Based on this AU and a continuation of this. Because it needed more, I'm impatient, and I needed to fix it.
Kurt practically sprinted into the hallway after Glee ended, chasing after the 'new kid' who was still delightfully confused by the exclamations of "holy shit" and "you've gotta be kidding me" and "this is some twilight zone shit right here" upon his arrival that received no explanation.
"Blaine!" Kurt called, catching up to the sweater clad boy halfway down the hall.
Blaine turned, a puzzled smile on his face at the sight of Kurt.
"Hi!" he answered brightly, scanning the boy in front of him quickly. Kurt stared at him, bewildered. "Um, did you want something?"
"Blaine...it's me. It's Kurt," he trembled. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening.
Blaine blinked at him, furrowing his brow slightly. "Sorry...I don't know anyone named Kurt."
"Blaine...please," he begged. "Please don't do this. It's me, it's Kurt, you know me, you..."
Blaine's brow furrowed even further, looking concerned. He shook his head slightly. "I...I don't. I'm really sorry, I..." he trailed off, looking lost.
Kurt huffed out a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut to hold back the burning in the back of his eyes. He brought a hand up and pressed the heel of his hand against his eyes, willing the tears back, not wanting to cry here in the middle of the hallway in front of the boy he loved who insisted he didn't know him and risk making an even bigger fool of himself than he already had.
"Are you...hey, don't cry," Blaine said, stepping forward and gently placing a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, I just...maybe you confused me with someone else?" he offered.
Kurt shook his head, turning away from Blaine. "Just forget it," he said, his voice trembling.
He could still feel Blaine's eyes on him, filled with worry that was just so Blaine, because really, who else would stand there and be concerned when a crazy person came up and started crying because a stranger didn't recognize them? It made Kurt's heart ache.
"I'm sorry," Blaine said again, looking slightly uncomfortable. "I don't know you. But, hey, um, you're in Glee club, right? I- well, even though Mr. Shue already let me in, he still wants me to audition for the group, for formality's sake. Would you want to maybe help me with an audition song?" Blaine offered, clearly trying to make Kurt feel better, change the subject and make Kurt feel like he wasn't the biggest idiot in the world, and it made Kurt want to hit him and kiss him at the same time for being so stupidly Blaine, the Blaine Kurt remembered and desperately wanted back.
"You don't have to pity me," Kurt muttered, feeling stupid despite himself.
"I'm not," Blaine insisted. "I don't really have any friends here at all, and I'd like to get my foot in the door in Glee, and you seem, um, nice," he replied, smiling for emphasis.
Kurt shook his head, still refusing to look Blaine in the eye, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to spend time with Blaine, even if he didn't remember him, because just being around him, for the first time in months (as far as his memory served him)...he started to feel just a little bit more whole again.
"Fine," he sighed.
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Kurt had formulated a plan over the past few days after inviting Blaine to his house that Saturday to work on an audition piece with him.
He was going to do everything he could to make Blaine remember. He had to. He couldn't do this, just sit by and watch the Blaine he loved and who had loved him walk around and pretend none of it had ever happened, even if Blaine genuinely believed it hadn't. Maybe it really hadn't, and Kurt was the crazy one, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try.
He'd spent a good hour rearranging his room before Blaine arrived, placing picture after framed picture of them around his room in obvious places. Since Blaine's appearance (or reappearance) Kurt had finally began to see the pictures the way the were again. He'd spent months trying to convince himself he was seeing things, the pictures really were just him, but now that Blaine had come back into his life, there was no way he could ignore the memories he knew were there. He lay his Dalton scarf casually over the back of the chair and set his corsage from Prom last year on his bedside table in the most obvious manner he could.
When Blaine had arrived, he'd walked into the Hummel-Hudson house and politely introduced himself to a bewildered Burt and Carole. Kurt hadn't bothered to stay and gauge their reactions, pulling Blaine upstairs by the hand and leaving his father at the front door muttering "You're kidding me. You've gotta be kidding me."
"Um, why do people keep doing that when they meet me?" Blaine asked as they entered Kurt's room, and Kurt held his breath as he shut the door behind him, watching Blaine walk around and take in the room.
When Blaine turned around, obviously unphased by his surroundings, Kurt sighed deeply, cursing himself for actually thinking something as simple as that would work.
"It's a long story," Kurt replied, walking over to his bed and sitting down, frustrated.
Blaine watched him for a long moment before forcing a polite smile and clapping his hands together. "Okay, so...you wanna get started?"
They sat there for an hour or so, going through playlist after playlist looking for the right song, Blaine dead set on finding the perfect audition piece while Kurt sought every opportunity to drop any hint he could, desperately hoping each time that would be the one to jog Blaine's memory, and failing every time.
Two hours later, Kurt was at his breaking point, having tried absolutely everything he could think of. He'd shown Blaine every song he could remember Blaine ever singing in Glee club, spit out random anecdotes, waiting for Blaine to recall being part of that memory, and nothing had changed.
"God dammit," Kurt finally snapped, slamming his laptop shut and effectively silencing Hey Monday's 'Candles' after Blaine had refused that suggestion as well, saying it just didn't feel right.
Blaine sat up, looking concerned as he watched Kurt get up and storm towards the windows, arms crossed.
"Kurt, I'm sorry, I really don't mean to be so picky, I just want it to be perfect..."
"We already tried Perfect and you didn't like that one either because 'P!nk isn't the best first impression'" Kurt hissed, knowing his voice was more than a little accusatory and halfway towards mocking, but he couldn't help it, he was so tired of this.
