Sorry this is so short. Hope you enjoy it anyway. Much love to everyone who is sticking with me. Not much longer now.
"Blaine! Blaine. Blainey, Blainers, BB," Blaine was physically attacked by Puck as soon as he reentered the living room.
"Ah-Ah," Blaine scolded, even as he hugged Puck back as tightly as he could, "We've been over this, only Kurt and Cooper are allowed to call me BB." Puck pulled away and pouted,
"Burt and Carole call you BB." Blaine shrugged,
"I have no control over what they call me! They're Burt and Carole, they can call me Dopey Mc Dopers and I wouldn't say a thing against them. You, however, may call me Blaine or Blainers."
"I like that," Burt said, entering the room. "Dopey Mc Dopers, that is officially your name when you're here now." Blaine, Kurt and Burt chuckled as Burt playfully shoved Puck. The boys may be grown ups to the rest of the world, but to Burt they were still teenagers.
"Are you staying for dinner, Puckerman? I'm sure Carole will be fixing something good, the boys have worked up quite the appetite." Both Kurt and Blaine turned bright red,
"Daaaadddddd," Kurt moaned, "Don't say things like that!" Burt just laughed,
"What and miss your face turn that color? Never," Kurt buried his face in Blaine's shoulder and no one in the room missed both boys smile at being this close again.
"Of course, I'll stay, I'd never turn down Mrs H's cooking," Puck said. Burt smiled,
"Carole! Whatever your fixing for dinner, double it! Puckerman is staying." Everyone but Puck laughed, he just rolled his eyes but shrugged.
"I knew the second Blaine got his memory back that Puck would be staying," Carole said entering the room, grabbing Puck's chin affectionately. "I still don't understand how I wasn't eaten out of house and home when you and Finn were teenagers."
"Teenagers?" Blaine asked, "We still have to stock up when these two come to visit."
"Okay hobbit, you're gonna get it," Puck claimed before lunging straight for Blaine stomach, throwing the smaller man over his shoulder.
"AHHHH!" Blaine screamed through his laughter, "Babe! Baby help me!" Kurt who had moved back to sitting on the couch looked up at him uninterested,
"Oh I think you can handle this one on your own." Blaine who was facing Kurt pulled up to look Kurt in the face, Blaine face's contorted in disbelief and false hurt.
"That's rude, you get no sex tonight, Mister, none, AHHHHH!" Blaine screamed again when Puck fake almost dropped him.
"Don't make threats, Blainers, especially ones everyone in this room knows you won't follow through with," Puck said, bouncing Blaine up and down on his shoulder.
"Noah Puckerman you put me down this instant or I will tell Quinn about Tom McPoodles," Blaine threatened. Puck froze,
"You wouldn't dare." He claimed, Blaine shrugged,
"You willing to find out?" Puck paused for a minute more before lowering Blaine back to the ground. "And that my lovely family, is how you control one Noah Puckerman," Blaine said proudly.
"See, I told you could handle it," Kurt stated, standing to kiss Blaine's lips, "My adorable little blackmailer." Blaine preened playfully under Kurt's compliment.
"They haven't missed a beat," Carole commented as she watched the young couple with affection.
"Would you expect any less?" Burt asked, wrapping his arm around his wife's waist. Puck looked down at the floor sheepishly Finn and Rachel who had just entered the room were holding hands, Kurt and Blaine were doing that thing where they were staring at each other like they were the only things on earth and even Burt and Carole were an adorable couple, Puck felt left out.
Kurt, who had always had a six sense when it came to Noah, looked up and smiled sympathetically.
"If you'd swallow your damn pride, Noah, and ask Quinn to marry you, you be sickingly adorable with us." Puck sighed and rolled his eyes,
"She's too good for me." This time everyone else rolled their eyes,
"So maybe it's not pride, still, you need to ask her before someone else does." Blaine replied, wrapping both arms around Kurt's waist. "If I'd based my relationship with Kurt on whether or not I thought he was too good for me, I wouldn't have kissed him the first time." Kurt awed softly and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck,
"That's not true and you know it, Mr. Anderson-Hummel," Kurt scolded though it was said lovingly.
"I love you," Blaine whispered. Kurt smiled, those were three words he still loved hearing from this man, even 10 years later.
