Ok this chapter went a little differently than i meant for it to, but that's ok it's still most Kurt and Cooper talking so... There is talk of a bashing, though it isn't graphic, but be aware of that fact. I don't own anyone in this story. This is dedicated to Stormy and Pan, who impress and amaze me everyday. You both are beautiful people and I hope I can be half as compassionate and caring as you two.

Blaine found it absolutely impossible to fall asleep. He'd never been able to during the first night in a strange bed, plus it felt wrong being in this bed, it was Kurt's bed, well his and Kurt's bed, but Kurt wasn't there, so it felt empty. Which was odd considering Blaine couldn't remember a time when he had ever shared a bed with anyone.

Cooper was still there, Blaine was unsure where he would sleep, probably on the couch. After lunch, Blaine spent most of the day relatively quiet, watching as Kurt and Cooper interacted, they acted like brothers. Cooper included him as much as he could, of course, but he had missed so much, that it was ridiculous to think he felt like he fit in. So he sat quietly as Kurt and Cooper reminded him over and over that whether he remembered it or not, life had happened. They hadn't talked much about Kurt and Blaine as a couple, talking more about Cooper, which was fine with Blaine, he wasn't sure how he felt about the fact that his heart skipped a beat whenever their names were put together in a sentence. But it still hurt when Cooper would make Kurt laugh at something that happened five years ago, that Blaine wanted so much to remember, but he just couldn't.

He sighed angrily as he rolled over on the bed, this was insane. He threw the covers off his legs and started toward the kitchen, freezing when he heard voices. It was nearly 2am, what were they doing still awake, how was Kurt not exhausted?

"-Understand it," Kurt's voice said. "He wakes up to who he thinks in a stranger, only to find out he's married to said stranger and that he'd been attacked...again, oh and it's been twelve years. No, I get that it's frustrating, I just..." Kurt inhaled deeply, "I just wish he would look at me, you know?"

"You mean with that sickeningly adorable, lovestruck puppy look, that he hasn't lost in ten years?" Cooper asked, Blaine moved forward carefully, not wanting to draw attention to himself, but wanting to be able to see the two of them.

"Yes, that," Kurt agreed, "And the look he gives me when I'm being a drama queen, the look he gives me when he thinks I'm being cute, or sexy. The look he gives me when he's tired, or sad, or happy... None of them exist in this person," Kurt spat the word person like it was poisonous. "I have loved him since I laid eyes on him, and I still love him, even like this, I just wish he could see how much it hurts me," Kurt wiped his eyes and Blaine tried to make himself smaller at the visible pain on Kurt's face. Cooper already had his arms around Kurt's shoulders and he pulled him closer to him,

"He will, he will get his memory back and spend the next twelve years making all of this up to you." Kurt smiled sadly, but didn't reply so Cooper continued, "You two are that disgustingly sweet couple that everyone hates because they know they will never be like that." Blaine pressed his lips together, thinking of everything this was doing to Kurt, everything he was doing to Kurt. "And you have both been through far too much for this to do anything but make you two anything but even stronger," Blaine smiled at his brother's words, he was describing the love he'd always hoped to share with someone.

"How much can we go through without breaking though?" Kurt whispered leaning into his brother in law. Blaine flinched, he didn't remember Kurt, but that didn't sound so great either. Not that Blaine could blame him, it wasn't the easiest thing to handle, and he certainly hadn't made it easier.

"Don't talk like that," Cooper soothed as he rubbed Kurt's shoulders, "Blaine's heart would break if he could hear you say that."

"Well Blaine's not here is he?" it wasn't a snap, it sounded like pure heartbreak but that could have been because Kurt was too tired to be angry.

"You're right, that Blaine in there is not your husband," Cooper agreed. "But that's why you have me, Rachel, Finn and your dad, when you need us." Kurt groaned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes viciously,

"God, I wish it were that simple. Just call you or Dad when things get hard, but I am not 10 years old anymore. I live in the real world. And my husband is the one who needs somebody, and I said for better or worse, so... here I am. And I will be until Blaine files divorce papers." Cooper smiled, crinkling his nose, a trait that had been genetically passed by their mother, and he kissed Kurt's hair,

"Oh kid, I don't like to think about what would have happened if Blaine had married someone else." Kurt chuckled,

"Your best man speech wouldn't have been nearly as interesting." Cooper laughed,

"That speech should go in the United States Archives."

"Blaine didn't speak to you for a month, Coop." Kurt reminded him, a tone to his voice that Blaine really wanted to hear more of.

"He just didn't understand the point I was trying to make," Cooper claimed, Kurt just laughed.