"You know that's not what I mean, I just want the song to be right, I didn't want to upset you-"
"I don't care about the song!" Kurt cried, rounding on Blaine, his eyes already red-rimmed. "This has nothing to do with a stupid audition song! This is hopeless!"
Blaine furrowed his brow, looking wounded. "Kurt..."
"Don't 'Kurt' me! You don't get to do that anymore because you don't even know who I am! I've tried everything!"
Blaine groaned, sitting up and turning away from Kurt. "Not this again," he sighed.
"Yes, this again!" Kurt yelled, stepping forward. "This isn't fair! Do you have any idea what I've been through? And you just keep sitting there all hopeless and clueless and it's killing me! It's not fair!"
Blaine stared at him, a deep frown set on his face.
"I think I should go," he murmured, reaching for his bag.
Kurt's anger immediately fell away, his heart aching. Blaine was giving up. This was his last chance, and he'd failed.
"Blaine...no, please," he pleaded.
"I'm sorry, I don't really feel comfortable," Blaine replied, his voice quiet, pulling on his coat and turning towards the door.
"Wait...wait!" Kurt cried, one more idea popping into his head as he ran towards his computer.
He ripped his laptop open with such force he was afraid he might actually snap it, but at the moment he couldn't care less.
With a couple clicks, a quiet melody filled the room before a woman's voice followed.
"You think I'm pretty without any make-up on, You think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong, I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down..."
Blaine froze with his hand on the doorknob, his shoulders tensing immediately. He turned slowly, his brow furrowed in a deep line, frowning from the computer to Kurt and back. Kurt stared at him, anticipation thrumming through him, making his heart race.
Blaine shook his head quickly, snapping himself out of whatever trance he'd been in before murmuring "I have to go," and turning, letting himself out.
Kurt stared after him, sucking in a shaky breath as tears filled his eyes.
That was it. That was the last trick he'd had. And it hadn't worked. Blaine really didn't know who he was. He'd lost him.
"No!" Kurt cried, stumbling out of bed and running down the hall and down the stairs after Blaine who was already at the front door and walking out towards the driveway. He wasn't giving up. Not that easy.
Blaine turned around in the driveway, looking hurt and angry and scared all at once. "Kurt, stop," he commanded. "You have to stop this. I'm sorry, I don't remember you. I wish I did, I really wish I could help you but I can't, you have to stop this!"
"No!" Kurt shouted, tears streaking down his cheeks. "I'm not giving up. I won't lose you, Blaine, not after everything! I fought too long and too hard to have you in my life. You are the most important thing that ever happened to me, and I refuse to give you up that easy! I need you, Blaine, I love you, and I'm not losing you without a fight."
"Kurt-" Blaine began, but Kurt didn't let him finish. He surged forward, grabbing Blaine's hand and tugging him towards him, crashing their lips together in a desperate, shaky, breathless kiss. It was fear and it was pain and panic and loss, and it was everything Kurt had left because Blaine was walking away from him...
Don't you dare walk away from me
He was going to lose him, after everything they'd been through...
This could be the end of everything
And he couldn't, he needed Blaine, he needed him, he was Kurt's world, his everything, and after everything he'd gone through to find him, he couldn't just give him up like that...
I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece, I'm complete
Kurt pulled away after a long moment, panting lightly, his eyes still squeezed shut, tears still running down his face and he bit back a sob, clinging to where he'd reached up to hold onto Blaine's shoulder, knowing he was probably about to be shoved away or yelled at or something worse, and he wanted to pretend, just for one moment longer that this hadn't happened, he hadn't lost the most important thing in the world to him, and that Blaine was still his.
But none of that happened. In fact, nothing happened. Kurt blinked, lifting his head a little.
Blaine stared at him, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open a little, his eyes searching Kurt's face frantically, looking horrified.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked quietly.
"Kurt..." Blaine breathed, his voice shaking.
"I- I'm sorry," Kurt began, pulling away a little.
"Oh my god, Kurt," Blaine sobbed suddenly, reaching out and yanking Kurt against him, clutching the other boy to his chest and burying his face in Kurt's shoulder, the arm wrapped around his waist gripping impossibly tighter as his other hand reached up to grip the back of Kurt's head, curling into his hair. "Kurt, oh my god, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt."
Kurt's heart surged in his chest as he pulled away sharply, just enough to see Blaine's face, keeping their arms wrapped around each other. "You remember me?" he asked breathlessly.
"Yes, oh my god, I'm sorry, Kurt, I'm so sorry," Blaine cried, tears running down his cheeks now too, shaking his head in horror as he stared at Kurt, drinking in the sight of him like he'd just come up from drowning. "I don't know how I...I can't...Kurt, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, oh god."
Kurt choked on a sob, a smile curling on his face so big it hurt, but he didn't care, it didn't matter, Blaine remembered him, after months of being alone and told he was desperate or pathetic or crazy, Blaine knew who he was, Blaine was holding him and he remembered, and Kurt wasn't crazy and he had Blaine again.
Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's neck, wrapping himself up in the other boy and burying his face in his neck, crying against him. "It's okay, it's okay, I'm right here, Blaine, it's okay," he murmured.
"I love you," Blaine gasped, clinging to him tighter. "I'm sorry, I love you so much, Kurt," he said again, the name spilling from his lips over and over again like a prayer.
"I love you too," Kurt answered, pulling back as Blaine did and letting Blaine tug him into a desperate kiss, moving against him frantically, wet and messy from the tears they were both crying, but it didn't matter because they were holding each other again, and Kurt didn't know what had happened or how, what they were supposed to do about it, but it that moment he didn't care, because finally, finally he had Blaine again. He wasn't alone anymore.
Just one touch, now baby, I believe, this is real, so take a chance and don't ever look back...
