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The next morning Kurt laid awake in bed, alone, and he inhaled deeply, only smelling himself, causing him to flinch. It seemed after 7 years of living together that his scent should never again be without Blaine's. Still he woke feeling infinitely better than he had the night before. He and Blaine had spent the entire day before talking about their life, and Kurt had gone to sleep feeling more a teenager in the middle of a first love than he has since he was 17. Blaine was no longer treating him badly, in fact, he was acting like his Blaine again, and he felt like he could finally breathe properly again. He went downstairs to fix breakfast, wondering if french toast was Blaine's favorite breakfast when he was fourteen too. It would be another thirty minutes before Blaine would come downstairs, his hair was soaking wet and plastered to his head, Kurt couldn't help but laugh.

"What is it with you and your hate of your hair?" He had asked Blaine about it when he was 18, but Blaine had just said 'I just think it looks better' Kurt knew that wasn't the real reason, but he had also seen the look in Blaine eyes that told him that he didn't want to talk about it.

"My dad always said my curly hair made me look like a idiot, I guess I just never let that go, even when I came out." Kurt started at him horrified, he knew Blaine's father was a jerk, but to say something like that to a child, to your own child, Kurt wanted to kill him.

"Your hair is sexy and adorable, and no, I will not give in and buy you some gel," he smiled softly when Blaine poked out his bottom lip and pouted. "So cute," Kurt cooed quietly, not seeing Blaine blush at hearing what Kurt had said.

"French toast?" Blaine asked, looking to see what Kurt was cooking.

"Oh yeah, um-do you like french toast?" Blaine looked up at Kurt, their faces inches away once more as if their bodies were magnetically attached to one another.

"Uh- I haven't had any since I was like five, well that I remember," Kurt nodded understandingly and flipped over the bread. Blaine stared at him, he wasn't dressed up, he was wearing sweatpants and a white teeshirt and he still managed to look like something out Vogue. He had a strong, cut jaw which hadn't been shaved yet and carried stubble that sent shivers down Blaine's spine and he had the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch, but he didn't.

"Would you do me a favor and pour some orange juice?" Kurt's voice broke him out of his trance and he looked away blushing, hoping Kurt hadn't seen him staring. He got the juice from the refrigerator, "glasses are in there." Blaine followed Kurt's pointing finger and took out two cups, setting them on the table before carefully pouring out equal amounts of orange liquid. Kurt's fingers wrapped around the glass at the same times Blaine did. As if they had been shocked, they both pulled away, looking hesitantly at each other before Blaine swallowed and picked the cup up and offered it to Kurt. Kurt smiled softly and took it, their hands touching once more, but time Blaine smiled shyly and felt his ears grow red. "Thanks," Kurt said, taking a sip as Blaine took his own, looking down at the juice,

"No problem."

The french toast had caused Blaine to release completely inappropriate sounds of pleasure. Kurt had just watch him amused, wondering if Blaine realized how he sounded, or his his mind was just that innocent. His hair had dried and was once again a wild forest of curls that Kurt loved. They chatted about nothing of great importance, how they slept, what they wanted to do that day, nothing that made them talk about feelings or the memory loss. They were washing up the dishes, Blaine was washing at his own insistence, while Kurt dried them, when suddenly Blaine looked down at the sprayer in his hand before looking up at Kurt. He didn't know what made him do it, it could have gone so horribly wrong, but he took the chance and quickly and almost unnoticeably sprayed Kurt's shirt. He quickly acted like he hadn't done anything, looking back at the dishes. There was a moment of silence before he looked back at Kurt whose mouth was gaping open.

"You did not just do that," Kurt asked, seeing the impish sparkle that he always loved to see in his husbands eyes.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Blaine claimed, failing to hide a smile.

"Mmhmm," Kurt said calmly, drying a bowl before reaching forward and filling it with water.

"Kurt..." Blaine warned but it was too late, Kurt dumped the water on Blaine's head, laughing happily,

"Oh that's how it's going to be." Kurt screamed as Blaine took the sprayer and aiming it right at his face.

"My hair," he cried, dodging the next spray, taking the towel in his hand and snapping it at Blaine's butt, giggling when Blaine yelped.

