"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-"

Blaine leaned over to shut his phone off with a groan, the alarm unusually loud as he slumped backwards into his bed. He swiped his thumb across the phone screen, frowning as he realized that Kurt still hadn't replied to his text message from yesterday. He'd sent it around six but obviously the other boy hadn't gotten it or decided to ignore it as Blaine had heard no news about how the audition had gone. Blaine pushed himself upwards, blinking blearily in the light as he stumbled across to where he had hung his uniform in his closet.

Maybe he had done something wrong by not going to the audition, maybe Kurt was angry at him and Sebastian, Wes and David had been right in saying it was a much bigger deal than Blaine had thought.

Blaine could feel something sinking in his stomach as he thought about Kurt ignoring him.

What was the best way to make it up to him? Could he buy him something? Serenade him with something appropriate or would that be considered tasteless what with- where was Blaine's uniform?

It took Blaine a few confusing seconds of staring at his closest to realize it wasn't there. Taking a step back, he caught sight of his uniform folded neatly over his chair in his peripheral vision and turned to face it with a frown.

He'd hung his uniform up in his closet... hadn't he?

Blaine paused, racking his brains to try and recall what he'd done with it last night before shrugging his shoulders. It didn't matter, what mattered right now was that Kurt was angry at him and he needed to figure out a way to fix it.

Blaine's fingers fumbled with his tie, still half asleep as he slowly started to take in other details of his room.

His roommate Jeff had apparently already left, his bed empty and the covers rumpled from where he had hastily thrown them back. Blaine stared at the covers in confusion, his mind torn between thinking about Kurt or the nagging feeling that something was completely off.

Usually Jeff tried to sleep in as late as he possibly could to the frustration of his teachers. The only time he woke up early was on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays for swim team meetings. Had Jeff mentioned something to Blaine about another meeting?

Blaine frowned in concentration, but couldn't remember any mention of it. Maybe Jeff had to get up early to do some extra homework? That was a possible option as well, he seemed to be in a constant state of procrastination which would have ended badly for him if he didn't manage to complete everything just in time.

Blaine finished dressing in silence, checking the time on his phone to see if he had accidently set his alarm too late. Everything seemed to be fine though and Blaine finished getting ready, picking up his bag as he tucked his maths text book under one arm and made his way down to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Something was wrong.

It tugged at the back of Blaine's mind as he sat at his usual table, eating a couple of pieces of toast as he proof read his English essay on Macbeth. He glanced around the room frowning, trying to figure out what was putting him on edge. Around him Dalton boy's laughed and talked loudly, going back and forth for food as chairs screeched across the floor and people called out to get their friend's attention. Blaine couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, but he couldn't ignore the creeping, prickly feeling that he was missing something.

It was something right in front of him, something he just couldn't put his finger on.

"Hey!"

Blaine glanced up from his essay, face breaking into a smile as he caught Kurt's eye.

"I've been looking for you everywhere Blaine, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, here," Blaine slipped his essay back into his bag and stood up, "I'll walk with you to your next class."

"Oh thanks, it's just I've been really worried lately and you were the first person I thought to talk to."

Blaine glanced at him curiously from the corner of his eye, trying to work out if Kurt really was angry with him and hiding it or if Blaine was overreacting. Kurt seemed fine though, a little nervous and worried but his smile was real enough and he didn't flinch away when Blaine brushed up against him.

"You know I'll help you with anything, Kurt," Blaine flashed him a wide, charming smile that made Kurt pull back, blushing slightly as he ducked his head and fell into step with Blaine as they left the cafeteria.

"Good, it's just I didn't really know the protocol. It's probably the type of thing that would get me kicked out of the Warblers."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's Pavarotti, I think he's sick."

"Kurt," Blaine chuckled, shifting slightly closer to avoid two oncoming students, "Didn't we talk about this yesterday? He's fine, he's just moulting. It's normal for birds like Pavarotti. You're not doing anything wrong."

"I don't remember talking to you about this yesterday," Kurt frowned, "But if you're sure that this is normal."

"You're doing fine," Blaine trailed off as he made eye contact with a boy from his maths class and smiled at him, flushing slightly when the other boy winked.

"Hey Blaine."

"Hey Terry."

"I'll see you later."

"Absolutely," Blaine grinned after him, glancing over his shoulder as Terry walked away.

"Who was that?" Kurt asked, sounding slightly off as Blaine shook his head and turned back to look at him.

"Hmm? Oh, nobody. What were you saying?"

"I... just that I'm worried about Pavarotti. I really care about him, I don't want to be known as the Warbler who killed his Warbler."

"Kurt, he'll be fine. Even if he does die, there's no way the Warblers would throw you out. They need you too much and they'd know it's not your fault."

