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He can see the bruises all over her and he hates even touching her like this because he worries there are even more injuries he can't see; doing CPR is brutal on the body and hers is already so fragile. But he keeps going until she finally, blessedly, takes a breath.

"I'm here, I'm right here," he presses his forehead to hers, holding onto her until the medics rush forward to take her. He's hovering, not wanting to leave her side, and he insists on riding in the ambulance with her, staying right with her the whole time.

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Swallowing heavily, Taylor realizes how badly she ruined things when she erased her memory of him. He'd wanted to marry her, and then she'd asked him to let her forget.

Sinking down on the bed again, she just stares at the box in her hands, blinking through suddenly blurry vision. "I'm...I'm sorry, Kurt, I never...I didn't mean to do this to you, to us. I know I wouldn't...I love you, I don't think I ever thought it would ruin so much."

She doesn't even realize what she's said, all that she's aware of is how much she took away from him.

He measures his words carefully, not wanting to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. It did hurt, everything hurt when she made that choice. The human part of him wishes she hadn't needed to make that choice. But the part of him that loves her knows that was the only option that felt possible to her.

"We just...have to move forward now."

Nodding slowly, Taylor reaches out and puts the ring box on the nightstand. "I....I organized your mail and...put it in the drawer. That's how I...I just wanted to help, I didn't mean to find it," she says after standing. She doesn't want him to think she was snooping; she had no reason to be.

She also has to do what he says - move forward. She isn't sure how, but if he can after what she did, then surely she can, too.

"It's okay," he assures her gently, knowing she didn't do this on purpose. But the sight of the ring has him feeling a little dispirited and out of sorts now. He moves to take the box and tuck it away again, out of sight for now.

The rest of the evening feels awkward, she's quiet because she doesn't know what to say. She does ask him about the rest of his work day, manages to settle on a movie with him over dinner. But she feels like she put them a step back with finding the ring.

Kurt isn't consciously thinking about it but he knows he's shut down a little. He's shut down and shut her out and he's trying not to, but he doesn't know what to say about the ring or what to do other than pretend it's not there.

"I'm sorry you...saw that. I didn't mean for you to find it."

"Why are you apologizing?" she asks as she look at him in confusion. "It's not...there's nothing to apologize for." Taylor takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly, realizing she can't sink into this and dwell on the fact that this is because of her, because she wasn't strong enough to deal with whatever happened to her.

"We're in a good place right now. I don't want to lose that."

Kurt reaches out to take her hand, squeezing it gently. "We won't. I promise."

"We're...you and I, we're okay?" she asks, wanting to be sure as she laces their fingers together and looks up at him.

This is her biggest fear now - losing him - because she's falling in love with him.

"We're okay. I promise," he squeezes her hand, just to reassure her. And then, he leans in to kiss her lips softly, lingering for a moment.

Kissing him back, that comforts her more than anything, to know they're still okay, that he's still kissing her. Reaching out to hold his face in her hands, Taylor kisses him back softly before parting her lips for him, inviting him to kiss her deeper.

His knuckles brush against her cheek as he deepens the kiss with her, letting his tongue slide out to taste her further as his other arm wraps around her waist.

She sighs against his mouth and relaxes, fingers moving over his jaw when the kiss is broken and her forehead presses to his.

"You brought dinner?" she asks, kissing his lips lightly again.

"Pizza and beer," he nods with a soft smile, kissing her lips in return when she seeks another one.

She just wants to try and relax with him, so she gets up and grabs the pizza and the beer, bringing it to the living room with some paper towels so they can eat.

"Maybe tomorrow...we could go to that Mexican restaurant?" she asks, because she knows they both love it, and they could get out of the apartment together.

"That's a good idea," he nods with a little smile. Kurt gets comfortable with Taylor on the couch, relaxing and wrapping an arm around her shoulders after they're doing eating.

The next night, Taylor has a surprise for him, something she worked on without him knowing. And when they get to the Mexican restaurant, it's void of any other customers. The lighting is dim, and their little corner table has candles lit around it. All the familiar staff is there, getting them settled, soft Hispanic music able to heard well because there's no chatter of patrons.

"I um..I called and asked them how much it would cost me to rent the entire restaurant for an hour. So it's just...us."

"Taylor..." Kurt is in complete awe, looking around at the empty restaurant, amazed that she would do this for him. He smiles at her, and it's a bright, grateful smile. "You did this for me." He leans in to kiss her softly, stroking her cheek.

"I wanted to do something special," she says as she nuzzles his nose just gently. But to make him smile like that is worth everything, and she'd do whatever she could to make it happen again as she kisses him back tenderly.

"Let's eat," she murmurs.

Kurt nods, the smile lingering on his face as they sit down. They end up ordering tons of food, figuring they can just bring home all the leftovers for tomorrow. But it's perfect, and they order margaritas, and Kurt is laughing and smiling openly, so unguarded tonight.

Taylor's laughing with him, everything so easy and light between them tonight. The drinks are good, the food is better, and when they leave, she holds onto his arm, free hand carting food. When they get back to the apartment, she's still smiling even as she puts up food in the fridge, then pulls out two beers, handing him one so they can go relax on the couch together.

While they're on the couch, Kurt reaches out to pull her into his lap, keeping her close as he presses a soft kiss to her temple.

"Tonight was so good," she breathes out with a smile, taking a sip of her beer. "Were you surprised?" She knows he was, but she loves hearing it, so much.

He gently coaxes her head to rest against his shoulder, kissing her head tenderly. "I was. It was perfect, Taylor."

Her head rests there, and she strokes her thumb across his cheek. "Do you know...did you know you make me happy, Kurt?" she asks him, not as sure if he knows that part.

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