"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 tiredly, rubbing at his forehead as he kept in step with Kurt down the Dalton hallway.

"Hey Blaine," Terry brushed past, winking at him as he brushed his hand against Blaine's.

"Hey Terry," Blaine replied with a tight, forced smile.

"I'll see you later."

"Yeah, okay."

"Who was that?"

"Nobody, a guy from my maths class."

Kurt gave Blaine a suspicious look as Blaine sighed again, rubbing at his temple where a small headache was forming.

"Move to the right."

"Huh?"

Blaine pushed Kurt gently towards the wall as a boy rushed past them, his bag swinging out and nearly 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, keeping Kurt up against the wall as the crowd of boys appeared from around the corner and rushed past them, laughing annoyingly loud and making Blaine wince in response.

"Blaine, can I talk to you about my audition?"

"Kurt, there's no need. I promise you, you'll be fine."

"I know I must sound like I'm panicking over nothing but it's just... really important to me."

"I know Kurt," Blaine had heard this speech eight times now, but he'd only needed to hear it once to understand how anxious Kurt was.

They passed by Sebastian making out with the tall blond boy as Kurt let out a sigh of frustration, grabbing Blaine around the wrist as he pulled him down the stairs.

"It's so crowded," Kurt muttered as the five minute warning bell sounded.

Blaine winced in agreement, his head throbbing as the bell seemed to intensify his headache to excruciating levels of pain.

"Blaine I think we need to stop avoiding the subject."

"What subject?" He muttered.

Kurt reached out to grab at Blaine's elbow, pulling him to a stop at the foot of the staircase.

"Are you coming to my... Blaine, are you okay?"

"Huh?" Blaine blinked at him, distracted by the sound of ringing that was still echoing around his head. He couldn't think clearly, black spots darted before his eyes and it was as if everything around him was slipping in and out of view. Something was wrong but Blaine couldn't figure out what. He couldn't even figure out if it was something wrong with the world around him or something wrong with him.

"You look sick," Kurt frowned, reaching up to place the back of his cold hand against Blaine's forehead as Blaine leant gratefully into the touch, "How much sleep did you get last night?"

"I stayed up past twelve again because I convinced myself that if I could stay up until the clock changed to Wednesday while in my dorm room, then it might all be over and things would go back to normal. But as everyone can see," Blaine gestured at the rushing students around them with one hand, using the other to rub at his eyes, "It didn't."

"Honey, you're not making any sense."

"My head hurts."

Blaine stepped forward, leaning into Kurt's chest as Kurt froze. With an almost timid hesitance, Kurt lifted his arms to hug Blaine closer, stroking gently at Blaine's back as Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's shoulder.

"Everything hurts."

"I'm sorry sweetheart, have you been to the nurse yet?"

"She can't do anything," Blaine pushed his face into the side of Kurt's neck, breathing deeply as he started to relax. He had no idea why Kurt had that effect upon him but he was definitely wasn't complaining.

"Nobody can do anything."

"Maybe you should go back to sleep," Kurt said in concern, tightening his hold to support even more of Blaine's weight. "I'll text Nick and Jeff and get them to cover for you. Nobody would blame you for wanting a day off."

"But I'm just going to wake up tomorrow morning and it will be today again, it will be the same thing and I can't handle it."

"Blaine I... I don't understand what you're saying."

"Go to breakfast meet you there, you're upset about Pavarotti and worried about your audition. Walk down the hallway say hi to Terry, I think he likes me-"

"Oh, so it's Terry, is it?"

"Then that guy who hits me with his bag, it's been eight times now and I kind of just want to yell at him but of course he won't remember. The group of boys from around the corner push past us and then the bell goes. You pull me down the staircase and we pass by Sebastian, making out with that brown haired... blonde boy?"

Blaine frowned and pulled out of Kurt's embrace, staring off to the side as he tried to remember.

"He had brown hair, I'm sure of it," Blaine muttered to himself.

"I... okay?"

"But he was blonde. He was blonde today, wasn't he?"

"I don't know-"

"Think!" Blaine turned to face him, slightly hysterical as he took in Kurt's worried expression.

"What?"

"When we passed Sebastian was he making out with a brunette boy or a blond?"

"Why does it matter? It's just Sebastian, he makes out with a lot of people, even he probably doesn't keep track."

"This is important! Was it a brunette or a blonde?"

"I- blonde? I think?"

"Blonde," Blaine reeled backwards, eyes widening as he struggled to force down the burst of panicky laughter. "He was blonde."

"Yes," Kurt said slowly, watching Blaine with obvious worry, "I think we've agreed upon that, so what?"

"Because everything stays the same!" Blaine exclaimed, "Everything stays the same except me! And now something's changed, Sebastian changed something and he knows, he's in on this whole thing and I have to talk to him."

