"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream the way you turn me on, I can't sleep, let's run away, don't ever look back, don't ever-"

Blaine's eyes flashed open in horror, quickly taking in his everyday bedroom from the familiar uniform on his chair to the school books on his desk. Squeezing his eyes shut, Blaine rolled over and buried his face in his pillow, fingers clenching the material tightly as he tried not to scream in frustration.

He'd floated back to his bedroom in a daze late last night after kissing Kurt (His boyfriend!) goodnight at his dorm room door, Jeff had smirked at his love struck expression in a way that Blaine knew the Warblers would all soon be receiving a text to announce that Klaine was officially on but Blaine couldn't find even a small ounce of exasperation at the thought.

He was in love with the most amazing, incredible, beautiful boy he had ever met in his life and somehow, that boy was in love with him too.

How did things like that even happen?

He'd fallen asleep with thoughts of Kurt making his stomach swoop and his heart speed up in the most incredible way possible and a tiny part of him that hadn't been obsessing about Kurt had assumed that tomorrow morning, Blaine would wake up on a Wednesday and walk his new boyfriend to his first lesson before attending a maths class for the first time in over two months. That was... wasn't that the way it was supposed to work?

His phone was still blaring out Katy Perry's teenage dream but Blaine couldn't summon the energy to reach up and turn it off.

Had Sebastian lied to him? Was there a way out at all or was this all some sort of sick game?

Was he really going to go through this whole day again? He'd run out of ideas on how to escape weeks ago and now it felt as if he was just going through the motions, hoping he'd bump into someone new or get himself into some kind of situation where he could realize where he'd screwed up and how he could fix it.

Wasn't Kurt enough? Wasn't realizing that he was in love-

Oh God.

Blaine sucked in a gasp of air, his hand clenching in the fabric of pillow as he realized what the repeated Tuesday meant.

Kurt had forgotten everything that had happened yesterday.

He had forgotten that Blaine had asked him out, that Blaine loved him, that they were dating, everything.

At this point in time, he and Kurt weren't dating.

Blaine's eyes widened at the thought, horrified and on the verge of crying. It wouldn't matter how many times he asked Kurt out, the other boy would never remember by the next day. He could confess his love over and over again for hundreds of days to come and it wouldn't matter because by morning Kurt would return to his original state of thinking that Blaine was distancing himself and didn't trust him and didn't even want to come to his audition.

Blaine could be in love with Kurt for years and Kurt would never know; he wouldn't be able to remember.

Blaine could feel his heart slowly breaking in his chest.

He wouldn't get to introduce Kurt to Cooper, he wouldn't get to slow dance with him at prom or sing together at regionals or wake up in the morning to see Kurt smiling at him. They couldn't spend the day shopping together or cuddle in the back of a movie theatre or celebrate an anniversary with a fancy dinner.

He wouldn't get to do any of those things because it was always going to be Tuesday and no matter how many times Blaine asked Kurt out, they would never be able to date for more than a day.

He couldn't- he wasn't going to accept that.

How could he? How could he spend day after day with Kurt, in love with him but unable to let the other boy know? He would go crazy, there had been days in the time loop which had tested his sanity but to have Kurt so close and never be able to become anything more would eventually make him snap.

That wasn't going to stop him though, Blaine would make his way to Kurt's room every morning to tell him he was in love with him, he would do it every day if had to because having Kurt in any kind of way was a thousand times better than having no Kurt at all.

Kurt was also still in love with him, Blaine reminded himself, trying to push past the depression that threatened to drag him down when he thought of the Tuesdays to come. Kurt loving him wouldn't change no matter how many Tuesdays he went through. He could still walk hand in hand with Kurt down the Dalton halls and kiss him and comfort him over Pavarotti and make him smile.

It would be worth it too, it would be worth repeating that same conversation over and over again as long as he got to make Kurt smile and see him every morning and be around him. It was going to be hard, but maybe with Kurt to support him and help him, he could hold on to his sanity and figure a way out.

Blaine took a few deep calming breaths to slow down his racing heart.

What he had to do next was get up and go down to breakfast. He'd meet Kurt at his table and ask him out, they'd talk about his audition and Blaine would promise he'd be there at four and then they'd talk about Pavarotti-

Wait... Blaine paused in his thoughts, eyes widening as he felt a burst of adrenaline, what if it was about Pavarotti? What if he could somehow get him to a vet in time to stop him from dying? Saving the bird's life and figuring out he was in love with Kurt at the same time, could that be the way out?