After dinner that night Kurt and Blaine sat quietly in the bedroom, knowing they still had a very serious conversation to have.
"Sweetheart, I need you to talk to me, I need you to tell me how you're doing now," Blaine begged. He could remember every look of pain and every harsh word he'd caused and delivered, and he would never forgive himself. He still needed Kurt to talk, they both needed to talk.
"There is nothing to talk about, every feeling that I had is gone because you're back," Kurt stated, trying to not start this conversation.
"But they were still there and they ate away at you, and you need to talk to me, I need you to tell me your thoughts. As much as I remember how hurt and down you were, there is only so much I can tell. I need you to talk, Baby, I need to fix you."
"I'm not broken, I was exhausted and depressed, but you know that," Kurt said, sounding tired.
"And you're perfectly okay now, huh?" Blaine pushed. Kurt sighed heavily,
"If you want me to tell you every single thing that happened is forgotten, no, of course not, but it's all forgiven." Blaine shook his head,
"Fine, I'll start, since your stubbornness hasn't waned the least bit in the past 10 years." Blaine smirked playfully, "I hate that you didn't lean on your dad and Cooper more than you did, you carried it all on your back and it nearly ran you into the ground. If I hadn't gotten my memory back and then you had continued the way you were going, you would have collapsed and probably ended up in the hospital. Especially since we're getting Margaret." Kurt shook his head and smiled softly,
"Blaine, I have been 'doing it all' since high school. I've told you when my dad had his heart attack when I took care of him, kept the garage running, and still maintained a 4.3gpa. If I'm not taking on more than I can handle I don't know what to do with myself," he claimed. Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt softly, pressing their foreheads together when he pulled away, their hands clasped in the middle.
"That doesn't mean you should have to continue to do everything," Blaine whispered. Kurt let out a soft hollow laugh,
"I didn't exactly have a choice, did I?" Blaine paused, Kurt was getting snippy, he was getting close to releasing, Blaine remained silent and waited. Kurt separated their faces and jerked his hand out of Blaine's. "Those bastards had no right to hurt us," Kurt's voice was quiet but the underlying anger was still very much there. "They had no right to take away the one continuous good thing in my life! They have no right to try to kill my husband!" Kurt's voice was slowly rising. "Being gay doesn't make us less human. It doesn't make us hurt any less, it doesn't make the pain of looking into your husband's blank eyes and knowing they have no idea who you are or why you love them." Blaine moved to grab Kurt's hands but Kurt moved away standing. "I couldn't stop loving you and it hurt more than I could ever have imagined. It was like when we first met but 100 times worse because you had loved me, I had, had that and then suddenly you stopped." Blaine opened his mouth,
"I didn't stop-"
"You loved me based on instinct and feeling but you didn't love me because of the way my nose crinkles when I laugh. You didn't love me because of how neurotic I can be about things. You didn't love me because I can't sleep the night before the opening of a show. You didn't love me because I know exactly when you need me there and when you need to be left alone. But how could you love me that way? You didn't know me in that way. Well I still loved you that way. I still loved you because you once sang to me in the middle of central park. I love you because you cry at the beginning of Up, no matter how many times we watch it. You are my best friend first and my husband second, I feel like I lost them both and it's not fair and I hated every second of not being able to look at you and see the love that has always fucking radiated from you for me." Blaine jumped up and grabbed Kurt's face, wiping the tears that were falling.
"Do you see it right now? Do you see how much I am so in love with you I don't know how to breathe? Can you see that the thought of hurting you like that is causing me physical pain? I love you so much Kurt, I wish I could make you see how much I love you. I just want to fix this, I just want to heal your heart and make it like none of this ever happened. But I can't, it did happen. I need you to believe though, that I will be spending the rest of my life making this up to you."
"It wasn't-" Kurt began but Blaine already knew what he was going to say, because his Blaine knew him better than anyone.
"It wasn't my fault that I lost my memory, but I didn't exactly make it easy for you, did I?"
"You were a scared fourteen year old," Kurt murmured. Blaine cupped Kurt's face in his hand,
"And you were a scared husband who handled that entire situation with the grace and strength that still astounds me that you have. I love you so much and I will do everything I can in this world to remind you of that everyday. Because that is something that should never be forgotten by either of us."
Don't kill me. I will update as soon as I can. xoxo