"Blaine I think you need to calm down." Kurt took a cautious step forward, holding out a hand to try and make him stop pacing, "Not to be mean but you're kind of starting to act like a crazy person."

The bell rung above them and Blaine's head darted up in panic.

"I have to find him."

"Who? Sebastian?"

"Yes, I've got to go."

Blaine pushed past him running up the stairs as he ignored Kurt's confused and slightly hurt expression.

"Blaine, you're going to be late for class!"

Blaine didn't respond, hurtling up the stairs as he glanced from left to right with a wide eyed panic, hoping he hadn't missed them.

What if Sebastian wasn't there tomorrow? What if Blaine's only lead completely disappeared because he had been wasting valuable time talking to Kurt?

A flash of blond disappeared around the corner and Blaine felt his chest untighten. He gasped in a relieved breath of air as he clutched at his bag strap and chased after it, his school shoes hitting the ground loudly as his bag nearly slipped off of his shoulder. He raced down the now empty corridor, ignoring the full classrooms as he focused all his attention on rounding the corner.

Throwing himself to the right, Blaine barely stopped himself from exclaiming in delight as he caught sight of Sebastian and the blond boy walking down some stairs only thirty meters or so away.

He had been right, Sebastian had changed something and out of everyone in the school they were the only ones who realized what was going on.

Sebastian must have known that Blaine was aware of the repeating Tuesdays, he'd been there every morning as Blaine and Kurt had passed; he'd heard the conversation change just slightly every morning. He would have known and yet he still hadn't tried to seek Blaine out, he hadn't said anything.

Why hadn't he said anything?

"Sebastian!"

Blaine jumped down the stairs, taking them three at a time as the two boys ahead of him ground to a halt.

"Sebastian, wait up!"

Sebastian turned back to face him, looking slightly confused before he realized who was yelling at him and his face dropped into his usual smirk. The blond boy watched Blaine approach with a frown, murmuring something to Sebastian who waved him off with a carefree hand as Blaine came to a stop next to them, panting as he tried to catch his breath.

"We need to talk."

"Do we?"

"Yes," Blaine spat, heart still beating wildly at how fast he had been running.

"Well, if you insist." Sebastian turned to his friend, gesturing for him to leave, "I'll catch up with you later."

"I-okay," the blond boy blinked in confusion, hesitantly shuffling away while casting suspicious looks between Blaine and Sebastian.

"Oh God," Sebastian sighed when the other boy had finally disappeared from sight. "He probably thinks we're sleeping together."

"Sebastian what the hell is going on?"

"Someone's tetchy, has anyone told you that you need to get laid, Anderson?"

Blaine groaned in frustration, suddenly remembering why he and Sebastian didn't spend much time in each other's company.

"Just- can you not?"

"Fine, fine, here," Sebastian gestured to a nearby study room, "Let's talk in there, that way if you decide to throw a temper tantrum you'll be saved the embarrassment of losing face."

Blaine didn't respond, turning on his heel as he marched into the study hall and away from the filled classrooms.

"Calm," He told himself, he just had to get through this one conversation with Sebastian and everything would go back to normal.

"Calm," this would be over as soon as he got Sebastian to agree to act logically.

"So Blanderson, what seems to be the problem?"

"Oh, as if you don't know," Blaine spat, fist clenching as he turned around to see Sebastian reclining casually in a chair, feet crossed underneath the table.

"Now, now Blaine, we have to use our inside voices."

"What the hell is happening to me?"

Blaine stalked over to Sebastian's side, pulling out a chair as he sat down; ready for the other boy to claim he had no knowledge of what Blaine was talking about.

"Puberty? Finally?"

"Sebastian."

"Fine," Sebastian sighed, drumming his fingers on the table as he tilted his head thoughtfully, "Have you ever seen Groundhog day?"

Blaine blinked at him in surprise, pausing in his anger as he turned the words over in his head.

"...what?"

"Groundhog day? It's a classic 90's movie but a bit before your time. How old are you now? Fourteen? Twelve? Anyway, if you'd seen it then you'd realise that the main character was in a similar predicament to yours."

"Repeating Tuesdays?"

"Exactly, anyway he went through like a million of those and nearly went crazy before blah blah blah he pulled his head out of his ass and realized what had been staring him the face all along."

"Which was?" Blaine asked, still confused as to what Sebastian was talking about.

"A girl, well really it was more like he was stuck in his ways and wasn't open minded and needed to live his life or he'd be stuck in a rut, but you know, the message was get out there and live your life and he got the girl in the end so you could kind of say it was about love."

"I don't understand what you're saying- girl, I'm gay Sebastian, how does that movie have anything to do with what I'm going through?"

Sebastian sighed and rolled his eyes, fixing Blaine with a condescending stare as he leant forward on the table to make his point.