If he got to the bird in time, if he figured out a way then maybe, just maybe...

"I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece. I'm complete, let's go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love-"

"Blaine for the love of God, turn off your alarm before I throw something at you!"

Blaine jolted in surprise, pushing himself upwards as he turned to face Jeff's bed and found the other boy glaring at him in annoyance.

"J-Jeff?" Blaine asked in confusion.

"Congratulations, finally remembered you have a roommate huh?"

"But," Blaine stared at him, unable to understand what was happening, "You're here."

"I live here Blaine," Jeff groaned and slumped backwards into his pillow, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. "Now can you please turn your alarm off?"

Blaine scrambled for his phone under his pillow, pressing the off button as Jeff mumbled out a thank you.

"You're here, in the morning," Blaine said slowly, still staring at Jeff with wide, confused eyes, "And you've been here since last night?"

"Yes Blaine, it's because I sleep here."

"But don't you have swimming practice?"

"Only on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, can you... stop talking? Please? I'm gonna try and get another thirty minutes of sleep."

"But today's Tuesday."

"Today's Wednesday Blaine," Jeff said with a sigh, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, "Maybe you should get some more sleep as well."

"Wednesday?" Blaine asked, the word feeling almost foreign on his tongue, "Today is... Wednesday?"

"Isn't that what I just said?"

Blaine sat frozen in place, staring at something over Jeff's head as he clenched at his phone.

Jeff was here, Jeff was here who hadn't been here in the morning for over seventy days and he was saying it was Wednesday and Blaine felt as if he was in shock.

He'd escaped.

The Tuesdays were over and somehow he had escaped.

Pavarotti was still dead so it hadn't been Blaine's mission to save him, he had gotten out by himself through the events of yesterday. It was over, the time loop was over.

"All because of Kurt," the little voice in his head whispered, sounding just as love sick and awed as Blaine did himself.

He'd escaped and it was all because he had realized that Kurt Hummel was the most stunning, incredible, strongest, bravest person he had ever-

Were they still dating?

Blaine jolted out of his shock, the thought seizing him with a hint of panic.

Just because he had finally moved on to Wednesday after more than two months of nearly going insane didn't mean that the yesterday he had experienced was the same yesterday for everyone else. What if his first Tuesday was the Tuesday everyone remembered? The Tuesday where he hadn't gone to Kurt's audition and had basically ignored him and left him alone to deal with Pavarotti dying? What if- what if missing Kurt's audition had been the last straw that made Kurt give up on Blaine completely?

What if he'd decided to move on and decided that Blaine wasn't worth waiting around for?

Blaine could feel his heart clenching in his chest, his old fears of not being good enough and not being wanted were rushing back to haunt him and before Blaine could realize what he was doing, he had pushed the covers back and jumped to his feet. He raced to the door as his heart pounded and everything inside him urged Blaine to find Kurt and make sure, make sure that everything was okay and that Kurt hadn't fallen out of love with him.

"Where are you going?" Jeff yelled at him as Blaine left the door swinging open, not pausing to close it as he darted down the hall and towards Kurt's dorm.

He was barefoot as he ran, but thankfully the halls were carpeted and not too painful on his feet. He was still in his pyjamas and he knew that if anyone were to open their bedroom door and see him racing past with a completely terrified look on his face, word would soon be spreading around Dalton that Blaine Anderson had had some kind of breakdown.

He needed to see Kurt though, the idea that he'd somehow managed to have him hours before only to lose him because of his stupid past self of two months ago was a painful one to think about. He'd just gotten Kurt, he'd just realized he was in love and had asked him out and had gotten Kurt to agree and he was happier than he had been in years and everything had been looking so good that if he were to lose him now, after just realizing that he needed him more than he'd ever realized Blaine was going to scream.

Or cry.

Probably cry and beg Kurt to take him back.

Blaine came to a stop outside of Kurt's bedroom door, panting and eyes still wide with fear at the thought of Kurt not wanting to see him as he hammered a fist on the door.

"KURT! KURT OPEN UP! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!"