"I guess so..." Kurt trailed off uncertainly.

A passing student swung his bag into Blaine's side, apologising over his shoulder as Blaine waved him off with a wince.

"There was also something else I wanted to talk to you about, it's my audition. I was wondering if you could help me with it."

"Look Kurt, as much as I like you I can't influence the council's decision. Don't worry about it, they'd be insane not to choose you."

"That wasn't what I meant-"

Kurt was suddenly cut off as a couple of boys appeared from around the corner and Blaine and Kurt were forced to dodge them, pushing up against the walls as the five minute warning bell sounded and the boys pushed past them.

"Ugh, can you believe him?"

"Believe who?" Kurt looked up in interest.

"Him!"

Blaine gestured over to where Sebastian and some tall brown haired boy were leaning against the wall making out, oblivious to the hordes of students who rushed around them.

"That's disgusting, that level of PDA is entirely inappropriate."

"You've obviously never been to McKinley," Kurt raised an eyebrow, "That level of PDA is considered tame."

"Yeah, well, someone should really say something to them."

"Just leave it, you know Sebastian's not going to care. Besides, you're going to be late for class if we don't hurry up."

"Right," Blaine cast one last look back at Sebastian and the other boy as Kurt tugged him forward, pulling him out of the crowd of students and down a staircase.

"I've got maths first up, but I'll see you later okay? I know you've been stressed but we'll go out for coffee after school and we can talk then. It feels like I haven't been able to sit down and just talk with you for ages, in fact I can't even remember-"

"Blaine," Kurt tugged him to a halt at the bottom of the staircase, ignoring the students who brushed past them, casting curious looks, "Stop trying to ignore the subject."

Blaine stared at him in confusion, taking in Kurt's serious expression and stiff posture.

"What subject?"

"Are you coming to my audition or not?"

Blaine paused, turning the words over in his head several times as he tried to make sense of them. Audition... was Kurt talking about yesterday? Or was there some other audition that Blaine had missed Kurt talking about all together?

Blaine tried to remember, distinctly aware of the fact that this was the third time this morning something unusual had happened that he'd struggled to figure out. His clothes hadn't been where he'd left them, Jeff had left early for apparently no reason and now Kurt was talking about some other audition that Blaine had no memory of.

"Kurt," Blaine said slowly, smiling gently at the other boy, "Your audition was on Tuesday. How can I go to something I've already missed?"

Kurt stared at him with an expression Blaine couldn't understand, eyes studying his face as if to check if Blaine was joking.

"Today's Tuesday Blaine."

Blaine pulled back slightly, smiling in a bemused confusion as Kurt continued to stare at him seriously.

"What are you talking about?"

"Look, if you don't want to come, just say so. I kind of want you to be there but if you've got something better to do then I understand, I just thought our friendship meant something to you."

"Kurt-"

"I'll see you later Blaine, I wouldn't want to keep you from whatever bad excuse you've made up this time."

Kurt turned around and left, striding away in a manner that made it clear to anyone watching that while he was angry he wasn't going to be as undignified as to storm away like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

Blaine stared after him in confusion, feeling distinctly hurt as he watched Kurt turn a corner and disappear from sight, but with no idea what he had done or how to fix it.

What had Kurt meant? Of course their friendship meant something to Blaine! How could Kurt even suggest- and what did he mean about Blaine coming to his audition?

Was this some kind of passive aggressive attack to make Blaine feel guilty?

The bell rung again and Blaine jolted out of his thoughts, realizing that class had just started as he quickly made his way to his classroom down the hall.

Today is Tuesday.

What did Kurt even mean by that?

Usually when he was being passive aggressive Blaine had some idea where he was coming from but that Tuesday comment had really confused him. In fact, if Kurt had been that upset that Blaine had missed his audition then why didn't he just come right out and say it? It wasn't exactly Kurt's style to hold back when he thought someone had wronged him.

Blaine reached the door of his classroom, slightly out of breath as he pushed it forward, trying not to make an entrance.

"Mr. Holbrook, I'm sorry I-"

Blaine froze, staring blankly at the twenty five or so unfamiliar faces staring back at him.

"Mr. Anderson?" The teacher called to him from his desk, "Was there something that you wanted?"

"Sorry I... has there been a room change? I'm in Mr. Holbrook's math class and I don't think anyone told me about the swapped classrooms."

The teacher frowned at him, tilting his head to study Blaine curiously.

"No, I'm afraid I wouldn't know. You can go up to the front office if you need help, but our class is always here every Tuesday morning."

"T-Tuesday? Right, sorry, I'll just go there now. Excuse me," Blaine backed out of the class room, shutting the door behind him as he slumped against the wall, still clutching tightly at his maths textbook.

