"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."

"Kurt, relax. Pavarotti is fine, you are fine and you have nothing to worry about, just let it go," Blaine said through gritted teeth, ignoring Kurt's slightly hurt look as they walked together down the hallway.

"Did I say something wro-"

"Hey Blaine," Terry interrupted them, brushing up against Blaine's side in what he probably thought was a subtle manner.

"Hey Terry," Blaine replied wearily.

"I'll see you later."

"Yeah, sure."

Terry grinned at him over his shoulder and Blaine attempted a smile back, this was the seventh time Terry had walked past them in the hallway and Blaine had finally caught on to the fact that Terry might have a small crush on him.

"Who was that?"

Something Blaine hadn't been able to figure out however, was why Kurt sounded so cold whenever he asked that question. Blaine had thought about questioning further but didn't want to mess up the schedule he had in the morning, he had no idea what would happen if he changed the way the day was supposed to run.

"Nobody, move to the right."

"Huh?"

Blaine pushed Kurt to the side as another student came barrelling down the corridor, his bag swinging out dangerously and just missed hitting Blaine in the side.

"Nice save, I don't see why everyone has to push so much, if you want to get to class earlier then leave early. It's that simple."

Blaine hummed in agreement, pushing up against the wall further as the group of students appeared from around the corner and pushed past them, laughing and joking as they brushed past them.

"Look Blaine, I wanted to talk to you about my audition today."

"I can't make it."

"Wait, what?" Kurt came to a stop, a hurt expression on his face, "Why not?"

"Kurt I-" Blaine cut off, noticing Sebastian only a meter away making out intensely with the tall brunette, although he seemed oblivious Blaine knew he was listening in on their conversation for any kind of gossip.

"Come here," Blaine grabbed on to Kurt's hand and tugged him down the staircase, "Let's get a little bit further away from everyone else."

"I don't understand why you won't come."

"Kurt, I'm sorry but there's just so much going on in my life right now and I can't..." Blaine broke off with a sigh, slumping his shoulders forward as he rubbed at his forehead tiredly.

"I can't right now."

Kurt stared at him in silence, studying him curiously as his face finally morphed into a look of sympathy.

"Blaine, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's... I've just been feeling trapped lately. I feel trapped."

"Trapped? How?"

"Like everyday's the same, like I'm just going over the same motions. I used to feel like this before I met you but it...it's never felt so literal before. I can't escape it and I can't handle another day of... of..." Blaine gestured around wildly, "Of Tuesdays, I can't do it."

"Okay, you've lost me."

"I can't go to another physics class Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed pacing away from him, as the last few students slipped into their classes and the final bell rang, "Letting Nick look over my homework and watching the same power point and reading the same chapter in the textbook! I can't do it. I thought it would be easy until things started making sense, until something changed but nothing changes, everything stays the same but me! How am I- I can't..."

"Hey, hey, hey," Kurt moved forward hesitantly, reaching up to squeeze at Blaine's arm, "It's okay, if you don't want to go to class then don't, I mean you don't," Kurt paused for a second, "You don't even have to come to my audition if you don't feel up to it. Why don't you go sleep for a bit in your room? I'll text Nick and Jeff to cover for you."

"I can't," Blaine clenched his hands in frustration, feeling as if he was on the verge of tears as he tried to find a way to explain how he felt. "You don't understand, everything has to stay the same and if I mess something up then I have no idea what will happen."

"The world won't end if you take a day off Blaine, you're already late for class and somehow the school hasn't crumbled to the ground. You need to stop being so hard on yourself, if you wanted to just take off for a day then no one would blame you, everybody knows the amount of stress you're under."

Kurt's hand was still closed lightly around his arm, his thumb dragging back and forth as Blaine relaxed, slumping forward until his head was buried in the curve of Kurt's shoulder.

"I don't know what I'm doing," He mumbled.

Kurt slowly lifted his left arm to hug Blaine closer, tightening his grip across his back as he paused, looking for words.

"You're not trapped," Kurt said quietly, "I know sometimes it can feel like there are a hundred different obligations and tasks you need to complete, but don't forget that you're in control. It's up to you whether you choose to complete it or not, it's your choice to come to school every day. You're never trapped if you can make decisions like that."

