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"Thank you somuch, Coop," Kurt whispered into his brother in law's shoulder.

"Promise me you'll call me if you need me, I hate leaving you alone to deal with this," Cooper replied, pulling away to look at Kurt, before looking past him to see Blaine.

"I've dealt with him for years, i can do it for a few more," Kurt smiled at Blaine who smiled shyly back. Kurt had awoken to the smells of Blaine's pancakes and he had thought for a moment that the attack and the memory loss had been a nightmare and he was about to go to find his husband, shirtless and singing in the kitchen like he usually did on their mornings off. While he had found Blaine in the kitchen, it wasn't his husband, and his heart broke again as he remember not only did Blaine blame him, but there would be no sleepy morning greeting and kisses. Then Blaine had surprised him and apologized and the pancakes were as delicious as they had always been. Kurt decided, at Blaine's request of them talking, that it would be all right for Cooper to leave and give them a chance to talk, and Kurt desperately hoped that talking about it would jog Blaine's memories.

"I know, just know I'm gonna stick around the city for a bit, I've been needing to head into the office here anyway,"

"Thanks." Cooper then pulled Blaine into a hug, lifting him off the ground, causing Blaine to groan, but he laughed softly.

"You're mean to Kurt again, and I will come back and lock you in a cellar until you remember everything." Blaine pulled back surprised before looking at Kurt who was shaking his head,

"Was he this protective of me when we first started dating?" Blaine asked, but Kurt and Cooper met eyes and chuckled,

"No, he's always liked me best." Kurt claimed, Cooper winked at him before hugging Blaine once more.

"Really?" Blaine whispered softly and Cooper pulled away, and Kurt stared at Blaine.

"No!" Cooper said, mildly horrified, "Shit, I had forgotten how sensitive you were." He looked up at Kurt who looked concerned and slightly angry at Mr. Anderson, who he knew was the reason for Blaine's insecurities. Insecurities that Kurt had spent several years wiping away, the same time Blaine was fixing Kurt's self doubt. It would appear that all those nights of convincing Blaine he was worth every bit of love Kurt was giving him were as forgotten as everything else.

"We pick on each other, Blaine, but your brother would kill me if he thought I had somehow hurt you," Cooper nodded but smiled softly at Kurt.

"Lucky for both of you, Kurt would rather die than hurt you so..." Blaine looked over to Kurt who smiled softly at him, Blaine was seeing just how lucky he was to have found someone like Kurt, at fourteen he hadn't known a person that could love him so unconditionally even existed.

"Ok, I'll see you boys later, call me," he said more towards Kurt than Blaine, but Blaine understood.

Once Cooper left there was a few minutes of silence, not an uncomfortable, but not exactly a comfortable one either. Finally Kurt took the plunge, now unsure as to whether he'd made a mistake by letting Cooper leave.

"We can start with photo albums, if you want, just flip through and if you have any questions..." Blaine nodded, glad Kurt had, had the nerve to speak first.

"Can we start as far back as you have?" Kurt nodded and lead Blaine to the bedroom, and reached into a bookcase that Blaine had admired before. "This apartment is so beautiful, you must have spent a fortune on decorating it," Kurt smiled proudly.

"No, actually, I decorated it before we had a fortune to spend, of course a few things have been added, but this bookcase, I got at a thrift store for 10 dollars and fixed it up." Blaine stared at Kurt, his mouth gaping open, Kurt chuckled and showed him two photo albums.

"These are some from the first summer after we started dating as well as some glee competitions."

"Glee? I was in a glee club?" Kurt once again smirked,

"You were lead singer of the glee club."

"Well what about you? I feel like based on your voice, you would have an amazing singing voice," when Kurt blushed, Blaine decided he very much like that look on him, it was a beautiful contrast to his pale skin.

"Well I'm a countertenor so..."

"A true countertenor?" Even with a fourteen year old brain, Blaine knew that was rare.

"Yes, our duets were the best in the club," Kurt claimed, the blush still on his face and Blaine couldn't help but smile.

"Sing for me?" Blaine requested, Kurt hesitated, biting his bottom lip,

"How about we go through these, then I'll sing for you." Blaine nodded, unsure why Kurt wanted to wait, but he just let it go. Kurt had to think of a song that meant the most to them, something that could possibly make a difference. He opened the first photo album and the first picture was a candid picture of him and Blaine, sitting on the couch at Burt's house, their hands were linked and they were grinning at each other.

"Wow, you look young," Blaine claimed, causing Kurt to chuckle,

"So do you." Blaine then remember he looked 26, and he smiled embarrassed, but Kurt spoke, saving him from feeling worse.

"This is my dad's house, we were just watching a movie, Carole took this," he explained. The name Carole was familiar, that's right, Burt's wife,

"Your stepmom, right?" Kurt smiled at him, nodding,

"Yeah, she's great, she's crazy about you." Blaine blushed, remembering what Burt had told him,

"How did my parents react to you?" Kurt's face fell for a moment before smiling softly again,

"I'm not their favorite person, but you have made it clear on several occasions that if they made you choose that you would choose me." Blaine studied Kurt, there was a softness to his face when he talked about that, about his husband choosing him over his parents. He was breathtaking, that hadn't changed, even when Blaine had been upset with him. "Your mom likes me fine now, your father tolerates me," Blaine sighed,

"He will never be satisfied with me, will he?"

"No, Honey, probably not," Kurt admitted, he flinched slightly when he realized his slip of tongue, "Sorry," he said quickly. Blaine studied him for a moment, tilting his head slightly,

"Honey? I never thought that would be my pet name." Kurt looked up at him surprised, he didn't seem upset at all. "I was picturing more along the line of 'Baby,' or 'sweetie,'" Kurt smirked,

"Those are mine," he claimed. They met eyes for a moment and butterflies flapped mercilessly in Blaine stomach, as those stunning blue eyes looked at him like he was special. "Those and angel, you call me that a lot too," Kurt said, looking away shyly.

