Blaine awoke the next morning, feeling refreshed and excited for what this new day will bring. He swung his legs off of the couch, which had become his bed after falling asleep watching yet another wonderful story on the…televista? He slightly remembers them calling it a T.V., so maybe that is what it is called.

He took his pocket watch out from his pocket to check the time. 7:00 it replied back. Blaine wonders whether in this alternate time period people awoke before 8 o’clock.

He had to admit hearing that it was not 1917 took him aback for a moment, and he did not want to believe it, but the evidence of it being the future was staring back at his face, with the buildings he has never seen before and words he had yet to ever hear before being expressed right before him. Blaine could not figure out why he was sent to this time period at all, or how he managed to stay hidden in the park for so long away from his family.

Ah his family. Blaine felt a twinge in his heart when he realized that he could not see them and they had long since passed. Perhaps there would be Anderson’s still around. After all, he did have an older brother who had also been married and his wife with child. Perhaps Blaine could find out what happened to them.

He stretched his arms out, feeling particularly uncomfortable due to the fact that he was still wearing his wedding suit.

Ah. The wedding. He had almost forgotten that he was intended on being married by now. Any hopes of fulfilling the marriage had long passed; at least Blaine hoped it would. He would not be surprised if his father had left it in his will that because Blaine had not returned, Quinn would still become a part of the family and would leaver her all of Blaine’s inheritance money as some sort of punishment to Blaine if he did not return and marry the poor girl.

She could keep that money if that was true. Blaine did not want to marry her any more than he wanted to stop breathing. He looked around what had seemed like a very spacious and open apartment. Kurt had neatly decorated the place with beautiful potted plants and art.

Blaine’s stomach growled, and he placed a hand upon it. It appeared that Blaine needed food to satisfy it. He did not know how to cook anything, though, because his family had always hired personal chefs and maids to take care of the cooking for them. He himself had a chef that came over for dinner and supper, making him his meals. For the morning meal, though, Blaine knew how to place jam onto bread. Perhaps Blaine could eat that.

Before Blaine could make it to the kitchen, he heard what appeared to be the most beautiful voice he had ever heard singing a song he had never heard before. Curious, he walked to the kitchen, and leaned on the wall next to the doorway. It appeared to be Kurt, and he was singing a song that made Blaine want to cry, it was so beautiful.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night…Take these broken wings and learn to fly…All your life…You were only waiting for this moment to arrive…”

Blaine would love to hear that voice every day for the rest of his life. Blaine did notice yesterday that Kurt had the same chestnut hair that he dreamed about at night, but he refused to believe that this man could be…one of those people. One that enjoyed the company of men. Even if the man happened to be the most beautiful and interesting creature he had ever seen in his life.

Blaine entered the kitchen to inquire what was for breakfast, and was taken aback by Kurt’s lack of attire. He seemed to be wearing pants, although the fabric was one he has never seen before, and was lacking a shirt. His hair, though, appeared to be styled into the style that he saw yesterday.

It was the most gorgeous sight he has ever seen.

Kurt turned to Blaine and smiled, “Good morning sleepy-head! I would have made up our sleep-away sofa for you, but you seemed so comfortable that I decided to let you sleep. How was it?”

Blaine smiled back at Kurt, “I slept fairly well, considering I’m not used to sleeping on a couch. Are you making us breakfast?”

At that, Kurt seemed to shift uncomfortably. “Well, I am actually, but I have no idea what to do with you. Do you have a family you need to get back to?”

Blaine shook his head, “Alas, I do not. It appears that I’ve been missing for a long time and they might be dead by now.”

Kurt sighed, “Where exactly are you from again?” while Kurt appeared to be flipping flapjacks in a pan.

“I’m originally from New York. My father’s family emigrated here from Ireland, and my mother was originally from the Philippines, she moved to America when a rumor of a revolution was taking place. Both my parents were of wealth, so we have lived very comfortably for years.”

Kurt stared at him, “Wh-what year do you think we’re in?”

Blaine sighed, “I know that it is 2017, but when I went to Central Park it was 1917.”

