Blaine stood outside of Kurt's apartment, grasping a bouquet of red roses in one hand and holding his other hand up to knock on Kurt's door. He didn't knock, though, not yet. His heart was in his throat and his palms were sweaty. He didn't know why he was so nervous; this had been his apartment too at one time. Plus, Kurt had been nothing but wonderful since he woke up from his coma. Kurt had even asked him to move back in.

So why was he internally freaking out?

He let his hand fall and took a long breath through his nose. He should have told Kurt as soon as Kurt brought it up that he wanted to move back in with him. He should never have let the discussion sit unanswered. It was just that so much had happened at once.

One moment, he was B, an android in love with his owner and lucky enough to miraculously have that love returned. And the next moment, he was Blaine Anderson waking up from a coma and remembering a whole life he had forgotten, and afraid that with everything he'd gained, he might have lost the one thing he wanted most: Kurt.

But Kurt had asked him weeks ago when he was moving back in. Kurt had made it a point to be there for him during his recovery. Kurt had never done anything to let him down, so why had he been so reluctant to tell Kurt he wanted to move back? To say, Yes, Kurt, yes. Wherever you are, that's where I want to be too.

Blaine closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose and thinking back over the last few months. Kurt had been there for him every step of the way, as his cheerleader, his confidant, and his support. Kurt loved him.

Didn't he? Kurt had loved B, but now...

Blaine had only ever stalled the conversation about moving back in because… Because… Even though he loved Kurt more than words could say, he was scared.

Blaine had never been good at romance, and Kurt deserved the very best, and what if the person Kurt wanted wasn't here anymore? He felt like the same person. He remembered every moment with Kurt as B, and he wanted many many more moments. For Blaine, there wasn't really a difference between him now and him as B. Sure, he remembered more about his life now, but he was the same person. He just hoped Kurt saw it that way.

Blaine had spent the last few weeks back at home in Ohio with his parents, and during that time away from Kurt, worry started to build up - the worry that maybe he wasn't good enough for Kurt, the worry that Kurt wouldn't be able to love who he was now - until the feeling just festered inside of him and grew into fear.

He spoke to Kurt everyday on the phone, but it wasn't the same as seeing his expression as they talked, or holding his soft warm hand, or kissing his even softer lips. Everything about Kurt was brighter and more real now that he was human. He could feel him better, like his senses were heightened, and it was almost overwhelming. Blaine had missed him while he was away.

Blaine just wanted things to go back to the way they had been. Well, not exactly the way they had been. Blaine was so happy to be himself again, to be Blaine Anderson. He'd missed his life and his family, and as a human, he had so much more to offer Kurt than he did as a droid.

He just needed to talk about all of this with Kurt. Stop second-guessing, stop trying to figure out what Kurt was thinking. Just talk to him. It was going to be okay. He lifted his hand again, gripping the dozen red roses, and knocked.

Once B woke up from his coma, everything had changed quickly for Kurt. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson flew in, and Kurt was nervous to meet them. They were his boyfriend's parents, when just days ago he didn't even know his boyfriend had parents. He ended up being nervous for nothing, though. They were mostly preoccupied with seeing their son, and the few times they did speak to Kurt, Mrs. Anderson called him "the boy who has been taking care of our Blaine". Both of B's parents were gracious towards him, but distracted by visiting the son they had all but given up hope on.

A lot of Blaine's old friends came to see him as well. Even Sebastian Smythe came by one afternoon. Kurt had been sitting by B's bed and holding his hand when Sebastian came in. Making eye contact with B and shuffling his feet, Sebastian asked for some time alone with Blaine. Kurt had clenched his jaw and looked down at B, who just smiled and nodded.

"He's my friend, Kurt," he explained, so of course Kurt had left the room to give Sebastian his reunion.

He sat in the living room with Cooper, who was turning out to be one of Kurt's favorite people, and waited. He couldn't help but wonder what the two of them were talking about. He tried not to be jealous when Sebastian didn't leave for hours or when Kurt went back to B's room to find them both smiling and a little teary-eyed. Or when Sebastian hugged B goodbye tightly, taking too long for Kurt's liking.

