"Good evening, sir. How can I help you?" Blaine heard a male voice behind him. He did it. Miller did it. Blaine had gone back in time. He turned to face the bellhop of the hotel, who smiled politely at him. It wasn't Henry. He sure looked similar to Henry, but around his thirties.

            "I, um..." Blaine started.

            "Can I help you with your luggage?"

            "No. I mean, I didn't bring any."

            "Oh, okay. Then you must've come for the Summer Showcase."

            "Summer Showcase?" Blaine lifted his eyebrows in confusion.

            "Yes. Every summer we do the Summer Showcase. It's the event where we get a singer to entertain our guests by singing the greatest hits of the season. Lots of people come to enjoy it. They aren't staying in the hotel. They come only to see it. It's an open event. Actually, not open. You have to pay it." The bellhop explained patiently.

            "Oh, okay. And how much does the ticket costs?"

            "It's a hundred dollars, sir." The bellhop stretched his hand open in a funny way.

            "Okay..." Blaine opened his wallet, and amongst credit cards he took a one-hundred dollar bill from inside of it. He put it on top of the bellhop's hand.

            In return, the bellhop inserted his hand on his pocket and took a ticket out of it and handed it to Blaine.

            "Thank you, sir." The bellhop thanked him. "The event only begins at six and it's only four. So, if you're not staying, you can't actually stay in the dependences of the hotel. Only if you consume something. I'm sorry, if it was for me, you could rest on the lounge. But the powers-to-be don't admit not-guests checking the Hotel around." The bellhop looked at him with an apology in his' eyes.

            "That's fine. I'm just gonna wait outside." Blaine said "By the way, what is your name?"

            "Oh, my name is Steve Collins."

            "Steve, do you know if Kurt Hummel is here?" Blaine asked, feeling his heart skip a beat when he said Kurt's name out loud.

            "Yes, sir. He is." Steve answered him. Blaine felt his heart burst with excitement "But I must warn you, sir, his agent isn't very fond of fans. Mr. Hummel, however, doesn't care about what his agent thinks. He spends his evenings by the lake. You might meet him there. But if his agent bust you, I didn't say anything..."

            Blaine smiled widely.

            "Thank you, Steve. You were of great help." Blaine grabbed a fifty dollar bill from inside of his wallet and gave to Steve as a gratuity and headed off to the lake.

            He looked around trying to find Kurt but the boy wasn't there. Blaine felt frustrated and sat on the grass by the pier. He looked at the gold watch, it was 4:10. He had less than two hours to find Kurt and Miller said he would pull him out. Blaine was very astonished by the fact he just traveled in time. But his determination to find Kurt let that astonishing in second plan.

            "Excuse me, I believe you are sitting in my favorite spot." A musical voice came from behind him. It was a male voice, very acute and smooth, but male nonetheless. Blaine liked the voice.

            "Sorry." Blaine got up on his feet and turned around to see a picture. Kurt's picture. The light blue eyes stared at him in amusement, the tousled hair slightly more tousled because of the smooth breeze that rolled over them, the corners of Kurt's mouth were twitching upwards, exactly like the picture he had seen in the great hall with Henry - except it wasn't a picture. It was alive. Kurt was alive and Kurt had spoken to him. The voice Blaine had longed to hear, now he heard it. And it surprised him once more how flawed imagination can be. He could imagine how Kurt was by his best, but he would never imagine all the details that fascinated him now, like the tiny freckles on Kurt's nose and cheekbone area and the gracious stare at his' eyes, looking at Blaine with curiosity.

            "Okay" Kurt started "I think I don't have to complain about it. It's not like my name is written here, or anything." Kurt said, amused.

            Blaine answered him with dead silence and Kurt waited for a few seconds an answer that didn't come.

            "Are you feeling fine? What happened? Did the cat eat your tongue?"

            Blaine snapped out of it when he realized he had less than a couple hours to be in presence of Kurt and finally got out of the shock.

            "I'm so sorry. It's just that I'm a..." Blaine wanted to say that he traveled back seventy-six years just to see him, but he figured that would freak Kurt out and consequently push Kurt away if he thought Blaine was nuts, so he decided to go with the safe "I'm a huge fan of yours, Mr. Hummel."

            "Oh, thank you, kind sir!" Kurt let out a giggle and Blaine felt his heart doing something funny and he thought his heartbeat was so loud that Kurt might hear it. He thought ‘Blaine, chill out', but that thought didn't change his situation too much.