The door shook in its frame from the force of his knocking and he knew that soon other students were going to be poking their heads out to understand what was happening, Blaine didn't care, he couldn't care until Kurt had confirmed where they stood.

"KURT PLEASE!"

"I'm coming!" Came the answering yell from behind the door, slightly muffled with an almost grouchy tone, "Calm down, it's seven in the morning."

Blaine could hear Kurt slowly shuffling closer, obviously still waking up as Blaine bounced on his feet, clenching his hands into fists as he thrummed with nervous energy.

Kurt's door handle jiggled for a few moments before the door was being pulled backwards, widening to reveal Kurt blinking at him blearily, dressed in cotton plaid pyjama bottoms and an old t-shirt with a logo for Hummel's tire and lube advertised across the middle.

The sight of him made something inside Blaine melt, only to be quickly replaced by the fear that he might mean nothing to Kurt at all.

"Blaine, wha-"

"I just came here because I needed to make sure that we were on the same page. I had this... dream and now I'm not sure if you remember everything that happened yesterday."

"Remember everything? What are you talking about?"

"I love you," Blaine said desperately, hoping that the way Kurt recoiled in surprise wasn't because he'd never heard Blaine say the words before, "And I don't mean I love you like a best friend although I do still love you like that, but I mean I'm in love with you and I want to be your boyfriend and I'm fairly sure I asked you out yesterday but in case you don't remember I'm asking you out again."

Kurt stared at him for a long time, his expression unreadable as he studied Blaine's face.

In the few seconds of silence Blaine felt as if he was on the verge of a panic attack, thoughts were rushing through his head, all of them about how he could possibly make it up to Kurt and how he could ever get him to forgive him. He felt so scared, so young and stupid and naive and he just wanted Kurt to say something-anything to put him out of his misery.

"Blaine I-" Kurt cut himself off with a shake of his head, reaching for Blaine's hand with a gentle smile, "Of course I remember everything that happened yesterday, of course I do. How could I ever forget? I love you too Blaine, I love you so much."

Blaine sagged forward in relief, giving Kurt a watery smile as he squeezed at Kurt's hand.

"Good, I'm sorry. I must seem insane to you right now..."

"No, not insane," Kurt watched him in concern as Blaine wiped at his eyes, "It must have been some nightmare, huh?"

"Yeah it was, but it's all over now. It's all over and I have you and everything's going to be okay."

"You do have me," Kurt said softly, smiling shyly as Blaine smiled back hesitantly in return, "You have me for as long as you want me."

"So that's forever then."

"I suppose so," Kurt laughed.

Blaine caught Kurt's eye and found himself huffing out a laugh too, he could feel his face breaking into a beaming smile and knew he probably looked ridiculous right now but it didn't seem as if Kurt cared. Kurt's scrunchy smile was possibly the best thing in the world, Blaine decided, the one where his mouth curled up and his eyes crinkled and his nose crumpled up in the most adorable way possible. Actually, Blaine decided on second thought, the best thing in the world was seeing Kurt smile and knowing that he was the cause of it.

The sound of someone slowly clapping made both Kurt and Blaine jump in surprise, as they turned to face the intruder with a slight touch of embarrassment.

"That was beautiful," Sebastian Smythe drawled, water dripping down his chest with only a towel slung low over his hips to cover himself up, "Really touching. But can you take this party elsewhere? I know all the Warblers are listening in on this conversation and swooning at the knee's, but I struggle to tolerate the both of you after I've had my coffee and having to deal with your romantic drivel before eight in the morning sounds like some kind of divine punishment for a crime I did not commit."

"No one asked you to listen in Sebastian," Kurt snapped, "And frankly I think people would have more of a problem with you walking around half naked than me and Blaine quietly talking outside my dorm room."

"Quietly talking? Are you kidding me? I don't think anybody was able to sleep through Blanderson bodily throwing himself against your door and screaming your name as if he had thirty seconds left to live. Also, seeing me half naked is a service to the world."

"Why are you only wearing a towel anyway?" Blaine cut in before Kurt could open up his mouth to retort, "Why are you soaking wet?"

"It's called a shower Blaine, some of us prefer to take them at least once a day but judging from the fact that your hair is gelled from last night and you're in your pyjamas I'm starting to wonder if you even know what a shower is. Although I suppose the fact that you're standing here at all should be congratulated, do I even want to know how long it took you to escape the time loop?"