When Sebastian was gone, Kurt sat back down next to B, watching his face closely. "You missed him."

B smiled up at Kurt, wiping at his eyes. "Sebastian has been blaming himself for what happened to me for two years. It was good to show him I'm going to be fine, and to tell him it wasn't his fault."

Kurt nodded.

"And… Yeah, I really did miss him."

Kurt's breathing hitched, and he looked down at their clasped hands.

"I don't love him," B said, and Kurt glanced up to meet his eyes. "I mean … not in the way you're worried about. Probably more like how you love Rachel."

A soft smile covered Kurt's face as he blushed, feeling silly over his jealousy. "Oh."

"You had to have known that."

Kurt shrugged. "I love you, but… I'm still getting to know you as Blaine, and I don't know what things were like between you and Sebastian before we met."

"Things between Seb and I weren't romantic, hadn't been for years. I don't think of him like that," B assured him, tugging on Kurt's hand so he would come closer. "Come here."

Kurt leaned down, and B kissed him softly, carding his hand through Kurt's hair. Kurt's whole body relaxed. B was right; he knew he had nothing to worry about.

Kurt had to remember that while B had been out for a few terrifying days for Kurt, Blaine had been in a coma for over two years, and people had missed him, and mourned him and now finally had him back again. Kurt needed to give these people, Blaine's family and friends, room and time to see Blaine and celebrate with him. He had to give B time to reacquaint himself with his old life.

Burt came by Cooper's apartment every day before he had to get back home to his shop and Carole. B was always excited to see him, and Cooper treated him like some kind of hero. Kurt loved seeing his dad get along so well with the Andersons, since this family was suddenly so important to Kurt.

When Burt hugged Kurt goodbye at the airport a week after Blaine woke up, Kurt couldn't help but hold him a little more tightly than necessary.

"What's wrong, bud?"

"Just… Thank you. For coming, for helping."

"I didn't really do anything."

Kurt shook his head in disagreement. "I couldn't have gone through all of that alone."

Burt frowned. "I can stay a little longer if you need me to."

"No," Kurt laughed. "Go home to Carole. I… I have B."

Robert and Pamela Anderson stayed in New York for over a month to be with their son, and between them and a lot of friends from B's old high school and from NYU, Cooper's apartment was often crowded. Kurt felt out of place and in the way, but every time he started thinking maybe he should go and leave B alone for a little while, B would look around for him, hold out his hand and wait for Kurt to come back over and take it. He always breathed in relief when Kurt did. Kurt wasn't sure what B was so afraid of, but he was more than happy to stay by his side as much as possible.

Kurt met so many of B's friends and family those first few weeks that it'd been a little overwhelming, even if it was wonderful to see how well loved B was. At the end of a particularly long day of visitors, Cooper was shuffling everyone out of the apartment, saying that only family could stay. Someone, Kurt had forgotten his name, a friend from Blaine's NYC days, asked if Kurt wanted to share a cab, since they were being asked to leave. Kurt froze, looking back at B, who was already nodding off in bed.

"Actually, Kurt is family," Cooper said, putting both of his hands on Kurt's shoulders and then leading him back to sit next to B.

"I don't want to be any trouble," Kurt whispered as he watched everyone else leave.

"Trust me, there will be more trouble if Blaine wakes up and finds you aren't here."

Kurt smiled, and instead of sitting next to B, he crawled up next to him in bed, ready to be there when he woke up.

Kurt had gotten permission from NYADA to take a short leave of absence, and he spent that time practically living in Cooper's apartment, letting B have space to be with his family and friends, but always nearby if he was needed. When it was time to go back to school, he thought about postponing until next year. How was he going to focus at school when B was recovering from a two-year-long coma?

"I was thinking," Kurt said, tracing patterns on B's hand one afternoon. "Maybe I should hold off going back to NYADA."

"What?"

