Blaine started to wake on Sunday morning. For the first time in a week his back didn't hurt and he felt surrounded by the warm and welcomed feeling of being safe. Someone was slowly stroking his hair and he smiled at that, turning his head into the pillow. But he didn't meet the soft fabric of it, his nose meeting a strong body and the smell of man, lemon and Kurt hit his nostrils. Blaine quickly opened his eyes and carefully looked up. Kurt was watching him, patiently running his hand through Blaine's hair. Blaine's eyes locked with Kurt's and they just stayed wrapped into one another for a few more minutes, smiling and enjoying the intimacy.

"Hi." Kurt slowly whispered, afraid of breaking the charm of the moment, "I didn't want to wake you up; you looked so peaceful and calm."

Blaine just smiled and nothing more. He wasn't ready to get out of bed and give up on the moment. This was precious, this was one of the moments that he should cherish. He would never have thought he'd be able to share something like that with Kurt again and didn't know if he would again. So Blaine pushed his luck a little bit more.

"Blaine, baby?" Kurt waited to see if Blaine was listening before going on, "Baby, I'm starving here. Would you mind bringing me a granola bar if you don't want to cook?"

"Hum, breakfast in bed? Can I have a granola too?" Kurt smiled at his gorgeous boyfriend. Today was the day he wanted him to open up so any treat and trick would do.

"Sure, bring as many as you want and coffee as well. We are going to spend the morning in bed." At that Blaine extracted himself from Kurt and smiled wildly at him before going to the kitchen.

Kurt wanted to talk about lots of things. He had many questions but couldn't start with any one. Obviously Blaine wasn't completely comfortable around him and he didn't want to scare off his boyfriend. But he needed to know why or how his boyfriend had become this shy little thing. He also wanted to know more about his job and the magazine, or about their lives now that they were both in New York.

Blaine came back with the whole packet of granola bars, some fruits and two mugs of coffee. He settled the tray on the bed, helped Kurt to sit and fell at his side. He handed Kurt one of the mugs and waited to see if he'd done it correctly. When he saw Kurt beaming at him he relaxed and took a sip of his coffee as well.

"So, I want to know more," Kurt started, noticing that Blaine had stiffened immediately, "Tell me more about you."

Blaine stared at Kurt with a blank face. He had no idea how to answer that, no clue how to start. He tried to think about something, anything that could interest Kurt. But the truth was that his life was completely empty.

"What do you want to know?" Yes Blaine, answer with a question, smooth really, you seriously couldn't think of anything else?

"Let's see, hum. How do you take your coffee now?" Not the question Kurt wanted to ask but he knew better than blatantly attack his boyfriend with questions he wasn't ready for.

Blaine looked down at his mug, "The exact same way as before."

"The other day, when you were grading those tests, you told me a little bit about your job. I'd like you to talk to me about it, please." Kurt waited for Blaine to gather his thoughts, half praying that it wasn't a sore subject.

"I love my job, but I suck at it. There's nothing else to say about it, really." Kurt stayed silent at the admission, knowing that the silence would push Blaine to talk some more.

"I love the kids, well, some of them are pure evil, but I love them. And they are all expecting something from glee club and I have no idea what it is. I am completely lost and I am losing their interest and respect as well." Blaine couldn't look up. He had shared one of the things he was the most ashamed of in his life and he couldn't bear to look at Kurt and see all the disappointment in his eyes. Yes, he was horrible at teaching. Yes, he was terrible as a role model and he had just admitted it to one of the people whose opinion mattered the most to him. He knew that at any moment Kurt was just going to laugh at him, or tell him that it wasn't really a surprise that he was such a disaster at teaching. What Blaine didn't expect was Kurt soft voice and a comforting hand on his arm.

"Hey, it's okay to be a little lost. No one expects you to be perfect on your first try. Maybe brainstorming ideas with one of your friends at work could help you?"

Blaine was looking at Kurt with wide eyes and heard himself ask, "Which friend?" He winced at that. No, that was definitely not something he had wanted to say.

Kurt gently squeezed Blaine's arm to catch his attention again, "Or maybe we could brainstorm together?"

Blaine was so embarrassed. He had just admit that he was one of the most terrible teachers he had ever heard of, almost Will Schuester level, and Kurt, out of pity, just offered to help. Blaine didn't know where to look or how to react. This was not what he had expected for his morning in bed.

"How do you run a lesson usually?" Blaine was still avoiding Kurt face, and he settled on a magnificent sock on the floor instead of the man beside him.

