A/N: Brb crying.

Rating: Character death, K/G

Tomas sighed, bending down to peer into his father's clouded eyes.

"Dad?" he asked quietly, watching as the old man in front of him looked at him in confusion. "Dad, it's me. Tomas."

Blaine shook his head, still confused. Tomas sighed, pulling a chair up to in front of him.

"Do you want to play something?"

Blaine's face cleared, and he smiled delightedly, nodding. Tomas half-smiled back, setting up a chess board.

Tomas chatted quietly, Blaine merely nodding every now and then, focused on the game. Two hours, and a couple of games later, Tomas stood to leave, stooping over the older man to hug him gently and kiss his cheek.

"Bye dad." He mumbled softly, turning.

"Tomas?"

Tomas turned back, hope lighting up his eyes.

"Tomas, why are you here? Where's 'manda? Where's...oh..." Blaine said softly as realisation finally hit him, tears starting to fill his eyes.

"I'm sorry dad." Tomas said, leaning over to hug him again, rubbing his back soothingly as Blaine cried.

This was why Amanda never visited him anymore – she couldn't deal with it, couldn't deal with Blaine not remembering her, couldn't deal with the fall out once he did.

"Kurt's dead isn't he?" Blaine asked, his half-blind eyes scanning the room almost hopefully.

Tomas nodded against the top of his head, and Blaine's eyes filled again, sobbing against Tomas's chest. Tomas gave a small sigh – Kurt had been dead for three years now – and this ritual had been going on ever since. It was easier when he was alive – Blaine remembered more – made a bigger effort. Without Kurt, Blaine wasn't much.

After a few minutes, Blaine pulled away, smiling once more.

"Who are you?" he asked in confusion. Tomas half-smiled, wiping at his eyes.

"Bye." He whispered, striding quickly out of the room.

He'd keep visiting, because Blaine was his dad, but he wouldn't try to get him to remember anymore.

Blaine was better off without a memory, without having to relive Kurt's death every time he gained his memory back. Without having to remember how life was, and how much he'd lost.

Tomas nodded to himself.

It was for the best.

A/N: Claire's sitting in the corner quietly crying to herself :) We're about to go out for Macca's :D