Blaine hummed in agreement, letting Kurt support his body weight as he tried not to focus on being lost in a never ending loop of Tuesdays and instead tried to concentrate on how warm Kurt was, or how good the other boy smelt. If he was forced to spend a lifetime reliving the same day, at the very least he would have Kurt.

"What do you want to do?" Kurt asked softly, interrupting his thoughts, "Do you feel up to going to class or do you want to go back to your room and watch a couple of movies? You could even go out to lunch if you wanted to get out of the school completely, my car's still in the parking lot."

"Hmm?"

"My car's in the parking lot, I could drive you somewhere if you wanted to leave, I don't let anybody touch my baby so I'm not going to just hand over the car keys but if you really needed-"

"I could just leave the school?"

Blaine blinked in surprise, wondering why the idea hadn't occurred to him before.

"Well... yes, if you really wanted to and just for today."

"But Dalton's where the day keeps repeating, if I could somehow leave then I could wait out the next day somewhere else. Then when it was Wednesday I could come back and things would go on like normal."

"I... you've lost me again."

"C'mon!" Blaine pulled out of Kurt's grip, suddenly excited at the possibility of escaping, "I need you to drive me away from here."

"Where to?"

"You know what Kurt? It doesn't even matter, anywhere so long as it's not here."

Blaine grabbed on to one of Kurt's hands and started leading him back up the stair case and out towards the parking lot, squeezing tightly as he dragged the other boy behind him.

"I know you'll miss your Tuesday classes but in the grand scheme of things it doesn't really matter, if this doesn't work out then you can just do them tomorrow."

"Blaine you're not making any sense."

"I'll explain afterwards."

"What about my audition?"

Blaine refrained himself from rolling his eyes at the question, instead tugging Kurt forwards faster who was still putting up the slightest resistance.

"I'll tell the Warblers it was my fault, you can audition at another time."

"Blaine I've been practicing for this for weeks! What if they don't let me have another audition? What if they just give the solo to someone else because I didn't bother to turn up?"

"Stop worrying so much, I'll tell Wes and David what happened. There are more important things than a solo Kurt."

"Yeah maybe for you," Kurt snapped, still pulling back so Blaine had to drag him forwards, "You're the main soloist, you don't have to fight for a chance to shine but for the rest of it's a little more difficult than 'oh well, I guess I'll try again next time a solo comes around.' There might not be another solo."

Blaine stopped from where he had been yanking Kurt after him, turning to face the taller boy. Kurt stared back at him angrily, his eyes narrowing into the beginnings of a glare as Blaine held up a hand in appeasement.

"Listen to me, there will always be another solo, especially for you. Your voice is amazing, and I know you've had a little trouble adjusting to a new school but the Warblers would be crazy not to choose you. I know I'm not explaining things properly but I really need you right now. You're my best friend, frankly you're the only person I trust not to tell me I'm crazy so I know I'm asking a lot, but please, I promise I will do everything I can to get you another audition. Drive me away from here, just for today and then I'll never ask for anything else ever again."

Kurt stared at him in silence, eyes tracing over Blaine's earnest expression as Blaine lightly stroked at the skin of Kurt's wrist, where his fingers were still wrapped around.

"Please."

The tension in Kurt's body seemed to disappear as he sighed, glancing to the side as his eyes flickered back to meet Blaine's.

"Okay."

"Thank you! Thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me."

"I think I have some idea, I am giving up an audition you know."

"I know, and I'm so grateful, you- I love you so much for this."

"Yes well," Kurt tilted his head to the side, his cheeks slightly pink as he blushed at Blaine's words, "Let's just leave before a teacher comes out and gives us a detention."

"Right of course, lead the way."

Kurt marched forward, head held high as Blaine hurried to keep up with him as they made their way outside. It was only as they were reaching the final door that Blaine realized he hadn't let go of Kurt's hand.

***

There was a clock somewhere that was grating on Blaine's nerves, he couldn't see it hanging anywhere on the nearby walls of the café but he could hear the obnoxiously loud ticking and it was slowly driving him insane.

