Don't You Remember

by kurtbastian-niff

Kurt wakes up 10 years in the future. He finds out that he recently had an accident and everyone's been really worried about him. He's desperately upset to discover that he's married, of all people, to Sebastian Smythe. The last interaction he had with the boy that he can recall, is throwing the tape at the boy, the one of him admitting to tampering with the slushy that hit Blaine

15. Chapter 15

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Chapter 15:

A friend of Burt's in the city had called him for a day of catching up; Kurt had a suspicion that Burt was lying but he didn't stop his dad when he tried to leave. He just hugged him and asked him to have dinner with them before he went to his hotel that night.

"He doesn't have to go to a hotel when we have a guest room." Sebastian said, folding the blanket he'd been using for the night and draping it over the back of the sofa. "That's why they're called guest rooms. They're for guests."

Kurt didn't say anything, just leaned against the front door and watched Sebastian rearrange the cushions on the couch. He still looked tired and the fact that he'd changed right back into his sweatpants and the t-shirt that he'd slept in after his shower didn't make him look any fresher. Kurt almost pushed him into the bedroom and told him to sleep but Sebastian turned around and asked, "So how are we doing this?"

"Uh -" Kurt hadn't actually thought about this part. He had questions, but just like immediately after his accident, there was no cohesion to them. Sebastian raised his eyebrows, waiting. "How about we go through pictures and I ask questions as they come up? Maybe the visuals will help."

Sebastian shrugged. "We don't have albums so you're going to have to get your laptop."

His laptop, it turned out, was locked. Kurt looked to Sebastian expectantly where he was sitting next to him on one of the kitchen stools. Sebastian grinned, his eyes glinting with something playful and wicked. Kurt knew that look well, it was the same look Sebastian had got when he'd first said I don't like youat the Lima Bean years ago.

"What?" Kurt asked.

Sebastian's grin widened. "Wouldn't it be fun if I didn't tell you your password?"

"No it wouldn't."

"I think it would."

"Ithink you need to stop smirking and tell me my damn password." Kurt said, narrowing his eyes in warning.

Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest and grinned. "No, I don't think so."

"Sebastian," Kurt said in a warning tone.

"Kurt," he replied calmly.

Kurt's jaw tightened. "Fine," he said, turning back to his laptop. "I don't need your help."

He was determined to retrieve his password from the depths of his memory if he had to but it was as if someone had wiped his mind completely because he couldn't even tryand think of possible passwords. Knowing it would never work, he typed in the password he remembered for his old laptop. Predictably, it was wrong. Kurt exhaled through his nose and clicked the 'hint' button that had popped up at the incorrect guess.

I don't need a hint for my own password and if you're not me, why would I give you one?

He could feel Sebastian shaking with silent laughter next to him but Kurt didn't turn his head to look at him, just clenched his hand into a fist next to his laptop and said, "Shut up."

Sebastian burst out laughing at that, the sound echoing around the apartment. Kurt felt his irritation flare; Sebastian must have sensed it because he choked on a laugh and said, "Okay. Okay. Sorry."

"Are you done being a jerk now?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"For the time being," Sebastian said, tilting the laptop towards himself and typing in the password too fast for Kurt to read the keys. He forgot to ask him what it was for future reference when his desktop came up and he caught sight of his wallpaper. It was a photograph of the two of them. The dim lights and several empty cups next to Kurt's elbow made him think they were at a party of some sort. Sebastian had his head on Kurt's shoulder and Kurt's cheek was pressed to the top of his hair. Their eyes were slightly bloodshot but their grins were loose and genuine.

Kurt didn't move for a second, just stared at how happy picture Kurt looked and wondered if there was a possibility he could ever feel like that with Sebastian again.

"I don't know if you remember, but you have to press that little icon over there to access the internet." Sebastian said from beside him. He looked unfazed by the picture, still intent on teasing Kurt. With how grateful he was that this hadn't become awkward, Kurt forgot to retort and clicked the browser icon in silence.

His heart was thumping as he opened up Facebook, knowing that there were probably hundreds of pictures just like his wallpaper waiting for him. Kurt had so far avoided spending too much time dwelling on the photographs of him and Sebastian that were scattered all over the apartment. It was hard enough to come to terms with the living, breathing version of Sebastian right in front of him, he hadn't felt the need to weigh himself down with picture Sebastian too.