"Oh Hummel, you are about to get it," soon the kitchen was the sight of a water battle that left both boys and the floor and walls soaking wet. Nearly thirty minutes later they laid panting and chuckling on the damp floor.

"I can't remember the last time we had that much fun together," Kurt giggled. Blaine sat up on one elbow, looking down at him, confused,

"How come?" From what Cooper and Kurt had said, his and Kurt's marriage was nearly perfect,

"No time, I mean, we both have high profile jobs and everyday life, we have date night every Thursday, but... usually when we have time alone we just want to relax and be together." Kurt explained, smiling softly up at him, making sure he knew he had nothing to worry about. Blaine paused for a minute before leaning over Kurt, for a second both of their bodies leaned toward each other but then Blaine shook his hair out, spattering Kurt with the water, causing him to squeal once more before laughing once again. "You are a puppy, you know that?" Blaine chuckled before lying back on the floor,

"We have to clean this mess up."

"You started it, you can clean it up," Kurt replied.

"Hey! You are the one that dumped a bowl of water on my head," Blaine defended.

"Yes but only in retaliation to what you did first," Kurt replied, smirking smugly. "Besides I'm older, so... seniority,"

"Senior is right," Blaine teased under his breath, but Kurt heard of course.

"Oh really," suddenly Kurt rolled over straddling Blaine's hips, he grabbed Blaine's hands, holding them over his head. "Could a senior do this?" Blaine suddenly brought his legs up and wrapped them around Kurt's torso and pulled him down to the floor, gaining the upper hand and crawling on top of Kurt using his body to pin him down. He grinned at Kurt before noticing that Kurt looked nearly in tears, his entire body was underneaths Blaine and their faces were mere inches apart.

"I"m sorry," Blaine yelped as he got off Kurt quickly. Kurt sat up slowly, knowing that if Blaine was his Blaine, that, that position would have lead to something more. He ached for Blaine to want him like that again. He knew it wasn't Blaine's fault, but it hurt regardless,.Little things, not going for the kiss that he normally would, not grabbing his hips and hugging him sweetly from behind, he missed those more than anything.

"No, it's my fault," Kurt quickly remedied, "I shouldn't have started it." Blaine bit his lip hesitantly, he had wanted nothing more than to press their lips together when he had been so close to Kurt. His beautiful blue eyes shining widely up at him, his cheeks slightly red from exertion, and it would have been so easy. His first kiss, with this gorgeous, sweet, caring, compassionate person, it was all Blaine had ever wanted. He was about to go for it, leaning in when the door bell rang, Kurt let out a little grunt of annoyance as if he had known what Blaine was about to do and was not happy about it ending. Blaine deflated in disappointment, slowly standing, his clothes heavy and saturated.

"Mr. Anderson?" Kurt's voice asked, sounding shocked, Blaine face jerked toward the door and looked around the kitchen in horror. It was disaster.

"Kurt," the tone in his father's voice was distain and arrogance and it made Blaine want to vomit. "Been swimming recently?" Kurt gasped in surprised, apparently he'd forgotten that his clothes were wet.

"Oh no, um... Blaine and I got into a-" Kurt cut himself off, knowing how foolish he would sound. Blaine wanted to melt into the wall that he had pressed himself back into, he didn't want to see his father, especially not like this. "Come on in, make yourself at home and I'll go get Blaine and change and we'll be back in a minute." A moment later Kurt found Blaine pale and trying to make himself as small as he possibly could. "It's ok, Blaine," Kurt went to him, hesitantly placing a hand on his shoulder. Blaine flinched, not because he didn't want Kurt to touch him, but because he was scared and didn't want to be there. Kurt knew this, apparently, and didn't remove his hand, but instead put the other on the other shoulder, looking him directly in the eyes.

"He's not going to hurt you, because I'm not going to let him, we'll go put some dry clothes on, and talk to him for an hour or so. I'm sure he just wants to check up on you," Kurt reasoned but Blaine shook his head,

"He's here to see if me losing my memory had made me straight."

"Has it?" Kurt asked, as if seriously wondering,

"No," Blaine replied, if his desire to kiss Kurt had been any implication.

"Ok then, come on, I promise, I won't let him do or say anything to hurt you," and though it made no logical sense, Blaine believed him.

Once they were dry they sat in the living room, the tenseness made it difficult to breathe.