Kurt was seated on the opposite side of the booth, his knee jiggling up and down as his fingers drummed a beat on the table and he chewed at his bottom lip. Blaine was slowly sipping from a can of coke but Kurt had drunken at least five cups of coffee in the hour and a half that they'd been here and showed no signs of stopping.

"Do you think we're going to get kicked out?" Kurt turned to Blaine to ask, his eyes wide and serious even though his body was thrumming with nervous energy.

"No, the sign on the door says its open twenty four/ seven."

"Yeah but the waitress keeps shooting us looks."

Blaine slowly glanced over his shoulder, trying to be as subtle as possible as he glanced over at the waitress wiping down the counter. It was true that she was glaring as she worked, but that wasn't necessarily out of any resentment for the two boys. It wasn't as if working the night shift on a Tuesday was particularly pleasant for anyone.

They were the only ones sitting in the diner, it was ten minutes to twelve and Blaine and Kurt had needed someplace to stay as they waited for Wednesday to begin, preferably someplace that wasn't in Kurt's car on the side of the road. Kurt had seemed tired of driving anyway, he hadn't said anything but Blaine could see the tension building as it got later and later at night and Blaine still insisted that they stay out.

Today had been a pretty good day as far as Blaine was concerned, he knew Kurt was upset about missing his audition but Blaine had been serious when he said he'd get him another chance for the solo. The important thing right now was to escape the Tuesdays, to move on to a time where he could actually control his life and move freely.

"Well?" Kurt asked.

Blaine blinked at him surprise, completely forgetting what they had previously been talking about.

"Huh?"

"Do you think she's going to kick us out? Or call Dalton?"

"Kurt, we left our blazers and ties in the car. How would she know what school we come from?"

"Dalton's the closest school and we don't exactly look like we're over eighteen. It would only take the smallest amount of logic to piece it together and then suddenly the whole school board knows that we skipped."

"Stop panicking," Blaine rolled his eyes, "You're being ridiculous. There's no way she would make that connection, in fact she's more likely to figure out that we go to Dalton if you keep mentioning it so loudly."

Kurt slumped backwards into his seat, scowling at Blaine as he then turned to face the window.

Blaine sighed in frustration, rubbing at his forehead as he instantly regretted what he had said. He shouldn't have snapped like that, he knew Kurt was already on edge from missing his audition and leaving school with Blaine without warning. In Kurt's mind, Blaine had been acting normal all Monday only to have a panic attack Tuesday morning over something Kurt couldn't understand.

Blaine still hadn't told him all the details of why he was feeling trapped; he had no idea how to explain it without sounding crazy so he had decided to leave Kurt in the dark, hoping that Kurt would trust him enough to go along with his plan.

Kurt might be edgy and a little snappy, but he was still here.

He was still sitting in some dumpy diner with Blaine at 11:54 on a school night when he could be at Dalton, safe and warm in his room.

Blaine had no right to complain about anything Kurt said or did, not when after driving Blaine around all day he was still here. Who else would have agreed to come with him? Who else would have helped him besides Kurt?

"I'm sorry," Blaine said, leaning forward so Kurt could hear him clearly, "You're right to be worried. I did kind of drag you out here against your will."

"Blaine if I hadn't wanted to come, then I wouldn't be here."

Kurt still hadn't glanced away from the window but Blaine breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Kurt at least wasn't ignoring his existence.

"I know, but it was still my idea and I didn't give you much time to protest. You missed your audition for me and I know it meant a lot to you."

"But Blaine," Kurt said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I thought it was just one stupid audition. I thought it didn't mean anything and I was overreacting. What did you say? 'There are more important things than a solo, Kurt.'"

"I..."

Blaine dropped his head, pausing for a few seconds as he tried to think of the right thing to say.

"I shouldn't have said that. Believe me Kurt, I know more than anyone else how much you deserve to have a solo. I just... I needed you today. That doesn't mean it wasn't selfish of me to ask you to give up your audition, especially when I know how much you've practiced for it. It was important to you, and if it's important to you then it's important to me too."