            "I'm Blaine." Blaine would say his last name as well, but a thought occurred to him that if he actually said his name he might cause a time defection or something so he decided not to. "Just Blaine." And stretched out his hand.

            "Fine, Just Blaine." Kurt took his hand and shook it "What brings you here?"

            ‘You' Blaine wanted to answer, but again, that would freak Kurt out.

            "Uhm, vacation, I guess."

            "You are very mysterious..."

            "Oh, sorry, am I being a weirdo?"

            "No, I like that. It makes you interesting. Like a puzzle." Kurt smiled affectionately.

            Blaine felt his cheeks blushing. What the hell, am I some kind of eighth grader? he thought.

            "So, Just Blaine, tell me about yourself." Kurt sat down on the grass and tapped a spot by his' side.

            Blaine sat down.

            "Well, I'm a writer. A play-writer actually."

            "Really? Oh! That's interesting!" Kurt blurted out with excitement "I'm a performer, I work on Broadway."

            "Yeah" Blaine giggled "I know, me too. The thing is I work behind the curtains. You are like, a star. Performers are always the stars of the show."

            "Oh, shut up!" Kurt said, shyly "Without writers there would be no jobs for performers. You guys are way more important."

            "Well, there was going to be no use for our plays without performers."

            "Okay, okay. So I think we agree that we can't live without the other" Blaine stared in surprise at Kurt's blue eyes "I mean, performers can't live without play-writers and vice-versa."

            "Yes. I think we agree on that." Blaine smiled.

            "But really, what brings you here? And don't say vacation because that's obvious."

            "I just got off of a relationship. Well, I mean, I'm not off of it, but I'm taking some time out of it."

            "A time out?" Kurt seemed confused and Blaine suddenly realized he was in the mid-thirties and people just didn't explain their relationships updating Facebook statuses.

            "Well, you see, something happened, and we fought and I decided to take a breather and come here to think about it a little, or not to think about it at all." Blaine explained.

            "You. Are. So. Mysterious." Kurt answered "You are all about enigmas aren't you? ‘Think about it a little, or not to think about it at all'" Kurt said, imitating Blaine's voice "But you know what? Jokes aside, I understand you. We all have that one thing that we are supposed to solve but we just want to run away from it."

            "Yeah, exactly."

            "And are you managing to solve it?"

            "Not at all." Both of them laughed when Blaine said this "But it's not like I want to put this off, it's just that I've been distracting myself with other things. More important things, I believe."

            "And what is so important?" Kurt asked, leaning in Blaine's direction like he was so sure Blaine was about to spill a secret. So far, Blaine liked Kurt, he liked him very much. Isaac was right and Kurt was something to see, he was fun and friendly and very witty. Blaine couldn't help but feel attracted to him. And Blaine couldn't tell him what was so important. Because that would ruin everything.

            So instead, Blaine just sighed.

            "Uhm..."

            "Oh, sorry!" Kurt said, getting up, suddenly feeling like an intruder "I believe those are private matters and I am - pardon my French - butting in."

            "It's fine" Blaine pointed, also standing up from the spot he was sitting "It's just that I still haven't figured it out yet."

            "It's just that you are a very interesting person to me, Blaine. And I believe you're fun too. Even though you are mysterious and all and it leaves me wondering if you murdered someone." Kurt joked.

            "No murdering, I promise" Blaine raised his hands in a surrendering gesture "Just complicated. But you said you understood me. So, what's going on with you, Mr. Hummel?"

            "Ugh, please, Mr. Hummel is my dad. I'm just Kurt."

            "Okay, Just Kurt and Just Blaine, aren't we a matching pair?" Blaine said, jokingly. The more time he spent with Kurt, the more comfortable he felt. Kurt gave him a tiny tap on Blaine's shoulder.

            "Yes, sir, I believe we are."

            "But the part you understand me?"

            "Oh, I'm not very conventional. My dad, he supports me, but you know, other people have certain restrictions against me." Kurt said, and in that moment Blaine noticed Kurt felt very vulnerable.

            "Well, then they are not very nice people." Blaine stated, Kurt that was staring the ground changed his glance direction to look at Blaine. He saw Blaine's brown eyes, they were a kind of brown, a light brown that sometimes looked like a different shade of green, like that old green that was turning into hazel like leafs in the beginning of the autumn. Blaine was honest about it, Kurt decided he liked him. That he was different, like he didn't belong from this period of time. Everything just flowed so easily between the both of them. And Kurt sighed mentally at the thought Blaine was probably straight. Kurt just smiled gratefully at Blaine's statement. How many rare people do you know that make you feel like what other people say of you don't matter at all? Blaine was kind and Kurt could already feel it. Blaine was very attractive too, but that was a whole different subject.