"I see you are still not putting gel in that rats nest on your head," Mr. Anderson said, his words and tone making his disapproval perfectly clear. Blaine's hands immediately flew up to his hair in a vain attempt to tame it. "I think-" Kurt cleared his throat sharply and the two men glared at one another. Kurt must have won because his father didn't finish his statement. Blaine sunk deeper into the couch, feeling like he was a child, and maybe he was, fourteen had always felt to old to be so intimidated by one's father, but his stomach was in knots and he wondered if he still felt like this at 26. "I just thought I'd stop by, see how you were after..." Mr. Anderson let the statement hanging and Blaine swallowed hard, his body tense and folded into himself.

"I'm fine, Cooper left yesterday," Blaine murmured. Mr. Anderson's face changed into something that had seemed to have inhaled sour milk.

"That's nice," there was so much falseness in the older man's voice that Blaine couldn't stop himself from just staring at him. Did he not realize that Cooper was his son? How do you use that tone of voice with about your child? Blaine promised himself he would never treat his own children like that, he would use his father as a model of how not to parent. "So is it true that you can't remember anything past the age of fourteen?" Kurt really didn't like the clear hope in Mr. Anderson's eyes. Hope that his son wouldn't remember his life.

"Yeah, the last thing I remember is being beaten up at the Sadie Hawkins dance," Blaine admitted quietly,

"So this would be the third time you were attacked for your lifestyle choices." Blaine's eyes flew up to Kurt who looked like he was about to kill Mr. Anderson.

"Third?" Blaine squeaked softly, wondering if Kurt was purposefully keeping these things from him, or it was to protect him.

"Oh, you haven't told him?" Mr. Anderson asked, the smugness on his face made Blaine see that Mr. Anderson was the one aiming to hurt Blaine, Kurt was just trying to make this situation as easy as possible.

"You know why I haven't, and this is the second time someone has dropped something like this on him before I decided how to tell him. So I would appreciate if you would not say things like that." Kurt clenched his teeth before looking at Blaine who looked close to tears, it was never going to end.

"We were all right" Kurt claimed, sitting next to Blaine on the couch, watching carefully for signs that Blaine didn't want him near. "And it wasn't about you, it was all about me, but they never touched you." Blaine looked up slowly into his eyes and Kurt's eyes were concerned and sad and Blaine nodded slightly, Kurt wasn't lying. "I'll tell you more about it later," he whispered softly, not letting Mr. Anderson hear.

"-kay," Blaine replied softly, wishing Kurt would take his hand, but he knew Kurt wouldn't, he didn't want to upset Blaine. Blaine was about to take the incentive, but before he could his father spoke,

"How much have you told him?" Blaine didn't like being talked about like he wasn't there,

"Whatever he's asked. We looked at photo albums yesterday, including our wedding pictures." Kurt smiled quietly at him and Blaine smiled, Kurt didn't treat him like he wasn't there, he never felt invisible to Kurt. Mr. Anderson sighed heavily, he'd already lost, he knew that.

"I'm sure you did," he said sharply, looking at Kurt who had to fight rolling his eyes.

"Why did you attend the wedding?" Blaine said softly, looking at his hands, not meeting his father's face.

"I didn't have a choice," Mr. Anderson said, looking up at Kurt who was scowling at his angrily.

"What do you mean?" Blaine glanced between the two men, Kurt who was frowning and Mr. Anderson who looked sickly amused.

"I believe blackmail is the correct term," Mr. Anderson said looking at Kurt who looked at Blaine, who was looking at him.

"You blackmailed him?" Blaine asked softly, Kurt sighed, shaking his head,

"I knew you wanted him to come, so I may have twisted his arm a bit."

"Did I know that?" Blaine asked, Kurt shook his head shyly, Blaine smiled softly, "I love that you would do that for me," Blaine whispered, causing Kurt's mouth to drop open and Mr. Anderson to look furious. He knew that if Kurt hadn't been there, his father would have treated him like the trash his father believed him to be. But Kurt was keeping him safe, just like he had promised.

"How's mom," Blaine asked, still not quite brave enough to look at Mr. Anderson.

"She is heartbroken," Kurt raised his eyebrow, daringly, but Mr. Anderson continued. "Both of her children abandon her and you go down the path of damna-"

"I have told you not to speak that way in my home," Kurt bit.