Kurt seemed to pause at that, an unnatural stillness settled over his shoulders that made Blaine struggle to figure out what he was thinking. Kurt's jiggling had completely stopped by now but Blaine could feel his heart twinge in empathy as he took in how rumpled and tired Kurt looked, his hair was unusually messy and his shirt looked crumpled and creased, nowhere near the usual standards Kurt liked to present himself as. Blaine was really going to have to buy him an expensive thank you present once this was all over.

"Really?" Kurt finally said softly.

"Yes, you're my best friend. I want nothing more than for you to get the admiration you deserve. I'll talk to Wes and David tomorrow, I'll tell them how I forced you to come with me and wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Well," Blaine could see the corners of Kurt's mouth curving up into a smile as he turned to make eye contact, "You wouldn't have to go that far."

"Are you still angry at me?"

"No, I wasn't angry at you in the first place. Just worried and a bit hyped up on coffee."

"Yeah I was wondering about that," Blaine grinned, "How many cups have you had now?"

"That's not important," Kurt said, quickly changing the subject as Blaine smiled at him fondly, "In fact I think we should be focusing on why you're here. Are you feeling better?"

Blaine leaned back, turning the question over in his head.

"I think... yes. Just knowing that you would be willing to drive me out here made me feel better. I know this all probably seems crazy to you-"

"I transferred schools from McKinley," Kurt said dryly, "There is no way you can compete with the levels of crazy I have witnessed."

Blaine chuckled to himself, glancing up to catch Kurt's eye as they both grinned.

"Seriously though," Kurt continued, "I'm glad I could do something. I hate seeing you unhappy or upset, you helped me so much and yet sometimes it feels like you're unwilling to tell me about anything bothering you, as if you don't trust me enough or... or think I'll just be useless."

"Wow, wow, wow," Blaine frowned, latching on to one of Kurt's hands in alarm, "Why would you say something like that? Of course I trust you. Of course I do, how could you think that I don't?"

"It's nothing really, I shouldn't have said anything."

"Kurt," Blaine drew out his name reproachfully as Kurt glanced up to meet his eyes before looking away with a sigh.

"Believe it or not Blaine, but I can tell when you pull back from me, I can tell when you're upset about something and just don't want to say what. It kind of makes me feel like a crappy friend because I know something's wrong and I know you don't want my help."

Blaine blinked at him in surprise, realizing with a jolt that Kurt's words actually had a basis of truth to them. The other boy had a point of course, but it wasn't as if Blaine was consciously holding back. Any problems he had paled in comparison to his friends, what was the point of complaining about his parents or classes when he was surrounded by people with real problems?

He hadn't realized that Kurt had noticed though, he hadn't realized that Kurt might know him well enough to pick up when he was upset about something without Blaine outright stating it.

It made something warm twist in Blaine's stomach, he could feel a slight swarm of nerves but there was also something loosening in his chest. Blaine couldn't understand why he was feeling this way and tightened his hand that was gripping at Kurt's, trying to steady himself and think of a response.

"I... I'm not hiding anything from you. Not you specifically anyway, it's just... easier for me to keep it to myself. It doesn't mean I don't trust you or think you can't help me-"

"Well if you think that I could help you then why don't you let me in more often?"

"I've-" Blaine floundered for words, suddenly uncomfortably with the direction the conversation was taking, "Kurt, I've told you more than I've ever told anyone else. I told you about my family, I told you about Sadie Hawkins! Isn't that enough? Doesn't that show that I trust you?"

Kurt shifted backwards, pulling his hand out of Blaine's grip as he stared at him with an expression crossed between disappointment and frustration.

"You didn't tell me how those things made you feel though, you don't complain to me about your Dad when he calls you or bitch to me about any problems going on in your life. Even the Sadie Hawkins dance, you mentioned it to once to me and then never brought it up again."

"Well maybe I don't like talking about it," Blaine snapped, "Has that ever occurred to you?"

"Then why bring it up in the first place?" Kurt snapped back.

"Well excuse me for wanting to confide in someone about the scarring event that happened to me at fourteen! I apologize for not being emotional enough."