"The lesson runs itself." Blaine whispered. This was getting worse and worse. He was just giving Kurt reasons to tell him what a failure he was. This was getting completely out of hand.

"You should ask Wes for his gavel then, you know to bang on the table or throw it at the kids." A smile appeared on Blaine's face before he started laughing and looked up at Kurt.

"Hi," Kurt whispered, still smiling and proud of his joke, "How about you give them something to focus on?"

"Like, like a theme?"

"Well, yes. I know Mr Schuester was not a great teacher but he always let us express our feelings and some of themes weren't so bad. It helped us focus on something and even if it got out of hand sometimes we still worked together as a group and got something done."

Blaine seemed to be thinking about it heavily. Kurt stayed silent and tried to reach one of the granola bars but failed completely.

"But what theme?" Blaine asked timidly.

"Maybe start with a wide subject like a song that they like to sing or that reflect their emotions at the moment." Kurt proposed.

"Yeah, I'll try that. Thanks." Kurt offered a smile and pointed at the granola bar. Blaine caught up quickly and put the packet between them.

"Is there anything else you wanted to know?" Might as well get it over with,Blaine thought.

"Talk to me about my job." Kurt grumbled between two bites.

"Hum, well you work for a fashion magazine and you write articles and reviews." Blaine didn't know much about Kurt's job and he hoped the brunette didn't expect too many details.

"Yes I know that. But I am good? Or who are my friends at work? Do I have my own office? Do I have an assistant?" Kurt looked way too happy at this idea.

"Hum, well. Yes, you are good. Your articles are well written and driven. You don't just throw opinions but you bring them with details and examples, you carry your reader with you and bring them exactly where you want so they see your point of view clearly but you let them established their own too."

"Oh well, thank you professor Anderson. What an elaborate critic." Kurt laughed lightly and took Blaine hands in his. He wanted some physical contact with the man. This morning before they woke up had been bliss and even if Blaine was slowly opening to him Kurt could still see the walls. What had happened to Blaine and to them to lead to this situation? "So I take it that you help me a lot to write my articles if you have an opinion that strong about it." It wasn't a question but Blaine felt the need to answer.

"I, I don't help you, no. You are really good, Kurt, and you don't need my help! But, hum, I have a portfolio at my place with all of your articles if you want to read them?"

Kurt beamed at that. Maybe the situation wasn't ideal, maybe he didn't get what was happening most of the time, but if Blaine kept all of his articles then potentially they had something to save here.

They spent the rest of the day in bed and in pyjamas, eating in the bedroom and watching movies. Kurt didn't push for more information and Blaine stayed at arm's length to Kurt so he could reach his hand whenever it was needed.

That night Blaine kissed Kurt goodnight on the lips before sighing and retreating to the living room.

Yep, Kurt thought, there is something to save here. So you just wait, Blaine Anderson, I'm coming to the rescue…. What a stupid thing I just thought, I'm going to forget that, yep, forgetting, I need some rest.

The begging of the week remained a routine of Blaine and his work, the nurse, TV and phone call to Burt. Kurt was also happy that Blaine didn't give up the goodnight kiss but he was ready to push it a bit more.

So on Wednesday night when a storm started Kurt jumped on the opportunity.

"Blaine!" It was past midnight and Blaine would be sleeping but Kurt didn't care. "Blaine!"

Blaine ran into the room and shoved open door.

"Yes? Kurt? What is it?"

"It's the storm, I'm not usually terrified by it but since the accident…" Kurt let the sentence hang in suspense and waited for Blaine.

"Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?" And jackpot, Kurt thought.

"Yes please."

So Blaine made his way into the bedroom and settled in the bed, close to Kurt.

"Could you somehow hold me? Please?" Blaine tilted his head and thought about it before putting Kurt lower on the bed and hugging him from his side. Blaine chest was flush against Kurt arm and Kurt could put his head under Blaine chin. They lay like that for a few minutes.

"Are you better? Do you need anything? Blaine asked, not knowing how to proceed. If Kurt wasn't in his casts he would have hugged him and maybe cuddles since they became touchier around each other.

"Oh, well, Professor Anderson, yes I do need something." Blaine brows furrow, Kurt didn't call him Professor just as a joke.

Kurt took Blaine's hand and lowered it, just above his waistband.