"That fits you well," Blaine blushed, looking away, but not before he saw Kurt smile. "So, Carole is your step mom, where is your real mom?" He regretted asking the question as sadness flashed in Kurt's eyes, he didn't like seeing that on that face, whether he caused it or not. It made him want to protect Kurt from everything that could possibly cause him pain.

"She died in a car accident when I was eight," Kurt stated, turning back to the book shelf, pulling down what appeared to be a much older album. He flipped to a clearly memorized page of the book and held it out to Blaine. Kurt didn't have to point her out for Blaine to know exactly who Kurt's mother was, they had the same eyes and sweet expression.

"She's beautiful, you look a lot like her," Kurt smiled and nodded,

"Thank you." Blaine looked back down at the picture and gasped when he realized the young man standing next to the woman was a younger Burt,

"Whoa," Blaine said. Kurt leaned over his shoulder, much closer than they had been since he woke up, to look at what Blaine was seeing.

"Oh yeah," Kurt chuckled, "That would be my dad," he looked at Blaine's face, who was turning to him and suddenly the were barely an inch apart. Kurt pulled away quickly, clearing his throat as he did, inhaling deeply. Blaine could tell he hadn't wanted to, he'd been more comfortable that close to Blaine than he had been in a while, and if Blaine thought about it, so was he. He felt right to be in that close, intimate space with Kurt, but he wasn't sure how to say that to Kurt, so he just looked back at the book, flipping to the next page. A small face looked up at him from one photo, he was grinning from ear to ear, with chocolate pudding all around his mouth. There was no mistaking that cherub, who could be no older than 3.

"You were so cute," he cooed, blushing when he realized he said it aloud, but as he looked up at Kurt he smiled to see he was blushing far more.

"I'd forgotten that was in there," he tried to take it back but Blaine held it out of grasp.

"No, I want to see all the embarrassing pictures of you," Kurt looked at him, taking aback, the mischievous smile that was on Blaine's face and the twinkle in his eyes belonged to his husband and it took Kurt a second to respond.

"Well I guess it's only fair since I've seen the pictures of you naked covered in purple paint." Blaine gasped and snapped his head up to Kurt who had his eyebrow cocked and an amused smile on his face.

"Cooper?" Blaine asked, Kurt nodded in confirmation, Blaine huffed,

"If he were still here I'd kick his ass." Kurt chuckled,

"You tried the first time he showed me, but he used me as a shield." Blaine rolled his eyes, but they both knew it was all in affection. "Plus there were the pictures of you running around without a diaper, just a teeshirt," Blaine blushed pink, but Kurt just smiled at him before pointing out a picture of Kurt wearing his mother's heels, wearing nothing but his mother's heels. "In my defense I was two," Blaine laughed, looking at the kid, who was grinning proudly at the camera, no shame in who he was or what he was doing. As he flipped forward in the book until Kurt was around 10 and that pride was no longer there, Blaine wondered what had stripped it away. He also noticed that after he was eight there were far less pictures of Kurt, they started up in abundance again when Kurt was around 16. Then almost every pictured feature him, or a black girl, Kurt introduced as to him as Mercedes, or another white girl, Rachel, his sister in law, Blaine remembered.

"You were prom king?" Blaine asked once reaching the prom photos. Kurt chuckled,

"Prom Queen." Blaine's face jerked up in horror, but Kurt shook his head causally, "Just a hateful joke, but you helped me to see that it didn't matter what they did, they couldn't hurt us as long as we had each other." Blaine studied the picture, they looked very happy to be together, even at 17 and 16. Kurt was stronger than anyone Blaine could remember ever meeting, he carried himself with confidence and grace and Blaine could easily see why he was married to him. After a while Kurt pulled down a white photo album, hesitating before looking at Blaine who looked up at him confused, "Do you think you're ready for our wedding pictures." Blaine gulped but nodded, knowing this was probably the pictures that he would remember if nothing else. The first picture took his breath away, they looked so happy.

"That was a good day," Kurt whispered, his smile sad as his fingers gently touched his husband's lapel in the photo. The picture was a close up of their faces, both glowing, leaning into each other. The next was further away, it was them kissing tenderly, Blaine had his arms wrapped around Kurt's neck and Kurt had his arms around Blaine's waist, it almost didn't look posed. There were several that made both of them smile, including one where Kurt was holding Blaine bridal style, looking into each others eyes.

Once they got to the family photos however, things changed. Well not Kurt's family, they were all happy and loving, but at Blaine parents, Blaine flinched

"Could they be anymore tense?"

"Could we?" Kurt replied and Blaine noticed the severe difference in how Kurt and Blaine were standing, he didn't think a stranger wouldn't have realized they were a couple if they'd looked at it. But then Blaine saw it, their hands, linked firmly between their uptight stance and he smiled and pointed it out, liking that, that observation made Kurt beam and nod. Blaine sighed,

"Guess I shouldn't be surprised, when I came out my dad told me I was just confused and my mother told me maybe I could have the gay prayed out at this camp." Kurt shook his head and turned the page to have something to do with his hands,

"I know." Blaine suddenly wanted nothing more than to lean into Kurt, to feel him, his comfort and warmth. Almost as if Kurt heard his thoughts, Kurt looked up at him and scooted closer to him so that their shoulders were touching, Blaine found himself smiling. He may not have been able to remember WHY this felt so right, he just knew that it did.

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