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When Blaine woke up he knew there was no way in the world that he could move. He was being cocooned in someone's arms as if he were the most precious thing on earth. Kurt had his arms around his waist and his face nuzzled into Blaine's neck and Blaine couldn't believe how much love that man held for him. He felt so safe and cherished; so much so that he could almost couldn't bare it. But he would make himself bare it, if for just a little while longer, until Kurt realized he was awake; which he always did. But for the moment, he would just lay here and enjoy the too warm feeling of having someone love you this much.

"Mmm," it was not more than a slightly loud breath, but it announced that Kurt had felt the difference in Blaine's breathing and how he was moving his muscles, and knew he was awake. There was a moment longer of silence before the grip around his waist tightened slightly before releasing him and shifting so that one arm was under Kurt propping him up and the other lay on Blaine's bare chest. "Good morning," Kurt said sweetly, blinking sleep out of his eyes. Blaine paused before brushing a strand of unruly hair out of Kurt's face,

"I'm sorry I upset you last night." Blaine whispered as if speaking too loudly would remind Kurt even more of his failure. "Will you tell me now what I forgot?" Kurt kissed his lips lightly and then leaned down and kissed his shoulder, it didn't matter that Blaine had forgotten anymore, he was still the person Kurt loved.

"It really doesn't matter," Kurt replied.

"Yes, it does. To you it does," Blaine answered. Kurt smirked and shook his head,

"Go back to sleep, I'm going to take a shower, I'll be out in a bit and I'll make breakfast."

Blaine hesitated before nodding and leaned forward for another morning kiss. Kurt gave it before rolling out of bed and pulling the covers back around Blaine's neck.

"I love you," Kurt said before heading into the hallway, not waiting for the reply. Blaine smiled and lay back in the bed letting his mind wander; he felt his memory just at the edge of his mind. They were so close to coming out but stayed just out of his view. He was hoping his and Kurt's walk today would push him over the edge and get them fully back. Though he could very well be imagining them being there just because he wanted them so badly.

"DAD!" Blaine heard a scream from the bathroom and jumped out of bed, running almost instinctively to his seemingly distressed husband. Instead he was met with a locked bathroom door and an annoyed looking Burt Hummel.

"You know better to scream like that unless you are hurt, Kurt Hummel-Anderson," Burt scolded.

"You bought me the shampoo I used in high school!" Kurt's voice replied, annoyed from the other side of the door.

"Considering it still cost more than what I buy for both Carole and my shampoo combined, you will be grateful that I got it at all. I should have bought Suave," Burt threatened. For a moment Blaine thought Kurt was going to storm out of the bathroom and yell at his father. Instead there a soft huff followed by a,

"Thanks, Dad." Blaine grinned as Burt turned around, nodding in victory. He met Blaine's eyes and winked at him before approaching him.

"How you doing kiddo?" The older man, who Blaine had realized was more of a father to him than his own father had ever dreamed of being, asked him. One of the first things Blaine noticed was that when Burt asked how one of his loved ones was doing, he genuinely wanted to know the answer. Burt wasn't doing it out of a lack of a better thing to say; he honestly cared. It was something Blaine could never imagine his father saying with any real sense of interest.

Blaine smiled,

"Good morning, Mr. Burt. I'm good actually, though I forgot something about yesterday that I should know, but…" he bit his lip, shrugging sadly, "Kurt won't tell me what it is." Burt shook his head,

"No, Kurt doesn't do that, does he? He'd never want you to think there was anything bothering him. It nearly got him killed in high school," Burt admitted. Blaine looked at him alarmed,

"What do you mean?" Burt hesitated, as though he wasn't sure he should be revealing something Blaine didn't already know. But Burt knew Kurt had told his Blaine, so he figured he was safe.

"Did you meet a kid named Dave Karofsky at the reunion?" Burt asked and instantly Blaine's stomach sunk to his feet as he nodded. He didn't like where this was going. "Well before Dave was out, he was so deep in the closet he could see Narnia." Burt explained. "Anyway, Kurt found out somehow, though to this day, he won't tell me how, but Kurt found out that Karofsky was gay, and…" Burt paused as if the next words were physically painful to say. "He threatened to kill Kurt if he told anyone," Blaine felt like he had been kicked in the stomach. "Of course he claimed it was just an expression, but Kurt didn't take it that way, and neither did I." Burt growled protectively, even after all these years, Burt still wanted to protect his son. Blaine couldn't help but wonder what made him so different that his own parents didn't love him like Burt loved Kurt. But then maybe, Burt was just the kind of father only a few kids were luckily enough to have, and he was extremely glad, Kurt was one of the lucky ones. "So anyway, Kurt said he was going to cook breakfast this morning, want to come downstairs with me while we wait for him to get his primping done," Burt said. Normally Blaine would expect that statement to be said with some sort of disgust or dislike, but Burt said it nothing with affection and love. It was something that made Blaine want to latch onto Burt and never let him go. He wanted to let Burt show him all the fatherly love he'd never received from his own father.