"I need you, Professor Anderson." Kurt turned his head and started kissing Blaine's neck. He licked Blaine jaw and lowered his head to suck lightly on Blaine's collarbone. Blaine was frozen but he was also feeling himself growing harder under Kurt's ministrations. Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine's hand and lowered it, placing their hands on his crotch. Blaine could feel Kurt's erection, he could feel lust and want from Kurt's body. Kurt kept licking and biting at Blaine's neck, using his hand to create some friction. Kurt let out a growl and Blaine snapped out of it. He jerked out of the bed and tried to hide his erection. It was pointless, he knew that Kurt had been able to feel his hard cock against his leg just seconds ago. Blaine blushed furiously and tried to contain himself.

He couldn't have sex with Kurt. He wanted it though. He wanted him so badly. His body was screaming at him to deny it. To deny Kurt and his hand and oh my god Kurt's erection under his hand. But he couldn't have sex with Kurt. He was already kissing him goodnight and being touchy with him. He was already too close to lose himself in the situation to add sex to the equation. He needed to get a grip on his feelings and to try not to screw up because of his libido.

"Hum, Kurt, I…"

"Save it, Blaine." Kurt tone was strict and icy, Blaine winced at it and looked down, "I know that with these horrible casts and this hideous bandage I'm not really attractive. But I thought that you could just… I don't know, ignore it!" Kurt sobbed, feeling utterly mortified and rejected.

"Kurt, no! You are sexy. Oh my god of course you are! I mean, hum, my body reacted pretty quickly at your lips on my neck so hum… yeah. You are sexy; you have no idea how sexy you are and how much I want you" Blaine Anderson, where the hell are you going with that? You just admitted that you wanted Kurt. This is a nightmare, "But, hum…"

"But you don't want to sleep with an invalid. I get it. Don't worry about me."

"No! Kurt, no, that's not it. I...You… I don't want to hurt you! I'm afraid I'm going to hit one of your casts or… I don't know… and that it will pain you. That's the only reason! It's not because you are invalid or not sexy, I swear."

Kurt wasn't looking at Blaine, not he would have known it because he wasn't looking either.

"So, when they remove my cast, it means that you'll sleep with me and have sex with me then? Right?"

"Yes." Blaine knew he shouldn't have answered. He had no intentions of having sex with Kurt. Not that his body would agree but for his sanity he couldn't. He was already pushing it and he knew it. He felt too comfortable living with Kurt and seeing him every day. His old feelings were creeping up and he knew it. He didn't want to acknowledge them, though. If you don't think or talk about it, it doesn't exist, right?

"I'm sorry I jumped on you like that."

"It's okay Kurt, really. I should have… We should have talked about it." Blaine didn't know what to say to make the look of rejection leave Kurt's face. He knew he was the reason for it and it pained him more than he wanted to admit. "So, hum, I'll just go back to sleep then. Goodnight Kurt."

"Night, Blaine."

The next morning, no one acknowledged the tension between them, and Anita certainly didn't say a word either. Blaine was driving Kurt to the hospital for a check-up and he also needed to talk to the doctor about Kurt's change of personality. 19-year-old Kurt had liked sex, of course, but calling him Professor and jumping on Blaine the way he did the night before was not something the old Kurt would've done.

The trip was silent and they arrived quickly at the hospital. One of the nurses at the front desk took their name and they made their way to the waiting room.

"Kurt Hummel!" Blaine stood up and pushed Kurt's wheelchair to the doctor's office.

"Hello, please take a seat." The doctor looked down at the file, "So we had some of the blood and scanner results. Everything is fine. You don't have any serious damage from the accident, aside from your memory loss. We should be able to remove the cast at the end of next week. You'll be able to make an appointment with my assistant at the front desk. Now, Mr Hummel, talk to me about your memory loss."

"There is nothing to say, really. Nothing happens. I don't even have feelings of deja-vu. It's depressing."

"Don't worry yourself too much. You've stayed in your casts and wheelchair since you got out of the hospital. You haven't had chance to trigger your memory. With the removal next week you'll have more liberties and maybe it will help. Do you have trouble sleeping?"

"That's the only thing that works for me at the moment to be honest."

"So… You sleep well?"

"Yes"

"Great, now I'm going to reduce your pills prescription, you won't need as much as before. Do you have any questions or did you notice anything that you want to bring to my attention?"

Kurt shook his head but Blaine did nothing, he wanted to talk to the doctor but couldn't in front of Kurt. He didn't want to scare him or make him believe that it had developed something.

"Hum, doctor, can I talk to you about something… but, hum, privately…without Kurt?" Kurt stared at him and then pouted.