Kurt dropped his spatula he was holding. “You’re not kidding, are you?”

Blaine smiled. He knew somebody had to believe him. “No I am not, I’m afraid. It was June the sixth and twenty, to be exact, two days before my wedding to a lovely Miss Quinn Fabray. Unfortunately, I was stopped by an apparent beggar and-“

Kurt then turned and faced him, the flapjacks burning in the pan. “You cannot be THE Blaine Anderson.”

Blaine tilted his head, “How did you possibly know my name? “

Kurt turned off the stove and put the pan into the sink. “If you are THE Blaine that I’m thinking of, this would be the weirdest week I have ever had.” Kurt turned back to Blaine, “If you are that Blaine, you are the most famous missing person case in New England. Your parents started a fund to find you. They spent years looking for you. Actually, the police only continued looking for you until your parents died in 1928, before the stock market crash. Quinn died of a broken heart a couple weeks after you were declared missing.” Kurt went to get another pan. “The only reason I know about it is because there was an uproar a year or so back because they had renovated the Plaza and your parents had paid for your old apartment to be kept up until you got back, and your great-grandnieces and nephews are still paying for it, like some weird tribute to the Anderson name or something.”

Blaine was very confused. Quinn had died because he hadn’t come back? His parents cared enough to pay for his apartment to keep up? Granted, the Plaza was a hotel they could have easily afford, but to keep it up all this time? It was touching. Blaine started to tear up.

Kurt had turned back to face Blaine, and it appeared that he saw the tears. “Oh Blaine.” He sighed before going right up to Blaine and taking him in his arms, “It’s alright, Blaine. I’m so sorry that this happened.”

Blaine froze. Never has he been embraced like this. He didn’t know how to react, but his body did. His arms seemed to bring themselves up without his help, and grabbed Kurt around the torso area. Blaine had heard of these types of embraces from his novels, but usually they are between a man and woman, not between two men.

But Blaine thought this was one of the greatest feelings he had ever had. It felt comforting. Almost whole, which made Blaine start to cry. He was afraid that he would never feel like this again.

Kurt tightened his grip around Blaine’s shoulders, making Blaine feel even more comforted. Blaine rested his head on Kurt’s shoulder, and sniffled into his neck. Blaine could swear he felt loved.

That was silly, he doesn’t believe that love can exist. Not for Blaine at least. If this is what love felt like though, Blaine could understand the pull.

“Thank you Kurt. I just cannot believe they’re gone.”

“Shhh.” Kurt said, and he placed a kiss upon Blaine’s unruly curls, “It’s alright, Blaine.”

Blaine suddenly felt like the air in the room got thicker, and he could not breath.

They stayed like that for a little longer, and then Kurt placed another kiss upon Blaine’s head. Blaine moved his head off of Kurt’s shoulder and looked at Kurt’s face. Kurt stared back with his wide blue eyes, and placed a kiss upon Blaine’s forehead. Blaine sighed, feeling very content.

“HEY DADDY! Are you making us pancakes again?!” Penny shouts in the doorway, causing Blaine and Kurt to jump apart from each other. “Pancakes are my favorite, Blaine! They’re so good! Especially daddy’s. He puts in apples!”

Kurt sighed, and turned to Penny, “Good morning sweetheart. Can you show Blaine where your bathroom is so he can get ready for the day?” He then turned back to Blaine, “I may have clothing that will fit you for today. I have work, and Penny will be at day care, but you’re welcome to stay here if you want.”

Blaine just nods, still reeling from the embrace he came from a moment ago. Is this type of feeling normal? Kurt seemed to do it so willingly, so did he do this normally? He sighed, allowing Penny to drag him to the bathroom.

Penny opened a door and shoved Blaine inside this room filled with black and white tiles. “This is the bathroom.”

Blaine looked around, “Ah, it appears that you have a shower. I didn’t know that you could have one.”

Penny giggled, “Of course we do silly! Everyone has one.”

Blaine did a double take to Penny, “Everybody has one now?! Next you’ll tell me people own more than one apartment!”

Penny giggled again and skipped out.