"Actually I think I'm going to wait up here until Kurt is done and then take a shower too," he claimed. "If that's okay," he quickly remedied. Burt laughed gently at him,

"Of course it is, kiddo, I'll see you in a bit."

Blaine nodded as he watched Burt go downstairs. He knew from what Burt had told him that older Blaine still called Burt, 'Mr. Burt', what he couldn't figure out was why. Burt was clearly Blaine's father. The man seemed to hold a love for his son-in-law that at least matched that of his stepson. Blaine knew he was raised to always be polite and treat his elders with respect, but Burt was more than just his 'elder' Burt was the parent Blaine had never had. Even fourteen year old Blaine knew that. Maybe, if he got his memory back and remembered the past few weeks, he would ask Burt if he could call him 'dad' or at least Burt.

"Honey, I thought I told you to go back to sleep," Kurt's voice surprised him and he jumped out of his skin. Kurt chuckled lightly, "You all right?" Blaine blushed and smiled sheepishly as he nodded,

"I was just thinking, lost track of how long I was standing there I guess. Your dad was talking to me. You didn't tell me Karofsky threatened to kill you in high school." Kurt, who was dressed in only boxers and an under shirt, groaned as he pushed passed Blaine to get into his bedroom.

"I didn't tell you because it wasn't at all important," Kurt claimed. Blaine frowned,

"You keep saying that things 'aren't important' but the thing is, they are!" Blaine wasn't sure where this was coming from, but apparently there was no stopping him. "He threatened to KILL you, Kurt! You could have lost your life and mine would have ended! And what I forgot yesterday, you keep saying it wasn't important, but obviously it was because everyone at the reunion asked you what was wrong! Practical strangers could tell something was brothering you and I couldn't tell what was wrong! Not until I smelt the cake cooking and knew you were upset. I don't know how I knew, I just did. And I am SO sick of just barely being able to tell something is off, but not being able to tell what it is, or being able to fix. And it's even worse when you won't even tell me!" Kurt grabbed Blaine's face, as Blaine panted, his face red, his eyes hinting at the fall of tears. "They were obviously important enough that you told your husband about them… so why not me?"

Kurt blinked slowing, staring at the man in front of him. He inhaled a shaky breath and nodded,

"You're right, but the thing is, there is so much that I can't possibly just go through everything that happened." Blaine tore out of Kurt's hold, taking several steps back.

"YOU CAN GO THROUGH A FEW MAIN ONES! LIKE SOME FUCKER THREATENING YOUR LIFE!"

"Blaine?" Carole poked her head into the bedroom with the look only a mother could give. Blaine took a deep breath before turning to her, he didn't know what was wrong with him all of a sudden. He was yelling at the person who loved him more than anything in the world, yelling at him for not dragging up every painful event in his life.

"We're fine, Carole, Blaine is just getting some things off his chest," Kurt replied, pulling out a pair of jeans from the dresser. Carole looked at Blaine slightly confused but as Blaine forced a soft smile in her direction and she frowned slightly.

"Okay, well, we'll be downstairs when you guys are done," Kurt nodded, smiling genuinely at his step-mother whose frown faded for him and she smiled back lovingly before leaving.

"Come on, sit," he motioned to the bed, tugging on the jeans he'd pulled out, before joining Blaine on the bed. Blaine looked down at his hands, knowing he'd overreacted. "Okay, so clearly it's bothering you that I won't tell you what you forgot yesterday, but to you, it is an insignificant event that you can't appreciate and I feel like you don't need to know that you've forgotten it, if you can't do anything about it," Kurt explained calmly.

"But it is hurting you that I haven't remembered it." Kurt sighed at Blaine's response.

"God, you can be so stubborn sometimes," Kurt muttered. "You forgot an anniversary." Blaine's eyes widened,

"Rachel said I didn't!" Blaine answered in panic.

"It's not one she knows about," Kurt bit his lip, "It's of the day we met and only we celebrate it. We decided a couple years after we were together that, that day was the important one. Is was the day we saved each other, and we said that no one else needed to know about it. So every year you get me a single rose and I get you a chocolate kiss and we tell each other 'Happy Anniversary' and nothing else. But it bothered me because it was the day that was ours, and being around everyone else wasn't the most ideal, especially since you can't remember."

"I want to," Blaine repeated what he'd been saying since he lost his memory.