"Oh he understood, but talking about walking in on us having sex in front of a room full of relatives... might not have been your best idea." Kurt smirked, "Personally I thought it was hilarious, but I'm just like that. I think if it hadn't been our wedding night, I would have slept on the couch for laughing with you." Cooper laughed,

"I don't think I have ever have I seen a couple so completely whipped by each other, it's usually one or the other, but both of you are trained like attack dogs." Kurt looked around exaggeratedly,

"And which one of us is getting laid every night?" Cooper shoved Kurt playfully but they were both laughing softly.

"Touché," Cooper said, smirking. Blaine got the feeling it was going to be a while, and not wanting to miss anything, he sat down on the floor, his legs criss crossed.

"Question," Kurt said, not waiting for Cooper to nod before beginning, "Did you ever have a hard time with Blaine being gay?" Blaine's heart sped up and he gulped hard as he waited for his brother's answer.

"No, why?" Cooper asked almost sounding insulted.

"Right after Blaine woke up, after he'd decided he hated me, he asked me how you were with all of this. Knowing you now, I am surprised he even had to ask that." Cooper sighed softly and Blaine's stomach dropped,

"My father."

"Ah," Kurt nodded.

"Dad had it so beaten into Blaine's head that if he wasn't exactly everything he wanted his sons to be, than we were failures and scum of the earth. I mean, he still treats us like that, but when Blaine was fourteen, and came out, woo. I still don't know where he got the guts, to this day,"

"He is made out of some seriously tough stuff." Kurt bragged on his husband, Cooper smiled,

"He'd have to be to put up with you."

"Fuck you," Kurt laughed, pushing Cooper's shoulder.

"No, but seriously, I would be in the closet if I were gay, what Blaine did took balls, he still won't tell me how Dad reacted."

He kicked the crap out of him," Kurt reported and Blaine gasped, he never wanted Cooper to know that, for the reason that Cooper was reacting then.

"WHAT? I AM GOING TO KILL THAT-," Kurt just looked up at him.

"Really?" Kurt raised his eyebrow, "It was 13 years ago, there is absolutely nothing you can do about, trust me, when I found out I asked my dad if he could pull some strings and get Mr. Anderson blacklisted and/or have him die mysteriously. And I honestly think he tried, but-" In that moment, Blaine didn't know what he loved more, that his brother cared that much or that he had married a person who had tried to have his father blacklisted over a bloody nose and some bruises. Cooper inhaled angrily but sat back on the couch,

"That bastard still won't admit that Blaine has made something amazing out of our screwed up raising. God forbid Blaine think Dad loves him, I am so glad he found you and your father, I don't want to think about what he'd done if he hadn't."

"Awww aren't you adorable when you're being all sweet and sappy," Kurt teased, but there was no missing the affection and gratuity in his eyes.

"Jerk," Cooper said with just as much love as Kurt had spoken with. They sat in a comfortable silence for a couple minutes before Kurt sighed heavily,

"I miss my husband."

"I know, I miss him too, but he'll be back, I don't think Blaine would risk your wrath if he didn't." Kurt chuckled quietly at Cooper but didn't seem to be any less upset. "What happened?" Cooper asked softly, almost as if he wanted to give Kurt the option of pretending he hadn't heard it. There was a moment of heavy stillness before Kurt spoke,

"We were walking home on 25th street. We'd gone out for a date night," Kurt looked down at his hands almost shyly. "I saw the guys, five of them, I saw them but didn't think anything of it, I can't count the number of times we have walked those blocks. Nothing had ever happened before, it's Manhattan, for god's sake." Kurt laid his head back on the couch, Cooper let his shoulders go only to move their sides closer together. "But when we walked back, we were talking and laughing and he said something cute, I don't even remember now, and I kissed him, we were pulling apart when we heard them yell "Fags" at us. We both kept walking, trying to pretend we hadn't heard them, but then one of them moved in front of us and said, "Hey we are talking to you." I don't remember what we said, it was all such a blur. I just remember two of them grabbed me and two of them grabbed him and then it's just a bunch of flashes of him getting kicked and punched. And then they-" Kurt's voice cracked horribly, but he continued, "kicked him in the head, it wasn't on purpose I don't think, they freaked out and ran right after they did it but... he wasn't moving." As Blaine listened he realized something, Kurt didn't remember, or at least hadn't said what happened to him. He claimed it was all a blur, but how do you not remember nearly getting your shoulders dislocated or getting kicked in the chest. "And i remember he kept screaming for me, and trying to get to me, but..." hiccuped sobs started to come out of Kurt's chest as he buried his face in his hands, even as he allowed Cooper to pull him into a hug.

"It wasn't your fault, Kurt, you know that don't you?"

"I couldn't help him," Kurt cried, "I tried, but I couldn't stop them." Cooper shushed him soothingly, only to have Kurt wrap his arms around Cooper's neck and practically wailing in pain.