"Oh god, don't tell me you don't have your passwords saved on this," Sebastian said suddenly, pulling Kurt from his thoughts.

"Hm?"

"You don't keep yourself logged in?"

"Apparently not," Kurt said.

"Well this is a problem."

"Why?"

"Becausegenius," Sebastian said with a roll of his eyes. "I don't know your Facebook password."

"I refuse to believe you never Facebook stalked me." Kurt said with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course I did," Sebastian scoffed. "But it kind of loses its appeal after you get married. I don't even remember the last time I was on your profile. I have no need of knowing your password."

Kurt sighed and turned his eyes back to the blue and white of Facebook's login page. "This sucks."

"I'm pretty sure Blaine knows," Sebastian said, his voice laced with air of forced causality. "He changes your statuses to something ridiculous at least once a month." Kurt fought back a smile; Blaine would. "I'll get the phone," Sebastian said, pushing back his stool and standing up. The corners of his mouth were turned down but he forced a smile when he came back with his cell phone, Blaine's number already dialed in.

"Hello?" Blaine's voice sounded tentative but hopeful. He must have thought it was Sebastian, Kurt realized with a pang. The details of Sebastian's conversation with Blaine after the kiss were unknown to him, but he knew enough to guess that they weren't exactly on good terms at the moment.

"Um, hey. It's me."

"Kurt?" Blaine said in a surprised voice. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. What's my Facebook password?" Might as well get straight to the point..

"Your Facebook password?"

"Yes, Blaine." Kurt said with some impatience. "My password. Sebastian says you might know it."

"Uh – yeah, I do. I think. You threatened to change it after last time but it's worth a shot. Try pinap1"

Kurt typed it into the bar and pressed enter, holding his breath as the page refreshed. He sighed when it directed him to his homepage. "It worked," he said with a grin. "What does pinap1 mean?"

Blaine laughed, "Password is not a password. The 1 stands for an exclamation point."

"Thanks, Blaine."

"No problem."

Kurt cut the call and scanned the homepage, ignoring the red bubble that told him he had over 100 notifications. "The layout is different from what I remember," he said absently.

"Why would Facebook not keep the same layout they had ten years ago? What were they thinking?"

Kurt turned to glare at Sebastian. "Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"

"I didn't wake up in a bed," Sebastian said with a grin.

Kurt huffed. "Just – shut up for a minute, okay?" He clicked through to his profile; it was just as confusing as his home page but he skimmed through the basics, feeling only marginally uncomfortable when he saw Married to Sebastian Smythe as his relationship status.

"Nicole S.?" he asked when he saw his work information.

"That's the label you work for."

"Never heard of it."

Sebastian smiled. "Let's leave that one for now. Too many resulting questions."

"Isn't that the point of all this?" Kurt asked. "Asking questions?"

"Do you really want to waste our time talking about work?"

"It's a part of my life isn't it?"

"If a picture related to work comes up, we'll talk." Sebastian said. "Okay?"

Kurt turned back to the screen. His wall was full of posts from friends and co workers giving him their best wishes. More than half of the names were unfamiliar to him. There was too much to go through so he gave up and clicked through to what he hoped were his photo archives. Sebastian laughed at the look on his face when he saw the number of pictures he was tagged in.

"Oh my god," he said in disbelief. "How am I supposed to go through all of these? It's going to take forever."

"You dohave ten years worth of catching up to do," Sebastian said with a shrug.

Kurt glared at him. "You're not helping."

"Tell you what." Sebastian said, setting down his mug. "How about we go through photos others have tagged of you instead of going through every album individually. You can see more stuff that way. Unless -" he paused, eyes flickering from the screen to Kurt's face. "Is there someone in particular you want to stalk?"

Blaine, youKurt thought but all he said was, "No. Tagged pictures are fine."

Sebastian nodded and tilted the laptop towards himself again so he could get to the right page. "There," he said, sliding the laptop back to Kurt. "Those are pictures of your Nationals trip. Just keep going forward."

There was so much to cover. Kurt went through endless photographs, flicking through them so fast in his haste, they became a blur. Sebastian told him to slow down once or twice but Kurt just said, "My life. Shut up."