"But you didn't confide in me, you never do! You told me about it as if you were talking about a bad date you'd gone on."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"But you did! It almost sounded as if you were describing something that had happened to an acquaintance, or as if you were repeating a worded speech. When I tried to talk about how you felt or what happened afterwards you completely changed the subject, as if whether I had recorded the last episode of America's Next Top Model was more important than you being gay bashed at fourteen."

Blaine flinched at his words, grinding his teeth together as his hands clenched around the edge of the table.

"You are reading way too much into this."

"Am I?" Kurt spat, "Because I think I've figured everything out pretty much spot on. It's okay for me to be your pity project-"

"Pity project!" Blaine exclaimed.

"-It's okay for you to be the big strong mentor who I follow around like a puppy, but as soon as I start to turn into a real friend, as soon as I start to get closer to you then suddenly it's time to shut me out."

"You are my best friend!" Blaine cried, his anger giving way to confusion and bewilderment at how spiteful Kurt's words were, "And I've never shut you out, you're the one who's been pulling away! You're the one who's been distancing themselves."

"Only because I'm sick of being the vulnerable one in this friendship, I'm sick of liking you more than you like me. I don't want to become dependent on anyone, especially when at times it feels like they only view me as... as some kind of obligation."

"I don't understand where this is coming from; none of what you're saying is true! Maybe it's not about you Kurt, I mean has it ever occurred to you that maybe I just prefer to keep my problems to myself instead of dumping them all over my friends?"

"You think I'm dumping my problems on you?"

"That's not what I said! I said that I like to keep my problems to myself, not that anyone else should. Why is that such a big deal? I don't see why it's worth talking about."

"Really? Because I'm starting to think you just don't like the idea of anyone realizing that you have real human emotions," Kurt spat, "Maybe you don't want people to realize that you're just as flawed as the rest of us."

"Real human- I'm not a robot!"

"Then stop acting like one!"

The diner fell silent, both boys suddenly aware of how loud they had been arguing as the waitress watched them in obvious interest.

Kurt sighed, shoulders slumping forward as he rubbed at one of his arms.

"It's too late for this, I don't want to keep arguing with you, not when we're both obviously on edge and will regret it later."

"What did you mean when you said I was acting like a robot?"

"Blaine-"

"What did you mean?" Blaine demanded.

Kurt studied him with a tired look, suddenly seeming much older than seventeen years as a car drove past and the bright headlights lit up his face.

"That came out wrong."

"Just tell me."

"You have this distance, okay?" Kurt said, obviously still irritated by everything Blaine had said, "It's like people are only allowed to get so close to you and find out so much before you switch back into Golden boy and refuse to let anyone think that everything isn't perfect in your world. You're one of my closest friends Blaine, but do you have any idea how rejected I feel when Jeff comes up to ask me if I've talked to you yet about the phone call you had with your father two days ago, and I realize that not only have you not mentioned it, but you also pretended that nothing was wrong?"

"It wasn't a big deal."

"Jeff said that you looked like you wanted to cry."

Blaine crossed his arms uncomfortably and stared out the window so as to avoid Kurt's eyes. All he had wanted was to escape school for the day so he could get out of the time loops, he didn't want to have a big conversation about his insecurities and all the things Kurt thought was wrong with him.

"It wasn't a big deal," Blaine muttered again.

"I'm not fragile Blaine," Kurt said, a touch more softly as the frustration in his voice gave way to weariness, "I'm not going to break if you dump some of your problems on me. I don't need you to be my rock, I have my Dad for that. But being friends is a two way street, you can't just expect me to tell you about my problems and insecurities and then give nothing in return."

"It's just easier."

"For who?" Kurt asked tiredly, "For you? Me? I'm not asking you to bare your soul, but just letting me in occasionally would be nice. If you're upset about something then I want you to tell me. I might not be able to solve all your problems, but sometimes just telling someone else can make you feel better."

Blaine didn't reply, he had no idea what to say and instead continued staring out the window, avoiding Kurt's gaze with his arms crossed tightly.