Kurt looked up at B's surprised face; he was sitting up in bed and looking so much better than he had when he first woke up, his eyes bright and his face fuller.

"I mean… You're recovering, and I want to go to all of your physical therapy sessions, and-"

B looked upset, shaking his head vehemently. "No, Kurt. You are about to graduate. I hate that you've had to take any time off because of me at all."

"I don't mind."

"I do," B insisted. "Go back to school. Finish up the year. Please."

Kurt had agreed, but still made as much time for B between school and work as he could. He met up with him for most of his physical therapy sessions, even if it was hard to watch B struggle and feel pain just to get his basic functions back. Kurt brought him dinner from some of his favorite places since he wasn't really up and about very much, but still needed to gain some healthy weight. He even slept over sometimes, curled next to B and waking every few hours to make sure B was still there and safe and well. Those interrupted nights next to B still provided a better night's sleep than the times Kurt went back to his apartment alone and had to sleep in their bed without B at all.

The day that B's physical therapist told him he could start walking around without his crutches had been a huge celebration. Kurt had flung his arms around him and pressed their lips together, and B wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, holding him tight. It was their most heated kiss since B had woken up and Kurt was breathing hard and left wanting more when they pulled apart.

They saw each other all the time and were always trading little glances, and touches and kisses, but it hadn't gotten back to where they'd been before. Kurt often wanted to press B down on his bed and explore every inch of this newly discovered human body with his lips; the trouble was that Kurt was scared of hurting him. B was getting stronger all the time, and was starting to look more and more like the B Kurt knew, but he was still weak and human and recovering now.

B flopped down on the couch in Cooper's living room next to Kurt after a long day of exercise and training with his physical therapist.

"This is exhausting. My legs haven't been used properly in two years and they won't behave how I want them to. I used to run, you know, and they were strong and sure. Now… God, I'm tired all the time. It shouldn't be this hard."

Kurt watched B winch as he stretched his arms over his head, he grabbed a sofa pillow and put it in his lap, motioning for B to rest his head there. B smiled at him and lay down while Kurt started rubbing soft circles over his temple. B's eyes fluttered closed and he sighed in contentment.

"You may be tired, but you're doing so well, B. Getting better and stronger."

"It's frustrating." B opened his eyes and looked up at Kurt. "As a droid, I could walk fine and I felt strong and didn't get tired as easily, this… This feels like a step backward. It feels like a lot of steps backwards."

Kurt's stomach clenched. This was the first time he'd heard B say something about missing being a droid, and it made Kurt ache a little. Maybe he was being selfish, but as much as he'd wholeheartedly loved B as a droid, he was so grateful he was human now. Someone to grow old with and who now had this whole full, rich life.

Kurt frowned and brushed his fingertips over B's forehead. "I know it must feel that way," he said sympathetically, "but you wouldn't want to go back to being a droid, even if you could, would you?"

"It wouldn't even be possible." B yawned. "No one can figure out how I connected with the B line droid in the first place. It shouldn't have worked really. And… I guess it is nice to be me again." He smiled up at Kurt, and Kurt's heart fluttered like it had wings.

"You were always you." Kurt leaned over to plant a kiss on his forehead. "You were always the man I love, even before I knew I loved you."

B lifted his hand and rubbed his thumb across Kurt's lips before letting his hand fall and closing his eyes again. As Kurt continued to rub his head, he watched B rest and his heart hitched a little. He loved him so much.

"When are you moving back into our apartment?" Kurt asked suddenly, and arched a brow when B's eyes shot open to look at him. "I miss you. I know we see each other every day, but…" Kurt stopped talking, looking at the stunned expression on B's face. "I mean… That is, if you want to move back. I still think of it as our apartment, and we get it for a whole extra year, since Tracy has decided to stay in Florida longer… but I don't know if you are planning on staying with Cooper or… or getting a dorm room when you go back to NYC in the fall. I just thought- I thought…"

B's lips turned up in a smile at Kurt's rambling. He sat and faced him, honeyed eyes sparkling. "I just recently started walking on my own again, Kurt."