"You're going to wake him up, Kurtsy," Cooper whispered and almost immediately all sounds coming from Kurt ended, even though he still had tears streaming down his cheeks. "And you didn't help him, because you were getting it just as bad as he was," Kurt shook his head not believing Cooper, but then Cooper grabbed Kurt's shirt and pulled it up. Kurt gasped at first at the action but once he saw what Cooper meant for him to see, he was quiet. Blaine couldn't take his eyes off Kurt's torso, just under Kurt's chest, where you can feel your ribcage part, was a deep, black and purple bruise. It was the size of a melon, it seemed to be barely healed, even two weeks later. There were several other bruises that were scattered on Kurt's chest and stomach, but they were almost all nearly healed, just a day or so away from being gone. But the bad bruise, if Blaine didn't know any better, he would say Kurt had just gotten it. "Do you remember that? Do you remember trying so hard to get to him that they kicked you in the chest? Did you know that if it had been an inch higher it would have killed you?" Kurt gulped hard, shaking his head,

"I don't remember." Blaine heard the words, but still couldn't make himself look away from the discoloration so vivid against the pale skin of his husband. Blaine blushed as his mind called Kurt that, even if that's what they were. Kurt's skin was beautiful, it looked smooth and flawless, despite the bruise. It reminded Blaine of a white porcelain vase his mother had-used to have, Blaine wasn't sure.

"Well it happened, you wouldn't stop trying to get to him so they slammed a knee into your chest. That's why you couldn't help him, that's why the police thought you were going to die before they could get you to the hospital." Blaine listened in horror, They thought Kurt was going to die? "I didn't tell Blaine that part," Cooper admitted.

"Good," Kurt murmured softly in reply, pulling his shirt back down to cover himself. "Not that he would care right now anyway, but when he gets him memory back, I don't want him to know that."

It didn't matter to Blaine that he didn't have his memory, he felt like he was going to vomit. Kurt. The angel that was beside him when he woke up, how had he treated him like he had, when all he had done was love Blaine so fiercely, that he'd nearly gotten killed. Blaine stood slowly, just in case they noticed him, and went back into the bedroom. He hadn't deserved what happened to him, but Kurt hadn't either, and Blaine had made him think that he hated him. Well he was going to fix that.

The next morning, Blaine set the alarm to wake him up before anyone else, though he wasn't sure when Kurt normally woke up, he knew if Cooper didn't have a reason to get up, he wouldn't. So Blaine set the clock to wake him up at 630, and he headed into the kitchen. Kurt was still asleep and Cooper was asleep on the couch, Blaine was thankful that not only was Cooper a heavy sleeper, but that kitchen was far enough away from the living room that Blaine could work without waking him up. He searched the fridge and found the ingredients he was looking for. Eggs, flour, blueberries, milk, which luckily was not spoiled, plus some bacon, he only hoped Kurt wasn't vegetarian. He had the bacon made and had fixed two pancakes when he heard Kurt inhale sharply. He turned to look at him and he couldn't hold back a soft smile. Kurt was adorable when he was sleepy, his eyes slightly droopy, his hair a complete mess, he was just the cutest.

"Uh-" Kurt began, looking away from Blaine quickly, only for his eyes to widen in surprise at the breakfast on the stove. "Oh, you didn't have to do that!" Kurt claimed, going forward carefully, sort of like Blaine imaged someone would approach a strange animal, unsure of whether it was friendly or mean.

"I know, but I felt like..." Blaine paused, was a simple apology and breakfast going to fix all the hurt he had caused this person? Probably not, but he had to start, "I owe you an apology. I shouldn't have treated you the way I have, and I'm sorry." Kurt blinked slowly before looking at what was on the stove,

"My favorite," he whispered. Blaine looked at him surprised, before looking back at the pancakes,

"Really?" he asked, his father had always hated his pancakes, but it was the only breakfast food he was good at cooking.

"Mmhmm, you make the best pancakes in the world, though, I don't know how good you were at it when you were 14," Kurt smiled almost playfully and Blaine blushed and smirked softly. Kurt inhaled deeply when Blaine looked away, gathering his thoughts and emotions as Blaine flipped the pancakes before turning back to him.

"I was hoping today that-" Blaine cut himself off, he wasn't sure if Cooper was sticking around or not.

"That what?" Kurt encouraged him, practically tiptoeing closer to him, though still keeping a large margin.

"I was thinking maybe if you told me about our life, maybe it would help me remember." Kurt nodded slowly, Blaine had said 'our life', he wanted to know about them.

"I can do that," Kurt agreed, smiling softly, his blue eyes shining with hope for the first time since Blaine first work up.

This also ended more abruptly than I would have liked, but I needed to ended so that the next chapter is more about them... please please review xoxo