"Time loop?" Kurt frowned, "What are you talking about?"

"I don't think it's important how long it took me, but I just want to point out that if you had told me to go to Kurt's audition it would have been over a lot faster."

"What would have been over a lot faster? What are you talking about?" Kurt asked, frustration starting to seep into his voice as both boys ignored him.

"I did tell you to go to Kurt's audition hobbit, I told you on the first Tuesday. It's not my fault you weren't listening."

"I almost went insane in that loop!" Blaine snapped, "I threw myself off a building."

"You what?" Kurt exclaimed, his grip tightening on Blaine's hand until it was almost painful, "What did you just say?"

"But you survived didn't you?" Sebastian gestured towards Kurt, "And I told you the end result would be worth it."

Blaine softened at that, the tension melting out of his shoulders as he squeezed Kurt's hand and turned to look up at the other boy with an adoring expression.

"Yeah," He said as Kurt stared at him with a confused, worried look, "I suppose you're right. Everything would be worth it so long as I got him."

Kurt's face melted back into a love struck look as he tangled their fingers together, forgetting the confusing conversation Sebastian and Blaine had just had in favour of reaching up to stroke across Blaine's cheek.

"Ugh," Sebastian scowled, "Spare me. If your mushy honeymoon phase is worse than your constant pining then I'm really going to regret intervening in the first place."

"I think their love is beautiful!" A muffled voice called from behind one of the closed bedroom doors.

"I knew it!" Sebastian exclaimed, "I know you were listening in Trent! How many of you are pressed up against your doors right now, listening in as you sob into your silk hankies?"

"We're allowed to be happy that our friends finally got together," another Warbler called.

"It's not like there's anything wrong with it," another voice agreed.

"You're just jealous Sebastian!"

"Come out here and say that to my face!" Sebastian snapped.

"No!"

"Egocentric narcissist!" Trent yelled.

"Go put some clothes on!" The second voice yelled.

"What the hell?" Sebastian spat angrily, "When did everyone suddenly decide to turn on me?"

"Stop walking around the halls in only a towel, you are disgracing the founders of this school."

"My body is a gift to the world!" Sebastian snapped, "And I am not having this argument with a bunch of preps before I've had my first coffee. All of you are pathetic little Blaine fanboys who need to get a life."

"Take that back!"

"Klaine is beautiful!"

"You know nothing about us!"

The argument continued on but Blaine had stopped listening, instead focusing on the very distracting task of letting Kurt pull him into his room and tug the door shut, pushing Blaine up against it as he kissed him until Blaine slowly started to forget his own name.

Sebastian had been right; although Blaine loathed admitting it. Getting Kurt had been worth living through the time loop nightmare, it would be worth it to live through a hundred time loops.

It was like he had been given a second chance, a second chance to make a new start with Kurt and to start living how he really wanted to.

He was going to quit the fencing team, possibly today if he could separate himself from Kurt for the ten minutes it would take and then he was going to talk to Trent about organizing a day for everyone to get together to go to the film festival. He would talk to Wes and David about spreading the solo's a little more evenly and lock himself in his room and relax with some funny movies after class for an hour or two whenever he started to get stressed.

He was going to go shopping and buy more bowties even if he didn't have many opportunities to wear them and he was going to call his mum and just talk to her for as long as he wanted without being worried that he was wasting her time.

Most of all, he was going to ask Kurt out on a date. He would take him somewhere classy and pull out his chair and tell him how beautiful he looked. He would hold his hand and lean into his side when they went for a walk afterwards and he would kiss him goodnight at his dorm room door, trying not to swoon when Kurt would stroke gently down his cheek and kiss his forehead as a final goodbye.

He was going to have all of it and he was going to be happy because he understood now, he understood that it had been in his control all along and that he'd only needed someone to show him.

Kurt's hands were in his hair, breaking up the gel and cradling his head as he tilted Blaine's face backwards. They didn't have much time until they had to go down to breakfast and Blaine was distantly aware that making the journey back to his dorm room in his pyjamas and looking thoroughly kissed was going to be an embarrassing one, but for now he just let himself get caught up in the moment.

He had so much ahead of him and so much to look forward to, but the tiniest part of him, the part of him that kept him frozen in place and kiss Kurt back almost wished that this moment would never end.