Was this what Wes and David had been talking about before all the Tuesdays had started? Was this what they meant by distancing himself from Kurt?

He hadn't been doing it on purpose, he hadn't even realized. But some of the things Kurt had said rung a little too true and now Blaine felt as if he was on display, open and vulnerable to Kurt's eyes and words.

"What if I let you in," Blaine said quietly, still staring out the window as Kurt leant in to hear him, "And then you don't like me anymore? What if you think I'm needy or a coward or not the person you decided to be friends with in the first place?"

"That's not possible," Kurt said firmly.

"But what if-"

"It's not possible Blaine. I know you're not any of those things."

Kurt paused to breathe, drumming his fingers against the table as he frowned in thought.

"On the first day I met you I cried about my bullying problems and admitted that I couldn't handle it alone," Kurt said softly, recalling the memory with a distant expression, "You picked up all my phone calls and stayed up with me when I was panicking about going to school the next day. Then when my problems with Karofsky escalated you skipped school to help confront him and yet... you won't even consider telling me when you're having a bad day. Whatever you think, I seem to be the more 'needy' one in this friendship, or at least, I like you a lot more than you like me."

"That's not true!"

"Isn't it?"

"No," Blaine insisted, "You're the best friend I've ever had, you're the person I trust the most. I mean, do you think I would have asked anyone else to drive me out here? Do you think I would have trusted anyone else?"

"I don't know," Kurt sighed, tired again as he rubbed at his eyes, "All I know is that it's 11:58 on a Tuesday night and I'm sitting in some diner with you, skipping school just because you said you were feeling trapped and wanted to leave for the day. You haven't even given me a proper explanation and yet I'm still here."

"I can't explain it properly."

"Can't or won't?"

"Can't," Blaine said firmly, "And I'm sorry for making you feel like I don't want to talk to you about anything personal but it has nothing to do with you, I just... I have trouble letting people in."

"So do I, but I don't block you out completely."

Blaine didn't reply, instead watching Kurt slump back in his seat with his eyes closed. The other boy really did look tired and Blaine was starting to wonder if there was something else going on in Kurt's life that he didn't know about.

"You really are my best friend, you know," Blaine said.

Kurt opened his eyes and studied Blaine for a few silent seconds, finding nothing but sincerity written across Blaine's face, his mouth curved up into a small smile.

"I know, but I think you should say it more often. You're my best friend too."

"I'm sorry I made you skip with me, it was selfish."

"Don't apologize," Kurt said with a small shrug, "I would have come even if you hadn't asked. I would have liked to be back in time for auditions but frankly, you're more important to me."

Blaine felt his face heating up and he ducked his head downwards, a swooping tingling feeling settled in his stomach at Kurt's words as Blaine struggled to understand why he was having such a strong reaction to such a small sentiment.

"You're... you're really important to me too."

Kurt didn't reply immediately, but when Blaine glanced up again a few seconds later, he could see Kurt had a small, pleased smile tugging at his mouth.

"Yes well, it'd be nice to be reminded of that a little more often too."

"I will," Blaine promised, "I'll also try to let you in more, I wasn't really aware that I was distancing myself in the first place."

Kurt smiled at him, his eyes crinkling up at the corners in the way Blaine loved as Blaine smiled back at him.

"That's all I'm asking for."

The waitress had completely disappeared by now, bored that Kurt and Blaine had stopped shouting at each other and were talking quietly once more as Kurt closed his eyes again and rubbed at the bridge of his nose to try and get rid of some of the stress. Blaine could feel something churning uneasily in his stomach as the diner clocks ticking drew his attention once again, his fingers twitching as he started to tap his foot against the side of the booth.

"What's the time?"

"Um," Kurt checked his watch, "About fifteen seconds to twelve."

Blaine nodded his head, biting at his lip as he drummed his fingers against the table.

"After this we can go home, right?" Kurt asked, staring at him in concern.

"Yep, as soon as it turns twelve it's all over."