            "I guess so." Kurt said.

            "I'm sure of it."

            Kurt smiled at him.

            "So, are you coming to the Summer Showcase?"

            "Guess so." Blaine waved his ticket at Kurt.

            "That's nice. I'm going to be sure to sing something nice to you."

            "You're the one that's being showcased, then, huh?"

            "Yes, I am. Do you have any preferences?" Kurt asked.

            "No, sing something you think I'll enjoy, I trust you." Blaine replied.

            "Okay, then I'm going to sing jingles..." Kurt joked and Blaine laughed and exclaimed "Oh, no!"

            "I'm just kidding" Kurt added "I'm going to sing something classy for you. Because you strike me as a classy person."

            "Me?!" Blaine pointed at himself, disbelieving. "Cut it out. You, on the other hand."

            "Now you're just making me blush." Kurt said softly, grinning.

            "Hey, Kurt!" Another voice came in, harsh and urgent. Blaine turned to see where the voice came from, a tall, skinny, blonde man walked up towards them. He was in his late thirties, maybe early forties, Blaine evaluated.

            "Oh, James, this is my friend Blaine. Blaine, this is my agent, James Highman."

            Blaine held out his hand, but the man didn't take it.

            "Making friends again, huh? How many times have I told you, you're a star. You can't be dealing with unknown peasants."

            "Excuse me, I'm not a peasant." Blaine intervened "And, by the way, he's your boss, not the contrary, so you should treat him better."

            "And who are you again? Oh, yes, it actually doesn't matter, so if you don't mind, Kurt, can you please join me? We have a show to put on." James pulled Kurt up by his arm in a not-gentle way, and Blaine got out of his mind just by watching it. He immediately stood up.

            "Hey!" He interjected, with anger piling up in his voice. Kurt signed to him to not make a fuss.

            "It's okay, Blaine. Really. It's just the contract."

            "This is absurd!"

            "You are absurd. You are a nobody that comes in here and thinks you're entitled to have an opinion on what's going on. I made his name. And as long he's working with me, he follows the contract." Highman spat out.

            Kurt got off from Highman's steel grasp and got close to Blaine once again.

            "Please, it's okay, just promise me you will come see me tonight."

"I wouldn't miss it." Blaine replied.

"I'll see you later, Just Blaine." Kurt smiled and turned his back to Blaine as he walked back into the hotel with Highman.

Blaine watched, ten, fifteen minutes passed and his anger still hadn't gone away. Who did he think he was? James Highman, who the hell was he? He was a prick, that's what Blaine thought. And right there, he decided he would confront Highman, so Kurt could be free from the way Highman treated him. He kicked a wisp of grass. Then, he looked at the watch, and it was 5:58 p.m. He had two minutes in 1936 and then he would be pulled back.

Blaine stared longingly at the Grand Hotel, wailing he wouldn't be able to see Kurt singing and then he felt a pull, a stomach-churning sensation and a latent headache, when he came to his senses, Blaine was in Miller's lab once again. The teacher looked at him with a marveled expression. Miller was speechless.

"Well, it worked." Blaine sulked.

"I can see that! Oh, my! This is great, Blaine. This is just great! No time deflections were detected, this is incredible. Did you interact with anyone?" Miller celebrated.

"Yes, I did. And yes, I know you're very happy" Blaine stood up and got out of the metal tube "But I need more time in 1936."

"Well, we know it's possible now, but I don't think it's advisable."

"I tested your machine, please, just send me back."

"Blaine, why don't you go home, rest and come back tomorrow? Your vital signs dropped considerably during the time you were in the machine. I fear for your health. So, reconsider it, eat something, recover from this experience and come back tomorrow. The machine will still be here."

"Fine." Blaine said, unwillingly "I will come back, you know."

"I'm counting on it." Miller smiled.

Blaine went back to the hotel and a million thoughts crossed his mind, he was baffled, angry and amazed all at once. He was amazed at Kurt and how he looked and acted like a painting and he couldn't help himself to think he was platonically falling for Kurt. And then Blaine was angry at the way Kurt's agent treated him, and Blaine was never the guy that picked-up fights but he would've punched that guy in the face if that didn't put Kurt into any trouble. Finally, Blaine lied down and his mind wandered off, he dreamed about hearing Kurt singing, the way he looked at Blaine and peacefully, thinking about Kurt's eyes, Blaine fell asleep.