Kurt nodded and swallowed, feeling nervous. He had assumed too much.

"And I need to go home and visit my parents in Ohio, even though they were just here and … when I come back…" B looked away for a moment, and Kurt couldn't read his expression, but his jaw was tight and he almost seemed nervous. "Can we talk about it then?"

Kurt smiled, even though his heart was pounding too hard. He knew B had this whole other life now, and it was a good thing, but he'd always pictured B coming back home to their shared apartment. Every night he was there alone, he'd think about when B would be coming back. He hadn't even considered that B might have other ideas.

"Of course. We'll talk about it then," Kurt said, watching B lean against the back of the couch; Kurt rested his head on his shoulder and linked their fingers together. Maybe things weren't going at the speed Kurt thought they would, but B was well worth the wait.

When Blaine left for Ohio, Kurt dove into schoolwork in a way he'd hadn't been doing in the past few weeks. It wasn't as though Kurt had no life outside of B, it was just after being so concerned about him for so long, it was hard for Kurt to lose the little control he had and have B go off and stay with his parents.

B called every day, and he sounded happy and well, and that gave Kurt some relief, but as his return to New York drew near, Kurt found he was anxious. What if B came back and said he wasn't ready to live with Kurt again? What if he wanted his independence? B really only started living with him in the first place as Kurt's droid, and he might want more freedom and space now. Or maybe he'd think they were moving their relationship too fast. Kurt was suddenly struck by what B had said about walking; this seemed like a step backwards for them as a couple, and Kurt hated that.

If he wasn't careful, Kurt would wear himself out thinking of all the reasons why B wouldn't want to come back to their apartment. Maybe he'd gone the wrong way about asking him? Instead of assuming B's return, he could woo him a little bit. B deserved some romance.

He was putting away some groceries the evening before B was coming back to New York, and thinking about how he should ask B to move in with him. Kurt could make it romantic, show him that it was because he wanted to live with his boyfriend. Make B feel special.

Kurt was pulled from his thoughts by a knock at the door. He wasn't expecting anyone, but it could be Rachel making one of her surprise "check on Kurt to make sure he's okay" visits. When he opened the door, he stood frozen on the spot, finding B standing on the other side, a wide smile on his face and a bouquet of red roses in his hands.

"B!"

"Hi." B smiled at him almost shyly.

"How… How are you here?"

"I came in a day early," Blaine shrugged, and his grin grew as he bounced on his feet a little. "I missed you."

Kurt glanced at the beautiful flowers and then back at B before wrapping him up in a tight hug, kissing his neck. "I missed you." He didn't want to let B go, but the bouquet was sticking him in the back the way B was hugging him, so he made himself end the hug, taking the flowers and grinning widely. He went to the kitchen to put them in a vase as B wheeled in his suitcase.

"Did you just come from the airport?"

B nodded. "I couldn't wait to see you. I wanted to ask you…" He swallowed rather nervously.

"You wanted to ask what?" Kurt said, arranging the flowers, body more relaxed than it had been since B left for Ohio. It felt so right to have him here.

"I... Um. I need to talk to you."

Kurt bit his lip, but tried not to look nervous. Why did the phrase I need to talk to you always sound like bad news? "Okay," Kurt nodded. He lifted the vase of roses and walked into the living room, B following him. He set the flowers down on the coffee table and waited for B to join him on the couch.

B sat down, leaning on over with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped. He was quiet for a long moment, before letting out a heavy breath. Kurt couldn't help but hold his. He crossed his arms in front of him, hanging onto his elbows, the way he knew he did as a defense mechanism, ready for the bad news it seemed B was about to drop into his lap.

"So… Where do we go from here?" B finally asked, looking from his hands to Kurt.

Kurt shook his head, confused. "I don't understand."

"I mean… You were dating B before and I've been assuming that you still want…" He cleared his throat. "I mean, if you are just hanging around to help with my recovery, I would understand. This must be weird for you. Different. Because... I'm not the same… I'm not..." B stumbled to a halt, his explanation falling short.