"Is that what you think this is, a home?" Mr. Anderson scoffed,

"More of one than you ever built." Kurt replied with no fear and Blaine couldn't help but be in awe of the man who seemed completely unbreakable.

"I beg your pardon?" Mr. Anderson growled, and instantly Blaine decided he couldn't let Kurt be the only one with a spine.

"Dad," he whispered softly, unsure of what he was pleading for, but he didn't know what else to say.

"Blaine, I know you don't understand what is happening, but I just want you to realize that you have a new chance at life. You don't have to choose this one," Kurt was suddenly on his feet,

"How dare you!"

"You have done nothing but hurt him. You think those men would have looked twice if he had been kissing a woman? And this certainly isn't the first time your lifestyle has caused him consequences!" Mr. Anderson yelled, now on his feet as well,

"I know you have a difficult time understanding this, but I LOVE your son, and nothing you could do could change that!"

"Getting bashed in the head might do it!" Kurt was silenced with those words and he quickly found Blaine who was fighting back tears, clearing his father had been merely pretending to tolerate him.

"He thinks he's fourteen years old," Kurt said, this time much quieter. "He's already confused and scared, do you think you can not make this harder for him?" Blaine looked up at Kurt who almost looked as defeated as he had the day Blaine had yelled at him so much.

"I'm not confused," Blaine whispered, both men looked down at him and he shook his head. "I'm gay, Dad, I have been for as long as I can remember." Kurt looked down at him proudly and Blaine couldn't resist smiling at him. Mr. Anderson shook his head sneering at his son in law.

"Well done, Kurt, you've brain washed him quite nicely,"

"Why can't I just be in love with him, Dad? Why does it have to be that something had been done to me?" Blaine asked so quietly that Kurt was surprised Mr. Anderson could hear him.

"Because it's WRONG, Blaine! It's disgusting and unnatural," Blaine's eyes filled with tears and he ran out of the room, cursing himself for showing such weakness.

"Are you happy?" Kurt bit angrily, going over to the door and holding it open, "Until you can speak to him with the respect he deserves don't ever come back here." Mr. Anderson took his time leaving, when all Kurt wanted to do was get to Blaine, to make sure the damage wasn't completely irreversible.

Finally he was able to slam the door behind Mr. Anderson before bolting to the bedroom, but Blaine wasn't there and a sickening pit settled in Kurt's stomach. Fourteen, when Blaine had been fourteen he'd released his angst in a very dangerous way. "Shit!" Kurt ran into the bathroom to find Blaine slumped in the floor, tears streaming down his face. "Blaine," he said softly, looking for razors or blood, but finding neither.

"He still hates me, 13 years have passed and he still hates me," Blaine said miserably, why did his father have such an effect on him? Why was he still seeking the bastard's approval. A sweet, gentle hand brought his face up tenderly to look into his angel's eyes.

"He doesn't deserve to have you for a son," Kurt claimed, "You are amazing and he hates himself for not making you a piece of shit like he is, that's all." Kurt sat in the floor and shifted his body so that it was inviting Blaine into his embrace, an invitation that Blaine accepted curling into his arms. "Why were you in the bathroom?" Kurt's tone told Blaine that he already knew about Blaine's scars, the fear in Kurt's voice told him it broke his heart to think he would be doing it again.

"It was the first room I got to," Blaine replied honestly and there was a moment of silence before Kurt laughed in relief, hugging Blaine closer to him.

"Don't scare me like that, "

"Sorry," Blaine replied, relishing the feeling of Kurt nuzzling affectionately into his hair. He didn't think Kurt realized he was doing it. Then his mind remembered something Kurt had said during his father's visit, something that didn't sit well with Blaine. "What did you mean when you were talking about the second attack and you said 'they didn't touch me'." He felt Kurt tense slightly before sighing,

"I was hoping you hadn't caught that." Blaine pulled away slightly, looking up at him, he smiled warmly at Blaine and Blaine felt more at home than he ever had before.

"Ohio was even less forgiving than New York..." Blaine suddenly wasn't sure he wanted to hear this story anymore.

MWHAHAHAHA. Yep i just did that. Hope you enjoyed this story. It didn't flow as well as i would have liked. Please review. much love to all my readers xoxo