"Yes, of course. Do you have any more questions, Mr Hummel, before I talk to Mr Anderson?"

"No, thank you." Blaine rolled Kurt outside and smiled apologetically as he closed the door behind him.

"So what do you want to talk about, Mr Anderson?"

"It's about Kurt. Most of the time, he is himself and he's sweet and compassionate, a bit bitchy and authoritarian but this is the 19-year-old Kurt I know. But sometimes, it's like he switches to this… hum, well… sex hungry person? I mean, hum…"

"You don't recognize the 19-year-old in those moments?" Blaine silently thanked the doctor for his quick understanding.

"Exactly."

"Was he like that before the accident? Sexually open; I mean?"

"I… I don't know. I am taking care of him because he doesn't remember our break up but I hadn't seen him in years before that. And that's not really something I asked his father." Both the doctor and Blaine winced at that, smiling knowingly.

"Well, if this was one the particularity of Kurt before the accident, it's not abnormal that it's showing now, even if he doesn't remember it. It's just his subconscious trying to fight to emerge. If this was a strong aspect of his personality before the accident it's perfectly normal that he's found it now. It's fighting against the old aspect of Kurt's personality but it's nothing to worry about. All of this will settle when he starts recovering memories."

Blaine nodded and thanked the doctor. He let himself out of the office to find Kurt in a very bad mood. They booked an appointment with the nurse at the front desk to remove the casts and Kurt's mood lightened a bit when they effectively settled it for the end of the week after.

The rest of the week remained the same, and nothing notable happened.

On Friday night Blaine entered the apartment with a wide smile on his face. He kissed Anita's cheek and offered a slice of cheesecake to Kurt. He then left the room almost dancing. Kurt and Anita laughed at that and waited for Blaine. When he re-appeared everyone settled on the living room, avid to know why Blaine was so happy today.

"It worked!" Blaine finally spoke, smiling widely at his audience.

"What worked, baby?" Blaine was too high on his bubble to flinch or panic at the pet name. He just answered franticly:

"The theme for my glee club class! It worked! I wasn't sure they'd listen to me to be honest. But today in class I actually sat and listened to them one by one singing their songs. It wasn't perfect and most of it was about sex but it's the closest to a lesson that I ever managed!"

"Oh my god!" Kurt clapped happily, "Blaine, this is fantastic! You must be so proud and feeling so rewarded! You worked so hard for this."

"And this is all thanks to you, Kurt." Blaine was blushing at the admission. Anita was sitting in her chair, watching them interact. "So, I was thinking, if you want to, tomorrow we could, go out? And we'd do anything you want, make a day of it?" Blaine was now furiously blushing. He felt like a teenager who was asking his crush on a date. But you kind of are asking your crush on a date, Blaine, he thought to himself. He pushed the idea and waited for Kurt to answer.

"I'd love to go out with you tomorrow, Blaine." Kurt said softly.

Blaine's smile grew wider. He had a date with Kurt tomorrow.

No, he was just going out tomorrow, with Kurt. It wasn't a date. He couldn't go out on a date with his almost-boyfriend who thought they were already in a committed relationship.

Kurt spent all night on Blaine's computer, typing furiously and trying to be efficient with one valid hand. Blaine had offered to help but Kurt wanted it to be a surprise, so Blaine let him fight with the computer.

The next morning, Kurt and Blaine were making their way into West Village. Kurt had printed a plan so Blaine would be able to direct them without knowing where they were going. They stopped in front of a little coffee shop called Café Cluny. They chose a table in the back of the shop but beside the window. It was a French Coffee shop so they ordered a Brioche French Toast and some croissant along with their coffees.

They were still waking up and Kurt had been adamant that they couldn't eat before leaving. So they settled comfortably in the warmth of the coffee shop, inhaling the scent of fresh coffee and pastries. They were silent until the waitress came back and placed their order on the table.

"So what is the program for today?" Blaine moved some croissant closer to Kurt with his mug and some brioche.

"Well, I don't know if I should tell you. I like knowing that each destination today is a surprise for you." Kurt smirked and sipped his coffee happily. He let himself enjoy the taste of coffee and chocolate before locking eyes with Blaine.

"Are those destinations places you used to go in your beginnings in New York?" It was a safe question. Blaine and Kurt both knew that Blaine hadn't been in New York during Kurt's first year, it could also be misinterpreted as a question to trigger Kurt's memory.

"No, I really wanted some French food and I had no idea where to go. Google amicably put this place on the first page."

They proceeded to eat the croissants and the rest of the brioche.

