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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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"I don't think I was wrong," Taylor whispers softly, pressing her forehead to his. "Kurt, I think I was right. Because I know. I can..." She reaches for his hand and then brings it to her chest, over her heart.

"I can feel it. I've been able to feel it, but I didn't know what it was, until...I thought I'd felt it for ten years already."

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He flattens his palm against her chest, nuzzling slightly against her cheek. "Something's always gonna bring us back together."

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Turning her head so that her face is pressing to the nape of his neck, she breathe in deeply, melting against him.

"Is it too much to ask if I...if I just want you to hold onto me?"

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"Come here," he tugs her gently to the couch, right in front of the roaring fire. And he lays back against the cushions, pulling her into his arms so she's tucked against his chest.

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Closing her eyes, Taylor curls right in against him, just breathing him in. "This feels...right. It feels like being home."

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"I've missed this," he whispers. There are so many moments together they've shared, moments she doesn't remember at all. He wishes they could get that back somehow, but they have to start over and move forward.

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"I don't want you to have to miss it anymore. Or miss me when I'm right here." Her fingers move back and forth over his arm lightly as he holds her, voice soft and low.

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"I'm sorry I - I pushed you away at first. I didn't know if you'd love me again, I didn't want you to be uncomfortable. All I want - all I've ever wanted - was for you to be happy," he breathes out softly.

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"But I understand. It's...this is the second time you've lost me now. I understand why you pushed," Taylor says quietly before pressing a kiss to his chest lightly. "I'm here now."

She can't promise, not after everything, that nothing will ever happen to her. But at least this time, she can promise one thing:

"I don't want to ever lose this again."

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He doesn't want that, either. He's honestly not sure he can even bear to lose her again. It's been so long for them to get here together and he'll do anything to keep her with him.

"I promise - I promise I'll protect you. I won't let anyone take you away again," his voice shakes just slightly.

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Sitting up a little further, Taylor cradles his face in her hands. "I'll fight for you," she says quietly. "Always. I should have...I think I should have before. I don't...know why I didn't, or what happened, but I think...I should have tried harder."

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He doesn't want to pass judgment and say her decision was good or bad. It was what she felt like she needed to do at the time and he just wanted her to not be in pain anymore.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I keep...failing." He couldn't save her when she was a child, he couldn't save her from Carter, and the subsequent suffering she endured with the PTSD. "But you came back to me anyway."

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All that she knows in her heart is that she can't let him feel that way, she can't let him think anything is his fault. So, she gets up and sits in his lap, not thinking, just needing to comfort him, cradling his face.

"You've never failed me. You didn't fail me, Kurt. Ever. You didn't. You haven't."

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He doesn't know how to believe that, but he's trying. They were getting to a good place together and Carter ruined everything. Tucking his forehead to hers, Kurt's eyes close as he takes a deep breath.

"I'm trying to believe that."

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Slowly, Taylor kisses across his face, every press of her lips tender and soft, and with whispered words behind them.

"I'm here with you. And all that I want is to be here. Right here with you." Ending at his lips, she lets a part of her soul into it, hoping he can feel it, feel her.

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He keeps his eyes closed as she kisses his skin, letting her soothe him with those kisses. He lets out a soft breath, nuzzling against her cheek. Then her lips are on his and he clings to her, kissing her as deeply as he possibly can.

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The kiss takes her breath away, and when she breaks it she stands, reaching for his hand. Then, she leads him to her room and guides him down to the bed before curling up around him, wanting him to be enveloped by her. To know that she's right there with him.

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Kurt decides to tuck his head right against her chest, finding comfort in that as his arm wraps around her waist. He turns his head to kiss his chest over her heart, nuzzling and breathing her in. "You came back," he repeats.

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"I did. And I was right. I'll always find my way back to you. I think..." She trails off, trying to make sure of what she wants to say.

"I can feel this deeper than just...my heart. I don't know if that makes sense, or if that's what you feel, too," she says quickly, not wanting him to feel any kind of pressure to reciprocate.

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"Deeper?" It doesn't sound strange to him, he's just trying to fully understand what she's hinting at. "Down to your soul?"

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Looking at him, her fingers trail along his jaw lightly before she nods. "Like I....I was supposed to be here. For this. With you. Always you."

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He's never thought much about fate or soulmates, but his mind can't help considering that now. It's fitting for them. Tugging her hand to his lips, he kisses her fingers.

"My whole life. It's been you."

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"You don't have to look for me anymore," she promises. And then she kisses him again deeply, her hands cupping his face. She's promising him now, something completely unspoken. Taylor is his, and his alone, always.

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His eyes close as he kisses her in return, lips tangling deeply with hers as he clings to her. They'll always be together and that's all he's wanted.

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When they go back home, the next few weeks Taylor stays close to him, wanting to see her there, that she isn't going anywhere. She's right there with him. While he's at work on a day she doesn't go, she decides to straighten up, and she finds a box, tucked away with a ring inside. It takes her breath away because she knows, she knows that the only person that could have been for, is her. Before she'd lost her memories again, he wanted to marry her.

She has no idea what to do with the information now that she has it, and she's so shocked as she sits on the edge of the bed that she doesn't even hear him come home.