He went through photos of graduation, his heart seizing up at the ones of him and Rachel clinging to each other, crying. They had probably known their dreams of going to New York weren't going to become reality by that point. Sebastian didn't have much to say about any of the photos but Kurt knew Rachel would have more than enough to talk about when they met.

"What are you doing?" Sebastian asked when Kurt clicked back to his tagged photo page and started scrolling forward through the years.

"Looking for pictures of us," Kurt said. He missed the way Sebastian straightened in his chair in anticipation. "There's no point of going through pictures you have no clue about when you'rethe one who is supposed to be talking me through them."

"Well in that case -"

"Hey!" Kurt said when Sebastian took the laptop from him. "What the hell?"

"Sh," Sebastian hushed him, his eyes intent on the screen. He moved his stool closer to Kurt's and their arms brushed when he set the laptop between them. "Here we are," he said, nodding towards the page he had opened. "Kurt Hummel and Sebastian Smythe over the years."

Bless this stupid websiteKurt thought when he saw something that looked like an updated version of Facebook's friendship page. There was a photograph of him and Sebastian at the top of the page with the captionMarriedwritten just beneath it. Sebastian clicked through to photos of them and scrolled back to open up the very first one.

It was a group shot; Kurt had his arms around another boy and there were three more people between him and Sebastian. "You know," he said. "You never did tell me much about how we became friends."

"Okay, so." Sebastian licked his lips, excitement practically radiatingoff him as he angled his body towards Kurt. "You know we met at a coffee shop right?"

"You might have mentioned it."

"Well. That was the beginning."

"Are you talking about the Lima Bean or -"

"Roasters."

"Roasters?"

Sebastian nodded, turning back to the laptop and furiously flicking through photographs. "We've got to have a picture of it -" he kept going through photographs but didn't stop talking. "Anyway – you were working an internship at Vogue -"

"Really?"

"You hated it," Sebastian said with a shrug. "It would stress you out so much by the end of the day that when we ran into each other, you'd take every ounce of your frustration out on me. It was fun."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure."

"You know it was," Sebastian said with a confident grin. "Deny it all you want, but you've always found our banter sexy."

"I have not." Kurt said firmly.

Sebastian's grin was impossibly wide by this point. "Cute," he said. "But you're forgetting that we're past the point of secrets now. You told me."

Kurt blushed, scowling. It wasn't fair that Sebastian knew him this well while all Kurt had of him in his memory was a cocky boy in a Dalton blazer intent on destroying the first relationship Kurt had ever had with a boy.

"Getting back to this," he said, pushing Sebastian's hand away from the keyboard and taking control of navigation.

So I've included links to pictures that were exactly like the scene played out in my head, I didn't want to dedicate paragraphs describing every picture so if you want something more visual, you can click on the links and substitutes the models faces with Kurt and Sebastian. Otherwise, feel free to ignore it.
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They went through picture after picture, stopping at ones that piqued Kurt's interest more than others. He didn't pay much attention to the shots of them kissing or posing for the camera with their arms around each other. The pictures that captured his attention more were candid shots, things like him and Sebastian bent over a piece of paper, both of their brows creased or photos where the two of them were just in the background, completely unaware that a camera was on them, hugging, just talking...

Most of the time, Sebastian had the answers to his questions; Where were we? Who is that? Were we datingby then? Is that my boyfriend? What was he like? Did you like him?

Sometimes, even Sebastian didn't know what they had been talking about in a frozen moment in time or why they had been laughing so hard. "I don't know. Because someone said something funny? That, or we were stoned."

Stoned was something Kurt seemed to be a lot in the pictures. The parties were endless and a lot of the earlier photographs of them were taken in dark rooms with hoards of people around them and drinks in their hands. Kurt had a hard time believing he would enjoy being intoxicated as much as he appeared to considering his history with alcohol. He voiced this thought to Sebastian who just laughed.

"Oh god, I forgot about how uptight you were before," he said. "No. You loosened up a lot more in the later years. I think your break up with Blaine kind of -" he stopped when he saw how Kurt had stiffened and backpedalled. "You became more open to different ways of having fun," he said.