Was this some kind of joke that the whole school was in on? Why would Kurt agree to play along if it was?

Blaine straightened up and adjusted his tie, if it was Tuesday then that meant he had physics with Miss Roberts in one of the lecture theatres. Blaine headed off in that direction, making his way through the now empty corridors as he tried to figure out what was happening.

It was Wednesday.

He knew this, he knew it from the moment he woke up.

He could remember school on Tuesday and on Monday and could easily remember what he'd done on the weekend, by all signs this meant that today was Wednesday and Blaine had no idea what the rest of the school was playing at.

Pulling out his phone, he typed in the password, determined to check facebook and see if there was some public event he had missed out on. It was a little unrealistic to expect even the teachers to get behind it but right now it was one of the few explanations Blaine had.

Blaine was about to click on the app, thumb hovering over the button when he glanced at the top right of the screen and froze, coming to a halt in the middle of the hallway as he tried to work out what he was seeing.

Tuesday, 14th of May.

The date on his phone said it was still Tuesday.

How could that be possible?

Blaine dumped his bag on the floor, searching through it to pull out his homework diary as he frantically turned pages to get to the right day.

His phone had a password on it, he slept with it under his pillow so as to muffle the alarm for Jeff. There was no possible way someone could have broken into it and changed the date while he slept.

Why would someone go to such effort?

Blaine finally reached the right page in his diary and glanced down, hoping to see all the homework assignments he had written in yesterday.

Blank.

The page was completely blank as if nobody had written or erased a single word.

This- this wasn't possible.

Blaine flipped through the rest of his diary with a growing unease, confirming his suspicions that the only day that had been erased was Tuesday.

The rest of the diary was exactly as he remembered it, his handwriting identical with the same notes and pictures he had drawn while bored in class. It was as if Tuesday had never happened, like the day had completely been erased from everyone else's memory but his.

Blaine sat backwards, breathing deeply as he closed his eyes and forced himself not to panic.

That had been the thing his subconscious was trying to tell him, he had thought something was off all morning and he finally had an answer.

He'd left early yesterday morning to grab a forgotten book from his dorm room so he hadn't bumped into Kurt, but everything else about that morning, the food served, the boys eating, the conversations, God, even the way they moved would have been identical.

Because yesterday had been Tuesday and today was Tuesday too.

But- that didn't make sense.

How could you have the same day twice in a row? It wasn't feasible, it defied the laws of physics and even just the concept of it was-

Déjà vu!

Blaine sat up quickly, eyes widening as he considered the possibility. Maybe yesterday had just been a very vivid dream, brought on by stress and working himself too hard and- yes, that would explain it.

Yesterday had been an incredibly realistic, incredibly accurate dream but now it was all over and he had woken up. He'd already proven that he could deviate from the dream Tuesday. He'd walked with Kurt to class, he'd accidently gone to the wrong classroom. None of that had happened yesterday, so that had to mean he was in control now, right?

Blaine pushed his diary back into his bag, shoving the strap over one shoulder as he stood up and straightened his blazer.

The sane thing to do now would be to carry on with the rest of his day, he'd finish a little homework and oh God, Blaine realized with a sinking feeling, he would have to finish his history project for the second time, but after a bit of homework he would go to sleep early and put this confusing day behind him.

He'd wake up calm and relaxed and make his way through a perfectly normal Wednesday, not letting out the slightest hint to his friends that anything was wrong.

Right, he could do this.

He'd be fine, all he had to do was get through this day and the stress dream would be over.

Easy.

***

"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-"

Blaine swung up to switch the alarm off, slumping backwards into his pillows as he ran his hands through his hair. Glancing to the right, Blaine peeked a look at Jeff's bed, freezing as he saw it empty, the covers thrown back and rumpled.

Okay, okay that didn't mean anything. Jeff might have a reason to get up early on a Wednesday morning, just because he wasn't here didn't mean that it was Tuesday. Blaine reached for his phone on his bedside table, unlocking it as he warily glanced at the top right corner.

Tuesday, 14th of May.

Blaine threw his phone at the floor, rolling over as he buried his face in his pillows.

What the hell was going on? He'd gone to bed early, he'd eased through his classes, not even going out of his way to find out how Kurt's audition had gone.

He'd- how could this be a dream for the third time in a row?

He was awake! Everything around him, this was real. He wasn't asleep, he knew what a dream felt like.

What the hell was happening? Was he- had he gone crazy? Blaine rolled on to his back, staring up at the ceiling in fear. Was this a form of insanity? The last stage before he completely lost his mind? He was already reliving the same day over and over again, wasn't that a sign that he had completely lost it?

Maybe he was in a coma.

He'd been in some terrible accident and now his brain was trying to piece itself back together, reliving the day of the trauma over and over again until not only could he remember what had happened, but he was able to accept it.