Kurt's mouth dropped open, and his stomach churned as realization of what B was trying to say hit him. Did B really think Kurt was just humoring him? That he didn't want him anymore because he was human? That he saw B as someone different now?

"B, do you really not understand how I feel about you?" Kurt asked passionately as he reached for B's hands with a lump in his throat. B's golden eyes bore into him, and Kurt met his gaze. "I love you."

"You loved B…"

"You are B!" Kurt said incredulously, not believing his ears.

"Yes. I know I am… But... I'm Blaine too, and you always call me B, and I want to be that guy you fell for, but there… There is more to me now, and-"

Kurt couldn't listen to this anymore. How could B be confused about this? He surged forward, taking B by the shoulders and kissing him until B slumped in his arms, resting his palms on Kurt's waist and kissing him back. When Kurt pulled away, B's cheeks were flushed and his eyes dark, glancing back and forth from Kurt's eyes to his lips.

"I love you," Kurt insisted. "I love you as B. I love you as Blaine. I love you as both. I just love you. All of you. And… I didn't know calling you B bothered you. It's just what I'm used to, but I know you're Blaine. I'll call you whatever you want." Kurt felt a little breathless, hoping he was saying this right.

Blaine smiled and looked down at his lap before glancing back up at Kurt through his eyelashes. "I like that you call me B. It's special that you have a name for me that other people don't use." He leaned forward and bumped his forehead against Kurt's. "I just don't want you to feel like you have to stay with me because I'm recovering or because we were together before."

"Don't be ridiculous, B," Kurt said seriously, hands on B's shoulders, making their way to cup the back of his neck. "I'm with you because I love you. I…" Kurt huffed out a frustrated breath. "I don't know how to be any clearer about this."

B smiled, and it slowly grew until his whole face was lit up. "I love you too, Kurt. So much. And... We're still boyfriends?"

Kurt rolled his eyes playfully. "Obviously."

B chuckled, leaning back to wipe at his eyes a little, and then stood up on shaky legs, holding his hand out for Kurt. Kurt looked at it curiously before taking it and following him out of the room.

"I want to show you something," B said, and led him to his old room, where he had a keyboard set up against the wall from when he used to take music classes at the learning annex. B sat down on the piano bench and patted for Kurt to join him. Kurt slid in, leg pressed up to B's, knee to hip.

B's hands were trembling a little as he set his fingers on the keys, but his smile was sure. "I call this Kurt's Song," B whispered, and started playing.

Kurt could hardly breathe. The melody was rich and soulful, and as B continued to play, it swelled with emotion, bringing tears to Kurt's eyes, before turning to something lighter, happy and free and full of joy. The notes of the song danced through the room, and Kurt watched B play, eyes closed and a smile on his lips as he put all of himself into the melody. Kurt was in awe.

When he was done playing, B rested his fingers on the keys as he let out a deep breath, the room still echoing with the feeling of the song. He turned to Kurt, not quite meeting his eyes.

"B…" Kurt sat in amazement, trying to find the right words. He wiped his teary eyes. "That was beautiful. It was so… I can't even-"

"That's how I feel about you," B said softly, glancing up to meet Kurt's eyes. "I started writing it as B, and I finished it as Blaine, because every version of me loves you, Kurt."

Kurt could only let out a joyful laugh and throw his arms around B, kissing him.

B put his hands on either side of Kurt's face and kissed him back, murmuring as he did. "I love you, Kurt." They pulled apart, and Kurt couldn't help but keep smiling.

"I love you too."

"I want to move back in. If you still want me to?"

Kurt looked him in the eyes. "Yes," he nodded immediately, his eyes round. "Please."

B sighed and relaxed his shoulders. "Then I'd really like to come back home."

Kurt just grabbed both of B's hands and tugged him off of the bench and back to their bedroom. One they got there, Kurt did what he'd been wanting to do since Blaine woke up. He kissed B down onto the bed, forgetting all of his romantic plans of trying to convince B to move back in with him in favor of showing B what a good decision he'd made.

