever doubted that Cooper loved him? Had the physically fourteen year old Blaine wondered how Cooper would react to his coming out? Blaine was Cooper's favorite person in the entire world; it had always been that way.

"He's been calling every day to check on you," Kurt almost said 'us' but he didn't want to upset Blaine further. "I'll call him,"

"Good." Blaine replied shortly, looking back down at his hands. Kurt wanted nothing more than to grab his face and force him to look at him, but that might not be the best idea. Instead he just pressed his lips together and motioned for his father to follow him out of the room. Once they got to the waiting room, Kurt pulled in a shaky breath, Burt gently put his hand on Kurt's shoulder,

"Are you ok, kid?" Kurt shook his head and buried his face in Burt's neck, whimpering out sobs,

"What was I thinking? I saw those guys, I saw them, but I kissed him anyway." Kurt cried as he clung to his father, Burt rubbed his back comfortingly,

"And he kissed you back." Kurt's cries softened and he murmured questioningly and Burt pushed him back to look into his face.

"You kiss him and your husband kissed you back, and you were right, you weren't doing anything wrong." Kurt inhaled a trembling breath as Burt wiped his face with his thumb only for the tears to run over Burt's hands.

"Blaine would disagree with you," Kurt muttered, but Burt shook his head,

"Blaine thinks he is a fourteen year old boy who is from Ohio who remembers that when he tried to be himself, he got the shit kicked out of him."

"Again…" Kurt whispered. "I begged them to stop," Kurt whimpered, "I begged them. They just laughed, and called me a fairy" Burt flinched, that wasn't the worst F word the boys could have been called, but he hated it as well. "I would have done anything they wanted, anything, if they would just stop kicking him." Burt held a sobbing Kurt against him tightly as he lowered them onto the couch. "I thought they were going to kill him, and I couldn't do anything about it, they wouldn't listen." Burt knew the reason Kurt couldn't do anything was that he was getting just as beaten as bad Blaine had been, but he knew there was nothing he could say to convince Kurt of that fact. They had kicked Blaine in the head, whether accidently or on purpose, neither Hummel knew, but since they hadn't done it to Kurt and the men had ran in a panic when Blaine went completely limp, told them that it probably wasn't the plan to take it that far. Burt knew that Kurt was already mad at himself and worried about Blaine beyond the emotional capability of even his normally extraordinarily strong self, but he hated to see Kurt so broken and desperate. "I wouldn't blame him if he didn't forgive me, even if he does remember," Kurt said softly, though the tears had ended, it would seem that the self-deprecation hadn't.

"If that's what you think of your husband, you never should have married him," Kurt pulled back, slightly surprised, and partly hurt.

"When he gets his memory back, he will blame himself so much more, and you know it." Kurt sighed tired, but couldn't debate him, " And he will remember, Kurt, and when he does you are going to have to convince him you don't hate him for what he just said in there." Kurt closed his eyes, he knew his dad was right,

"I need to call Coop." Burt nodded,

"Want me to go check on Blaine?" Kurt paused, biting on his bottom lip before nodding,

"Thanks."

Blaine knew he had taken his feeling out on someone who didn't deserve it. Kurt had been nothing but comforting and kind to him since he opened his eyes twelve years in the future, with a man he'd never seen before, or at least a man he couldn't remember every meeting before. A man who claimed to be his husband, who smiled at him like he loved him, who seemed to want nothing more than to make Blaine feel better, but Blaine didn't want to feel better. Blaine just wanted to scream, he wanted his brother, he wanted to look at a person he'd supposedly married and recognize him. He wanted to either remember his life or he wanted to be in a fourteen year old body again. This body felt more comfortable than he remembered his teenage one being, but that one was more familiar, and if he had to think like a fourteen year old, he wanted to at least look like one. This body seemed to know something was wrong, it seemed to be aching for something in particular, and Blaine had no idea what.

"Is the dragon back in the cave?" Kurt father's stuck his head in the door, and guilt filled Blaine, he'd been so vile to this man's son in front of him, how could he look so amiably toward him? Shouldn't he hate the boy who had made his son gay (as his own father would claim Zach had made him) and who wasn't good enough for Kurt?

"You're Kurt's father?" Blaine asked shyly, wondering if he was about to get yelled out, not that he hadn't earned it.

"That's me," Kurt's father agreed, entering the room more fully. "Might as well be yours too, you spent more time at my house since you were 16 until you headed off to college too, than you did with your parents." Kurt's father smiled, though it was sort of sad. "I'm Burt, call me Burt," Burt commanded and Blaine nodded, fully intimidated by this person, whether or not that was supposed to be the case.

"Hi, Mr. Burt," Burt shook his head but chuckled,

"Too polite for your own good, kiddo." Blaine looked at him confused and he smiled and pulled up a chair next to Blaine, Blaine shifted away slightly, not knowing how to take him. "I was hoping since you couldn't remember when you met me you'd call me Burt, I think 10 years is long enough for you to drop the Mister, but apparently it was engrained in you."