If he was in a coma did that mean he was in hospital? Was his family there? Would they take the time out of their busy schedules to come see him if he was comatose?

Oh God, Kurt would be devastated.

He'd probably bring Blaine flowers, changing them whenever they started to die. Maybe he'd even decorate his room to make it look homier; Blaine knew how much Kurt loved decorating things.

Blaine entertained himself with the idea of being in a coma for a couple of minutes until his phone started beeping again, warning him that he had to leave in ten minutes.

Blaine sat up and got out of bed.

Okay, new plan. All he had to do was keep going through however many Tuesdays until he could find a way out. Blaine still wasn't prepared to rule out the possibility of it being a stress dream, maybe he just had to last through one more day and then things would go back to normal. It wasn't as if the Tuesdays could last forever, right?

***

"If you're sure that this is normal for birds like Pavarotti," Kurt frowned, "I guess I'll trust your judgement. I'm just worried."

"You're doing fine," Blaine said, walking with Kurt down the Dalton hallway.

"Hey Blaine," Terry passed by, keeping eye contact for an unusually long time as he brushed up against Blaine's side.

"Hey Terry," Blaine replied, giving him a weak smile.

"I'll see you later."

"Yeah, sure."

"Who was that?" Kurt asked once he had passed, his shoulders stiff and his voice cold.

"Nobody, some guy in my maths class. Look Kurt don't worry about Pavarotti, and don't worry about your audition."

A passing student brushed past Blaine on the left, his bag swinging and hitting Blaine in the side as the other student called an apology over his shoulder.

"I don't want to annoy you or sound like I'm panicking about nothing, it's just this is a really big deal to me and-"

"Kurt, you'll do fine. Relax," Blaine said through gritted teeth, still rubbing at his side as he tried to ignore how panicked he was feeling.

"I know, I know, you keep saying," Kurt sighed, "But I just can't help feeling like something bad is going to happen."

A crowd of boys appeared from around the corner, pushing past them as Kurt and Blaine were forced to squeeze up close against the wall. The five minute warning bell sounded and the pace of the students bustling around them all sped up, anxious to go to their classes before they were late.

"Here," Kurt grabbed on to Blaine's hand and tugged him out of the crowd and tugged him down a staircase, making a face as they passed Sebastian with his tongue stuffed down the tall, brunette boy's throat.

"Ugh," Kurt wrinkled up his nose, "Someone should warn that guy that he'd contract fewer diseases if he decided to make out with a toilet."

"Good morning to you too Hummel," Sebastian pulled away from the boy with a wet sucking sound to wink at Kurt, before turning back to his make out partner.

Kurt rolled his eyes and ignored him, pulling Blaine after him down the stairs.

"Blaine, can we stop ignoring the subject for a minute and talk about my audition?"

"Talk away," Blaine replied, coming to a stop next to him at the foot of the stairs.

Kurt took a deep breath, drawing up his shoulders to look Blaine in the eyes.

"Warblers practice today, are you coming or not?"

"I'm sorry Kurt, but I've kind of got bigger things to worry about."

"Right," Kurt said flatly, "Look, if you don't want to come, just say so."

"That's not it at all-"

"I'll see you later."

"Kurt!" Blaine called after him in frustration as Kurt made his way down the hallway without looking back once. Blaine shuffled forward, ready to go after him but glancing around at the retreating students, realized that class was about to start.

How could he make Kurt understand?

He was stuck in some kind of time loop that was defying the laws of physics, a missed audition for a solo was in no way comparable to what Blaine was going through. He couldn't try to explain it to the other boy though, Kurt would think he was insane or had snapped from all the stress he was under.

He would tell the nurse, one of the teachers or even worse, Wes.

Blaine couldn't handle being fussed over as people insisted that the repeating Tuesdays were 'all in his mind' and 'nothing to worry about'. Blaine knew this was real, he knew this was actually happening and no amount of concerned teachers or friends would be able to convince him that it wasn't.

Blaine made his way to his physics room, nodding a greeting at his teacher as he made his way to the third row and took his usual seat next to Nick.

Soon Nick would turn to him and say-

"Hey, did you finish all the questions for homework? I couldn't figure out number nine."

Calculate the time it would take for a cannon ball of 1 kg to hit the ground after falling from 50 meters.

How much force would the falling object hit the ground with?

How long would it take a skydiver of 55 kg to fall before they reach Terminal Velocity?

Blaine was reaching for his bag before Nick had even finished his sentence, pulling out his workbook as he slid it across the table.

"Have a look at mine, I did up to question fifteen."

"Thanks Blaine," Nick grinned at him to which Blaine weakly returned the smile. Somehow the conversation seemed to have lost its effect when it was the fifth time they had had it.