Kurt pressed his lips softly against B's and then trailed down his neck, slipping his hands under his shirt as B shivered and let Kurt undress him slowly. Kurt kissed each new inch of bare skin as he revealed it, loving all the tiny shivers and moans that were new since the last time they'd done anything like this. It must feel different to B now. This was the first time they'd gone this far with B as a human. Kurt had never had his warm human skin under his fingers, goosebumps where Kurt kissed him and fine hair on his stomach as Kurt lavished love on every part of him. It made everything that more intense.

B only made him stop so that Kurt could take off his own clothes. "I... I want to see you," B panted, and soon Kurt was lying on top of him on the bed, naked skin against naked skin, breath mixing together as they moved and explored one another.

Kurt was sure to keep things slow and soft and sweet. B was still recovering, and Kurt wouldn't do anything to hurt him. It was B who wanted to go fast. He was whining and needy. Sex had always been amazing between them before, but now he felt even closer to B, like the two of them were just one person moving together and loving each other.

"I love you, Blaine," Kurt breathed as he started to place open-mouthed kisses to B's neck.

B gasped and bucked on the bed, needing more of Kurt. "I- I love you."

They didn't last as long as Kurt would have wanted, with both of them so desperately needing the other, but Kurt still thought it was perfect. Coming with the man he loved wrapped in his arms, his own name on B's lips. When they both came down, Kurt grabbed his discarded undershirt to clean them off and pulled the covers up over their bodies as B started to shiver, a fine layer of sweat over his skin. This was another pleasant new development of being with a human B.

B nestled his heavy head on Kurt's chest and clung to him as Kurt smiled up at the ceiling, wanting to kick his feet out in excitement, but instead, he let his loose, content body sink into the mattress with B's warm body over him. Kurt placed a soft kiss to B's head and B murmured something unintelligible, and they both fell asleep.

Kurt woke up the next morning with B wrapped around him, arms holding Kurt, legs tangled together and B's face tucked into Kurt's neck. Kurt was lazily scratching B's back, curling his fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and breathing in the scent of his sleeping boyfriend.

His stomach growled, and he realized they hadn't even eaten last night. Kurt was getting warm with B's weight on top of him, but he wasn't going to move yet. Even as he started to sweat a little with B radiating heat, Kurt just smiled. It was one of the many things that had changed about B. He was always so warm now, Kurt's personal space heater.

Kurt knew as they went into the hot summer months, there would be nights where he would have to roll B off of him to have any chance at sleep, but for now, he was happy having B so close, feeling his breath ghost over his skin and his heart beat a steady rhythm against his chest.

B eventually woke up with a lazy yawn, and looked up at Kurt with bright hazel eyes. "Good morning."

"Good morning."

B scooted up and kissed him, instantly awake and alert. "What were you thinking about just now?"

"Just that I had the whole afternoon planned for us today. We were going to go to Coney Island and ride a ferris wheel."

B's eyebrows shot up in excitement. "But not anymore? I would love to!"

Kurt could help but laugh at B's excitement. "No, we can still go if you want. I was just wondering…"

"Anything, Kurt," B said, leaning down, brushing his fingertips down Kurt's cheek before kissing his neck, making Kurt giggle and then moan. "Anything you want."

"Mmmm…" Kurt sat up in bed, and B followed suit. "We need to scratch 'Finish writing Kurt's song' off of your list."

B smiled brightly. "And move all my things into this room. I mean, my old room can just be an office or guest room now, don't you think?"

"Yes, and we should get your stuff from Cooper's," Kurt nodded.

"But what were you wondering?" Blaine asked with a smile. "Did you want to ask me something?"

Kurt brushed some curls from B's face. "I was hoping you'd play me my song again?"

B laughed, his face joyful and his eyes squinting, "We can do that first." He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Kurt's lips. "As many times as you want," he said softly. Kurt just held on to him, both of them leaning against the headboard, not a stitch of clothing between them as the sun came through the window, warming them. Sitting here with the man he loved in his arms, Kurt realized things were only going to get better from here.