Somebody call 9-1-1!
Kurt opened his eyes, speaking slowly. "I... I think that I remember..."
Blaine looked hopeful.
"...What landed me in this hospital..." Blaine's hope turned to pain.
"Are you sure, Kurt?" His eyes showed a tinge of hurt, "There's nothing else there?"
Kurt only had to lean forward a bit before his lips met his boyfriend's, forgetting that his supposed family was in the room with him.
"I remember you: How we met, the times we've spent together, even how you were caught up in the mess at the school." He looked at Blaine's eyebrow bandage. "I remember you bleeding on me before someone called for the ambulance."
Burt interrupted, "You remember him, but not your dad? Or Carole? Or Finn?"
Kurt looked away from his dad. "I think that I remembered Blaine because of his hands... He uses a specific lotion, and it smells like cucumbers." He smiled at Blaine, and continued. "Maybe that smell mixed with the pain from whatever happened at the school triggered the last thing that I saw in my memory."
He touched his temple, immediately sending waves of pain through his head.
"Gah! And I remember Karofsky getting me in the head." Kurt winced, and closed his eyes. "Karofsky..."
Everything that had happened between him and Karofsky came rushing back to Kurt all at once. The bullying, the kiss, the death threats... all of it just made him get a headache.
"You alright, sweetie?" Carole sounded close, and when Kurt opened his eyes she, Finn, and Burt were around the bed.
"I'm fine, I guess." He grabbed hold of Blaine's hand again, and held it tight. "I remember him threatening you after you tried to help him, a-and how he threatened my life, and--"
"Whoa whoa whoa," Burt pointed at his son, "that meat-head threatened your life?"
"Wait," Kurt thought for a moment, "I thought that you were my dad? Wouldn't I have told you about that???"
Burt shook his head, but couldn't get a word in before the doctor walked over to Kurt's bedside. "Son, what you're saying is a serious offense, whether it be a minor saying it or not. This other boy could get in a lot of trouble for what you just said."
"Well, I mean..." Kurt couldn't think straight. He looked to Blaine for guidance, "Please, could I be alone with Blaine for a little bit."
"Of course." Dr. Doctor, Kurt didn't know his name, lead everyone out, other than Blaine, of course.
"...Don't try to stand, silly," Blaine was trying to coax Kurt back into his hospital bed, "you might pass out or something. You never know."
"Thank you for that insight," Kurt swung his legs over the edge of the bed, back turned to Blaine, who giggled. "What?"
Blaine clasped a hand over his mouth to suppress any more giggles, but giggled through saying "It's a hospital gown; there's no back to it!"
Kurt turned red, and flipped back onto the bed. "This is serious, Blaine!"
"I know, I know..." His giggle fit was finally over with, his face turned to a hint of seriousness beneath his warm smile.
"If you know, then what am I supposed to do?" Kurt threw his right arm to his face, burying his nose into the bend of his elbow. Like a true drama queen, that part of him would always stay the same.
Blaine gave a heavy inhale, then sighed, "This isn't my battle, Queen Bee. I may be the head drone, but your decisions next may change the life of someone you don't really like.
"Not to mention," Blaine continued, "if you were to report everything--I mean everything--that has been going on between the two of you, David might even be labeled as a sexual predator or something..."
Kurt felt bad for a moment, but decided, "What if I don't tell them everything that has happened??"
"Kurtsie, that would be withholding information from either an official, or a police officer."
"Is that really all that bad? It's not like I'd be ly--"
"Lying?" Blaine caught on to what Kurt was trying to get at. "It would be worse than lying!" He held on to Kurt's hand again. "What if you don't tell them everything, he doesn't have to even leave your school, and this only gets worse?? Did you even stop to think about that?"
A single tear fell down Kurt's cheek. "As much as I may hate David Karofsky, I can't help but, well, feel for him, I guess..."
Blaine looked at him, dumbfounded that those words were coming out of Kurt's mouth.
"I mean," Kurt continued, "how good can you feel about yourself when you're a neanderthal football player, not good in school, a bully, and confused about your sexuality?"
"Did he knock loose some of your brain cells, Kurt? I mean, if this were to have happened to anyone else, his ass would be rotting in a jail cell, or something. I don't know..."
Kurt placed a finger on Blaine's lips. "Hear me out. You know what fighting fire with fire leads to? A bigger flame. I was showing that I was hurting and I tried bullying back. Maybe all he needs is another football player or two to accept him, and talk to him... Like Finn!"
Blaine jumped. "You remember Finn now??"
He closed his eyes again. "Yeah... I mean... He's almost my step-brother..."
Every memory that had to do with Finn came flooding back; every feeling, every fight, even when his dad kicked Finn out of their house for calling him "fag"...
...That's right... That was his dad. Burt Hummel. The man in the baseball cap.
"What do you mean 'almost step-brother'?" Blaine was trying to push the memories forward as much as he could.
"Dad..." Kurt teared up again. His whole childhood was back; his mom, her death, his father's acceptance, how supportive his father has always been. "He proposed to Finn's mom..." Another flash; the parent-teacher conference where Kurt forced Carole and his father together.
"Wow, really?" Blaine wasn't all that surprised, especially after seeing the two together the last few days in the hospital room.
Kurt nodded. "Mmm-hmm. They went into the school, and Dad proposed to Carole in the room they met in... Finn doesn't know yet because we were all going to surprise him after glee club and football practice..." His voice trailed off again as New Directions came to him. "Glee," he said, in a dreamy, trance-like voice. With that as the missing piece, everything else fell right into place for Kurt. He opened his eyes.
"Are you starting to remember things?" Blaine was leaning in, waiting to see if Kurt was alright, but received a huge kiss instead of a real answer.
Kurt pulled away, and beamed.
"I know what to do now, Blaine. Could you call everyone back in? We need to have a talk."