"You don't hate me?" Blaine asked softly, licking his lips, nervously, something else that hadn't changed.

"Why would I hate you? You're like my third son," Blaine eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "I consider you my son anyway, regardless of the incestualist implication, that's what Kurt calls it," Burt said laughing. Blaine couldn't stop himself as he too grinned. "Ah! There it is," Burt said, smirking, Blaine looked at him unsure, "I knew that smile was in there somewhere." Blaine smiled again and blushed as he looked down at his hands. After a moment of quiet, Burt letting Blaine gather his thoughts, knowing he was about to say something.

"So we're close?" Blaine asked bashfully, Burt chuckled lightly, putting his hand on Blaine's knee, ignoring when he tensed slightly.

"You lived with us for a year, I swear, Carole, my wife, loves you more than she loves Kurt and her biological son, Finn, you'll meet him later. His wife…Rachel," Burt shook his head, but Blaine could see the affection, "She's Kurt's best friend and a lot to get used to, but you can handle Kurt so she shouldn't be a problem."

"Handle Kurt? He seems really quiet to me," suddenly clear pain flashed in Burt's face and he grabbed Blaine's hand.

"Kurt is one of the strongest, bravest, driven, stubborn persons you will ever know, you love that about him, but since you've been in the hospital he's… he's a different person." Blaine sighed softly,

"I wish I could remember." Burt nodded in agreement,

"Me too, BB, me too." Blaine stared at Burt when he used that name and Burt smirked,

"Cooper called you that in front of Kurt he asked what it stood for, he calls you that when he wants you to know how much he loves you, and I picked it up from him, Carole calls you BB too," Blaine blushed once more and Burt smirked.

"Blaine," the first voice he'd heard when he woke up murmured into the room and Blaine's head snapped towards it. His eyes were red, and his skin was blotchy and his eyes were full of uncertainty and Blaine's heart broke, for some reason he knew Kurt should never wear that expression around him. When Blaine didn't answer Kurt walked in a little further, "Cooper will get here day after tomorrow, something came up at his work that he couldn't put off, he feels really bad, but, he's the boss, nothing runs without him."

"I hope you didn't tell him that, the boy's got a big enough head as it is," Burt asked, Blaine could hear the teasing and Kurt smirked,

"No, that was for your ears only." It was becoming clear to Blaine that he and Cooper were members of this family. The way Kurt talked about Cooper told Blaine they were close, close enough to joke about Cooper and close enough for Burt to know Cooper well. "How are you feeling?" Kurt asked, concern leaking through even through the hesitation.

"I'm fine." Kurt shook his head,

"It's been a long day," understatement of the century. Well it may have been, Blaine couldn't remember.

"Mr. Anderson-Hummel," the doctor greeted, Kurt stayed back out of the way, still looking nervous and dejected.

"Yes," Blaine nodded, noticing how Kurt's eyes lit up slightly at that acknowledgement.

"Other than your memory your body is recovering nicely, you can go home tomorrow," the doctor stated as he looked at the chart.

"Already?" Kurt asked, "He just woke up from a nearly two week long coma!"

"I can speak for myself," Blaine bit, regretting it once Kurt flinched and nodded apologetically.

"Your body is healed, other than superficial bruises and cuts, but nothing that won't heal in a week or so. You brain seems to be fine,

"Other than the fact that he can't remember 12 years of his life," Kurt retorted, slight anger in his voice. Blaine looked at him, but this time, Kurt just looked at the doctor expectantly.

"I know it may seem like that is something more time in the hospital can fix, but the best thing for him might just to be go back to a place that is familiar to him, to 26 year old him."

"Him is right here," Blaine growled,

"I'm sorry, but considering your state of mind, your husband will have to make the decisions."

"I'm not an invalid, I'm just… fourteen," Blaine sighed angrily, folding his arms over his chest.

"You think taking him home would be best? There's not chance he'll get worse?" Kurt asked quietly, the doctor shook his head,

"No, he's as bad as he'll get."

"That's a relief," Blaine bit but Burt raised an eyebrow and he looked back down at his hands, Burt was right, he was acting like a jerk.

"Thank you, doctor," Kurt said, nodding politely as the doctor left the room.

"I am not a child, Kurt," Blaine said angrily,

"Could have fooled me," Burt replied, but Kurt sighed softly.

"I know you're not, but for now, just let me help you, please," he pleaded. Blaine glared at him before rolling over onto his side, facing away from the Hummel men and pouting like a proper teenager. He heard Kurt let out a sound close to a whimper and he was sure he was about to cry, but Blaine couldn't bring himself to apologize, he was sick, and scared, and he just wanted to be alone. It's how it always was, how Blaine liked it. Of course, if only he could convince himself to believe that himself, maybe someone else would believe it too.

Love Burt. Love him a lot. Please review if you love Burt. Cooper… should be in the next chapter, but I make no guarantees. Reviews are like crack, support my addiction.