San reached down and poked Blaine's forehead with her finger.

“Blaine,” She said, hoping it would wake him up. Blaine never opened his eyes. She did the same thing. No answer. Finally, she got too impatient. She stood up straight and walked over to her kitchen to fill a large bowl with freezing cold water. Once back to where Blaine was passed out on her couch, she sighed.

“Blaine Anderson, if you do not wake up this instant, I am not going to think twice about dumping this bowl of water on your face.” She said and waited. Within seconds, Blaine jumped up and placed his arms in front of him in defense.

“Put the bowl down and no one gets hurt.” He said, sounding incredibly sleepy. Santana smiled happily and bounced back to the kitchen to dump the water.

“Now that you're not a blubbering mess, maybe you'd like to tell me why you busted into my apartment and passed out on my couch for days?” Santana asked, raising an eyebrow as she got two mugs of coffee ready for her and Blaine. She brought them over to the table and motioned for Blaine to sit down facing her. When Blaine sat down, she wrapped her hands around the mug and looked at him expectantly. She wanted answers.

Blaine didn't say a thing for awhile. He just stared at the ground, replaying that day's events in his head. There was nothing he could really do at this point. He couldn't erase the feeling he felt when he heard that jingle, nor could he erase the number on Sebastian's TiMER. He wasn't the one for Seb, and he didn't want to accept that. Not now, not ever.

“Sebastian's TiMER went off.” Blaine settled on saying, and Santana's eyes widened.

“And you're...”

“Not his one.” Blaine sighed and Santana bit her lip.

“Blaine, I-”

“I don't really want to talk about it right now.” Blaine interrupted, his eyes never leaving the point they fixated on while he was thinking. He didn't want to look at Santana or talk to Santana or even think about Santana. He just wanted to go back to a time when TiMERs never existed, where maybe he could have his happily ever after with the person he loved.

Blaine's phone buzzed, but he didn't acknowledge it.

“You phone's been going off all weekend. If you're not gonna answer those texts, then I will. And it won't be pretty.” Santana folded her arms in front of her chest and Blaine stood up, trudging over to where his phone was laying on the end table in the living room. He unlocked it and smiled at the name on the screen. Blaine walked back to the table and sat down, taking a sip of coffee and reading the message that was waiting for him on the screen.

Kurt Hummel (7:45): Are you alive? Haven't heard from you in days.

There were other texts, all of them left unanswered because of Blaine's manic-like state.

Blaine Anderson (7:50): I'm still breathing, if that counts as alive.

He put his phone back down and wrapped his fingers around the warm mug of coffee, appreciating everything it was doing for him. It gave him energy and warmth. What else could he need? His phone buzzed almost immediately.

Kurt Hummel (7:51): Is anything wrong? :(

Blaine sighed.

Blaine Anderson (7:53): Not sure at the moment. When I figure things out I'll tell you, k?
Kurt Hummel (7:44): Alright. Text me if you need to talk.

Blaine smiled at his screen, momentarily forgetting where he was and who he was with.

“Who's got you grinning at your phone like an idiot?” Santana asked, throwing her head back to finish off her coffee.

“Just a friend.” Blaine replied, setting his phone down after sending a thank you text back to Kurt.

“Just a friend?” Santana asked, adding extra emphasis on the word “just”. Blaine nodded because it was true. All Kurt was was a friend, and almost a co worker (he recently found out he had gotten Kurt the job, but he wanted to wait for the right moment to tell him). So there was nothing to hide between them. Kurt was there when things got too hard. And he'd have to talk to him about Sebastian eventually.

“Blaine, Wes is your friend, and the last time I checked, you never smiled at your phone like that when he texted you. There's something going on here.” Santana crossed her legs under the table and leaned back. Blaine sighed. He was explaining a lot of things today, something that he didn't exactly enjoy doing.

Blaine cleared his throat. “I met him at the music store awhile ago. We meet up for coffee a few times, and we talk. He needed a job, so I got him one at the store. That's it, Santana. We're just friends.”

“So it's a guy? What's his name? What does he look like? Is he single? More importantly, is he gay?” Santana moved closer to the edge of her seat. Blaine thought about those questions for a moment before answering.