When they finished they took a taxi to go to Central Park. It was a cool day and Blaine made sure that Kurt wasn't freezing. Kurt made them turn a lot and finally find the spot he wanted to be. They settled and Kurt showed Blaine a little coffee maker. Blaine bought two and brought them back; it would keep their hands warm. They talked and laughed a lot.

Blaine couldn't remember the last time he had been so happy. It was easy with Kurt. Everything was easy. He could let everything go. Nothing mattered anymore when he was surrounded by Kurt's laughter. He could become addicted to it. Addicted to feeling safe and protected, taken care of and supported. He didn't felt like a ghost, like someone that you didn't really look at or listen to. With Kurt he was important, his opinion mattered and Kurt had showed him that he could ask him for help. Blaine was happy, simple as that.

He couldn't help but think that this day was like a date. A beautiful date, but one that could only be called that in his head. He wanted it to be a date; he wanted this day to be a date and to be able to ask Kurt out once again. He wanted to kiss him at the end of the date and not just at night before sleep. He wanted to kiss him during the day, and keep kissing him. He wanted to hold his hand and smile at him knowing that it wasn't just for the pretence.

Blaine froze. He couldn't think like that. The Kurt he had in front of him didn't remember his past. Blaine was here just because Kurt's memory granted him time. He shook his head out of his reverie.

"You weren't listening, were you?" Kurt asked knowingly. Blaine glanced at him and saw the smile Kurt was sporting.

"No, I wasn't. Sorry. Where to for lunch?" Blaine laughed timidly at the admission.

"I have to confess something." Kurt played with the hem of the blanket he had on his lap, "where we are eating today, there is a little stage. And I thought that maybe you could sing for me? It will not be as personal as having someone scrutinizing you; I'll just be a face in the crowd… Please?"

Blaine gulped audibly and stood up. He took the sheet to direct them to the place they would be having lunch. He didn't answer Kurt's question immediately, not knowing if he would be capable of singing in front of Kurt, no matter how lost in the crowd he would be.

"Do they have a piano?" Blaine whispered

"I think they do, yes. Why?"

"Can we make a deal? I don't feel like singing, I'm…I'm not sure about…But hum, if you want I can play something on the piano for you. It would still be performing, so would it be okay?"

Kurt looked like he was thinking through it deeply. He nodded and continued to talk. They arrived shortly at the restaurant. Indeed they had a piano. Blaine asked their waitress if it would be possible to play it and she happily approved, telling that he just needed to sign the sheet at the bar and they would call him when it was his turn.

They spent one hour sitting side by side and looking at the people singing on stage. They weren't all good and Kurt's bitchy remarks made Blaine laugh more than once. They were practically sitting in each other lap, well, as much as the wheelchair let them. Their shoulder and arm were flush together, and Kurt leaned closer every time he wanted to say something.

When Blaine heard his name Kurt took his hand and placed a kiss on it before letting him go. Blaine sat at the piano and closed his eyes. Just like that time at Jeff and Nick's bar, he just needed to stop thinking and let the music take him. It wasn't as easy this time, he didn't know what emotions had led to the moment, it wasn't in the spur of the moment and it wasn't driven by some incontrollable emotions. Slowly Blaine open his and saw Kurt, their eyes locked and Blaine knew exactly why he was on stage, and what emotions had taken him there. He started playing and never stopped looking at Kurt.

When the song came to an end, Kurt's face was glowing. Blaine heard the loud clapping of the restaurant, but didn't look at the clients. He got back to his seat and looked at Kurt.

"Thank you so much. It was beautiful. I've wanted to hear you play since I got out of the hospital." And with that Kurt took his hand and didn't squeeze it or let go. And then Blaine realized that Kurt was just holding his hand, like any people on a date with someone they like. Blaine took Kurt's chin in his hand and made him turn his head. Kurt looked at him and smiled, waiting for something to happen. Blaine leant closer and kissed Kurt softly. They just locked lips and appreciated the pressure of the other for a few seconds. Then Kurt took Blaine's lower lip between his and sucked it. They kissed more forcefully and Kurt's hand flew to Blaine hair, letting his hand go. He pulled him closer and attacked his lips once again. They broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together.

Blaine had let go and let himself feel like it was a date. They was no turning back now. He was once again falling hard for Kurt, knowing that he signed himself up for heartbreak.

"Anything for you, Kurt. Anything."

And Blaine knew that it was the truth. He would do anything for the beautiful man in front of him.