The clocks ticking was getting obnoxiously louder if that was even possible and Blaine could feel Kurt's eyes on the side of his face. He felt pinned in place and he wanted to rebel against the feeling, he wanted to jump out of his seat and run but there was something holding him still, something keeping him seated that whispered he needed to 'Wait and see'.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, his voice sounding worried now as he watched Blaine tense, "What's wrong?"

The clock struck twelve and the whole room seemed to come to an unnatural standstill.

Blaine's shoulders sagged, his grip loosening on the table as his face broke into a grin. That was the signal, it was twelve o'clock and officially the fifteenth. He was still on edge from his argument with Kurt but the reason they had come out here, the reason he had made Kurt drive him around in the first place had been accomplished.

"Kurt, it's Wednesday. It's Wednesday and now-"

Blaine turned to look at Kurt with a beaming grin, anxious to leave now that he had been proven right when he caught sight of Kurt's face and felt the smile drop off his face.

Kurt was frozen, not like Blaine had been seconds before but actually frozen as if time had stopped. His eyes were wide and unseeing, staring at Blaine's face with a hand halfway between them as if he had been moving to get Blaine's attention.

Kurt had once fondly mentioned the nickname Porcelain that Sue Sylvester had given him, informing Blaine that it was actually quite flattering as far as Sue Sylvester's nicknames went. But now in this moment, with Kurt seated less than half a meter away from him with no signs of life, Blaine had never thought the nickname suited him more.

He didn't look dead, he looked like some kind of doll, so lifelike and real and yet completely cold to the touch.

If a stranger had walked into the diner at that very moment, they might never have known that Kurt had been alive in the first place.

A rush over came Blaine as he flinched backwards, the cold seemed to be spreading to him, seeping into his skin and down into his bones as it stole all his energy and will to fight back. His shirt was roughly yanked from him behind him and he could feel himself falling backwards, being tugged down through the chair and away from Kurt as he fell into some kind of void, darkness swarming up over him as it hid Kurt from view and completely blocked out his vision.

There was no sound or light as he fell, Blaine wasn't even aware when he had closed his eyes but instead tensed, preparing himself for the impact of hitting the ground.

It felt like he was dreaming, as if he was sliding through consciousness and was falling in between the two worlds with nothing to grab on to and nothing to slow his descent. Sitting with Kurt in the cafe seemed light years above him, far off in some special place that he would never be able to reach or climb to.

Blaine had lost all control, he was at the complete mercy of whatever was pulling him down and it was only when his back hit some kind of soft surface that he dared to let out a gasp of air.

The coldness seeped back out of him, disappearing almost as quickly as it had appeared as Blaine lay as still as he could, breathing deeply while he tried to regain his senses.

He had no idea what had happened, there was a small amount of light that crept in under his still tightly closed eyelids that let him know the dark had vanished, but he still refused to look. Blaine was still trying to piece together what had just happened, he'd been sitting with Kurt in the diner when Kurt had frozen. Then he'd fallen backwards ('Backwards through his seat?' He thought to himself with a frown, 'How was that possible? Had that really happened?'), he'd fallen through some kind of void, his own body weight propelling him downwards until he had arrived here.

Something had tugged him down at first, something had grabbed on to the back of his shirt and pulled him right through the chair and then had yanked him all the way back to-

"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 look back-"

Blaine's eyes flashed open as he scrambled for his phone underneath his pillow.

Switching it off, he glanced around in growing confusion and horror, taking in his very normal dorm room where not a single thing was out of place.

How?

He had been miles away from Dalton, miles away and sitting in a diner with Kurt. Blaine glanced down at his phone again, already suspecting what the date would be but needing a confirmation as he typed in the password.

Tuesday, 14th of May.

That was impossible, he'd been... it had been Wednesday night just minutes ago!

Blaine slumped back into his bed, letting his phone slide out of his grip and on to the floor.

He couldn't escape, no matter how far he ran he wouldn't be able to out run whatever had trapped him here.

Someone was controlling this though, someone was making sure that he was pulled back to this morning over and over again; Blaine had felt the hand on his back. He had felt them tugging him down, pulling him away and back into the time loop.

Blaine had no idea who it was, no idea who could have the power to do something like this but right now he was certain of one thing, he was completely out of his depth.