“Yes, Kurt, yes, and yes.” He answered, skipping over the question about what Kurt looked like. He didn't know how to describe it, really. The boy dressed impeccably well for a college student, a lot better than Blaine could even imagine dressing like, but that would sound weird, so he just dropped the subject, and thankfully Santana never mentioned it.

“Does he have one?” She asked.

“What?” Blaine asked as he snapped out of his thoughts.

“A TiMER. Does he have one?” She asked again.

“Oh, no. He doesn't.” Blaine said, smiling a little.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Santana asked, standing up from the table and taking their empty mugs to the sink.

“Santana, seriously? Here I am, in obvious grief from my recent break up, and you're telling me to go after a guy I don't even know that well?” Blaine asked, bewildered.

“Blaine, you're lonely and sad, he's single and gay. At least make it lead to something.” She said, running the water to clean out the mugs before placing them in the dishwasher. Blaine rolled his eyes and checked his phone.

“Shit, I have to go, I'll be late for work!” He jumped up and ran to the bathroom to take the quickest shower of his life, shave, get dressed, and then leave.

“Treat yourself to a haircut tonight! You're starting to look homeless!” Santana called out right before Blaine left the apartment.

On his way to the store, Blaine sent out a quick text to Kurt.

Blaine Anderson (8:26): Be at the store today at 11:45. I got you the job, by the way :)

He pocketed his phone and rushed down the street to flag down a cab. He had about 3 and a half minutes to get to a store that was normally 10 minutes away. And why did no taxis stop for him when he absolutely needed them?! Especially on a rainy day like today.

Finally, a yellow car pulled up beside him and he jumped in, pulling his coat a little tighter around him and quickly giving the driver the name of the store. He sat back and checked his phone to see if Kurt responded. He did.

Kurt Hummel (8:28): Seriously?! You're the best! I'll be there at 11:45, not a minute late!

Blaine smiled and looked out the window as he was driven to the store, arriving late. He ran into the store, thankful that it wasn't busy.

The day passed by slowly, and finally 11:45 came along. And surely enough, Kurt waltzed in at the exact time he said he would.

“Nice to see you. Your name tag's behind the counter. I'll go tell Craig he can go home now.” Blaine smiled and did what he said he would. Once he got back to Kurt, he leaned against the counter and crossed his foot over his other.

“So here's the gist of it. The sheet music is divided in genre, then placed alphabetically by artist. Then the instruments are over on that side. I think they're pretty easy to figure out.” Blaine laughed and looked over at Kurt. “I gotta run, think you'll be okay?” He asked. Kurt's face looked paler than usual.

“I think I'll be fine...” Kurt answered, nodding slowly.

“Good, if you need anything, Kate's at the back, and you have my number. I think you'll do just fine, though.” Blaine said, grabbing his coat and pulling it on. “Plus, if anything goes terribly wrong, I'm back here at 3:45 so there's no need to worry.”

“Sounds good. I'll make sure things don't go too crazy.” Kurt laughed and leaned against the counter near the cash register.

“Fantastic. I'll see you then?” Blaine grabbed his bag and smiled.

“See you.” Kurt answered with a big smile. Blaine nodded and turned to leave. But the second his hand was on the door, a voice stopped him.

“Blaine?” Kurt said shyly. Blaine turned and hummed, his eyebrows raised. Kurt was walking towards him.

“Thank you so much for landing me this job. I have no idea what I would do without you. Honestly. I'd probably be living on the street in a box, begging tourists for money in Central Park.” Kurt laughed.

“It's not a problem, Kurt, really.” Blaine grinned, gasping when Kurt wrapped his arms around him. The hug didn't last long at all, but it made Blaine's face red. Blaine looked down to distract himself, feeling like the temperature suddenly jumped up a hundred degrees.

“Seriously, Blaine... I'm so thankful.” Kurt added and walked back to his spot at the register. Blaine smiled.

“Coffee?” He asked, glancing up at Kurt.

“Our usual time.” Kurt grinned and looked up to help a customer. Blaine bit his lip and watched Kurt for a second before turning to leave the shop. This was definitely something he couldn't tell Santana about.