Kurt chewed his bottom lip, eyes fixed on a picture of him half sprawled in Sebastian's lap, laughing so hard he was doubled over. He had seen Blaine in some of the pictures and he'd wanted to ask Sebastian about the relationship between him and Blaine – if things had been awkward, if Blaine had been angry at first that Kurt was friends with Sebastian, if their past had been a barrier or if they'd moved on easily.

"Kurt?"

"Hm."

"You can ask about Blaine if you want, you know."

Why do you have to know me so well?

"No," Kurt said, lifting his eyes to look at Sebastian. "Not right now."

Sebastian gave him a small smile. The mood had shifted around them; the playfulness seemed to have dissolved into something more serious. Even the pictures that were coming up now had a different feeling to them.

"What year is this -" Sebastian said, leaning closer to look at the date beneath the photograph. "Yeah. We were getting serious by that point."

Kurt could tell.

There was something about the way they were lookingat each other, the way they were touchingin these pictures that was more...intimatethan before.

It felt like he was intruding on something privateand considering how some of the shots were of them sleepingwrapped around each other, it wasprivate.

"Are all of our friends creeps?" he asked, his voice slightly irritated. He was surprised of how protective he felt of picture Kurt and picture Sebastian, how he felt the need to keep their relationship away from prying eyes.

"Yes." Sebastian replied with a laugh. "Everyone had a field day whenever they caught us acting like – well like a couple.I got taunted endlessly because you know the whole 'relationships aren't for me thing' kind of fell apart after I went and fell in love with you."

Kurt pressed his lips together, fighting the urge to shift away from Sebastian all of a sudden. He'd been fine until now, but these pictures made him want to turn away from the screen, to change the topic and go back to their bickering. The questions were still buzzing in his head though so he asked, "Why did we ever give them a chance to photograph us sleeping?"

"Well, these particular picturesare from our long weekend in Florida," Sebastian said, nodding towards the current picturesKurt was going through on the screen. "We were at Kate and John's wedding."

"Kate and John?" Kurt said with a frown.

"Kate's my cousin," Sebastian explained as Kurt continued to move through more pictures. "It was when I first introduced you as The Boyfriend to my family. Well, technically, my parents knew but this was like an official, non-official announcement. It was utter madness because Kate is exactly the kind of person that comes to mind when you think of 'crazy bride' – she was jumping down our throats to get stuff done and after a day of creating playlists and running around making sure orders were placed and invitations were sent out, we didn't give a fuck about falling asleep in front of people."

"Is this from their wedding too?" Kurt asked, staring at a shot of them dancing with their foreheads pressed together. "Yeah," Sebastian said with a nod. "I think Kate was the one who took that one."

Kurt stared at the photo for a long time, pushing himself to try and remember something, anything.

It was like looking at baby pictures. You can see how happy you are, you can see the adoration in the eyes of the people looking at you and you know that you must have been loved, must have felt safe and cherished but you can't remember any of it. No matter how hard you try, your memory draws a blank and all that happens is you try and come up with your own dialogue for the people talking to you, think of what you might have been thinking in that moment and try to fill in the blanks yourself.

"Do you – do you want to see ourwedding pictures?" Sebastian asked in a quiet voice.

Kurt didn't realize he had tears in his eyes until his voice came out sounding croaky. "No," he said, closing the laptop and standing up. "I can't. It's – too much."

Sebastian's face fell, he looked crushed but he swallowed and stood up too. "That's okay," he said softly. "No pressure."

Kurt suddenly wished his dad had still been around purely so he wouldn't have to be alone with Sebastian right now. The way Sebastian was staring at him made his face grow hot and he closed his eyes. "My head hurts," he said.

"You wanna lie down?" Sebastian asked.

"No."

"I could get you some painkillers?"

"No."

"Well -" Sebastian struggled with what to do and Kurt wished he could help him out, give him an answer but hedidn't know what he wanted either. "We could watch a movie," he said finally. "Unless it's going to make your headache worse. Then we can just, I don't know? Listen to music. But a movie would be more fun. We have Wicked – but wait, you don't like it. You always said that no one could beat the original cast. There's Really?, you love that movie. It just came out a year and a half ago and -"

"Sebastian," Kurt said, cutting off his rambling. Sebastian looked relieved at the prospect of having to shut up. Kurt managed a small smile, "Let's just order lunch for now."

See You Later =)

-SabrinaJ