"I know," Kurt grabbed his hand, "I know that, but that is not in your control." Kurt exhaled heavily, "Why don't you take a shower and we'll go eat breakfast and talk some more after that."

"Can we eat first," Blaine asked. Kurt nodded,

"You run into the bathroom and change" Blaine nodded and stood, he was at the door and Kurt was still sitting on the bed when Blaine turned back,

"I'm sorry for yelling," he said. Kurt smiled as though exhausted,

"It's fine, honey."

When Kurt could hear the bathroom door close he groaned loudly and flopped back on the bed. When was this going to get easier?

Kurt set a plate of pancakes in front of Rachel,

"Vegan pancakes and some fruit for our healthy, pregnant, mama," Rachel beamed up at him.

"Thank you, love," she replied.

"Turkey Bacon…"

"Plastic," Burt interjected,

"And egg whites for dad," Kurt glared at him as he sat the food in front of him "and regular pancakes and bacon for the normal people," Kurt said setting a serving dish of pancakes and bacon in front of the rest of them.

"Oh meat," Finn moaned as he stuffed an entire strip of bacon in his mouth. "You're awesome, Kurt," Rachel glared at Finn, but Kurt grinned and winked at Carole who grinned at him back.

Everything was going fine, talking of New York and the shows and going back home, but then… Finn happened.

"So I know you guys had to pass up that baby because of Blaine's condition, but when is my kid gonna get a cousin." Carole smacked the back of his head as Rachel smacked his arm. "OW!" he screeched. "It was a perfectly acceptable question!"

"I can't believe you just said that, Finn Hudson," Rachel growled at her husband furiously. Kurt looked at Blaine who rolled his lips into his mouth, shrugging in agreement of what Kurt's eyes were silently asking him.

"Actually Finn, sooner than you think," Blaine said, reaching out instinctively for Kurt's hand.

"So 2 weeks ago we got a phone call that said we got a baby girl." Kurt spoke slowly, trying to find the best way to explain what had happened. "But obviously I called them back, because Blaine thinks he fourteen and he freaked out a little and rightly said he wasn't ready to have a baby, so I called and said we'd have to take a rain check."

"Yeah, Kurt, we know," Burt said, but he was listening intently to what his son was saying.

"Well Blaine, being the selfless, idiot that he is, could see how upset I was and called adoption agency back and…" Kurt smiled softly, squeezing Blaine's hand tighter,

"She's coming in four weeks and we've decided to call her Margaret," Blaine finished shyly. There was a moment of silence before Rachel stood and grabbed the half finished dishes that everyone had forgotten.

"Finn, you come help me in the kitchen," she ordered. Finn, however, stared at Kurt and Blaine,

"Why didn't you tell us?" He asked, he sounded so much like a hurt puppy that Kurt flinched,

"I didn't know until the night after you announced you two were pregnant, Blaine hadn't told me, and when he did, I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want it to seem like we were stealing your spotlight." Finn opened his mouth again but Rachel grabbed his arm,

"Finn! Come help me." Finn apparently knew that voice and stood up to obey his wife, following her into the kitchen. There was a moment of awkward silence before Carole threw her arms around Blaine and then Kurt,

"Oh babies, I am so happy for you," she claimed, tears running down her cheeks with a grin on her face. Kurt wiped away his own tears as Blaine was beaming from ear to ear.

"Thanks Carole," Blaine whispered before looking at Burt, who was frowning in concern. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you guys before, I just… I didn't know how Kurt was going to react and then Rachel and Finn made their announcement and Kurt was so sad about having to give up our baby and I-"

"I'm not mad at you, kid, but…" Burt paused. "Kurt, can I talk to you alone." Kurt nodded and moved to follow his father, then Rachel peeked her head into the room,

"Um, I have some bad news," she stated. Kurt almost moaned aloud, he didn't know how much more of this he could take. "There is so much fog in the city they cancelled our flight for tomorrow," she reported. This time Kurt did moan, he was ready to go back to New York, his comfort zone, where he and his husband had formed their home. Blaine bit his lip but tried to hide a smile, he wanted to go to some more haunts to try to jog his memory.

"Great," Kurt said, rolling his eyes before looking at Blaine, "Well we can go walk around and go some other places if you want." Blaine nodded, smiling weakly,

"I want to take a shower first though."

Kurt nodded, smiling softly at Blaine before following his father towards his bedroom. Blaine watched them go and could fight the feeling that they were somehow in trouble with Burt.

"We are very happy for you and Kurt, sweetheart, don't doubt that, we are just worried about you. You think you're fourteen." Blaine nodded,

"As if I don't know."

Oh Blaine… I'm sorry.