"Stop being an ass, get your life together. I cannot make it any simpler than that."

"What do you even have to do with all this? How is this even possible?"

"Okay, okay, now that one's a bit harder to explain."

Sebastian slid back in his chair, for the first time since Blaine had started to talking to him he didn't seem patronising or belittling but instead sat with a scowl on his face, arms crossed as he stared off to the side.

"It... I kind of screwed up. A while ago."

"Really?" Blaine raised an eyebrow, trying to squash the brief flash of satisfaction at how petulant Sebastian looked, "What did you do?"

"I kind of... I pissed off some very important people, I mean at the time I had no idea, it's not like I intentionally set out to piss them off but I don't think they cared. Anyway, I have to serve out time for five years and then my sentence will be repealed and I can forget this nightmare ever happened."

"Sentence? What's your punishment?"

"I... think of me like a cupid."

"Cupid? The fat naked baby in the diaper?"

"I said think of me like a cupid," Sebastian snapped, "Like a cupid, idiot. I go around and set people up and try to fix all the mistakes they've been making during their boring, tedious life spans. It is the most painful, dreary thing you can think of."

"You said fix all the mistakes they've been making," Blaine frowned, "What does that mean?"

"Well I can't go back in time and try to clean up your crap, if I could I would have gone back in time to stop you from dunking your head into that barrel of gel the first time you decided it was a good idea."

Blaine subconsciously reached up to brush his hair, scowling at Sebastian who flashed him a smirk.

"No, what I do is much more boring. I find people whose lives are going nowhere and set them on a time loop until they wise up and stop acting like complete morons. Sometimes I hang around to make sure everything's going fine or because I get the opportunity to make out with guys without them remembering it, but apart from that I go back to my time line and wait for them to join me."

"My life isn't going nowhere! My life was fine until you decided to intervene."

Sebastian groaned loudly, slumping forward to rest his head on the table as he stared at Blaine in disbelief.

"Really? Are you really serious about this?"

"I'm lead soloist of the Warblers-"

"So what? What does any of that mean? You're unhappy, it doesn't take a genius to work it out."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I've looked around, I have to investigate a little bit before zapping people into a time loop. I tried to find out who you were close to, best friends and aspirations and stuff like that but the only person people could suggest was Kurt. It made me start wondering, I mean, what was your life like before you lovebirds met? You seem so irritatingly happy all the damn time that I'm starting to wonder if you're just really fake."

"I'm not fake!" Blaine exclaimed hotly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," Sebastian rolled his eyes, "At times it kind of feels like you're sabotaging yourself, which makes you miserable which makes Kurt miserable which makes people who are forced to be around Kurt miserable. Just a quick pointer, I'm forced to share a French class with him like three times a week. You are indirectly making me miserable."

"Why do you even care Sebastian?" Blaine snapped, "Even if I am supposedly miserable or-or Kurt's upset about something I thought you'd be enjoying this, does your punishment really make you go out of your way to help people you hate?"

"Hey! I resent that, me and Kurt have struck up quite the friendship. The common goal of laughing at our fellow classmates in French brought us together and made me realize that maybe I don't hate him quite as much as I thought. I mean when I first got to this school the idea of getting into your hobbit sized pants was an enjoyable one with the added bonus of pissing off your sort of but not quite boyfriend."

"Kurt is not my-"

"Whatever," Sebastian waved a hand in dismissal, "But after a long time of being turned down even though you're technically single and I'm the hottest thing that has ever graced the Dalton halls, I kind of got bored and moved on."

"Which I shall forever be grateful for," Blaine said through gritted teeth.

"Your loss anyway, right? I'm going to be frank here Blaine, your obliviousness is not only ruining any chances you might have to be happy which usually I'd ignore because hey, it's your life to screw up and everything, but when you start messing with other people's happiness that's when I have to step in."

"Ruining other people's happiness? Who? Whose happiness am I ruining?"

"Oh Blainers," Sebastian laughed, "I can't tell you that, it doesn't work unless you solve the puzzle for yourself. I've practically given you all the pieces though, if you don't figure it out in the next three days I'm going to be seriously embarrassed on your behalf."

"You haven't given me anything, all you've told me is that somehow I'm screwing up my life and I'm messing up someone else's happiness and I'm going to be stuck in this nightmare unless I can fix it. I have no idea who to talk to or what to do and you seem to be treating this like it's a joke!"

"Calm down cowboy," Sebastian held up his hands in appeasement, "This isn't my first rodeo you know, I've been doing this for a while now and everyone eventually gets it in the end."

"What do you want from me?" Blaine sighed, feeling the anger drain out of him as he realised that Sebastian wasn't going to give him any more help. He knew he should have expected this, but he couldn't help feeling incredibly let down.

"I want you to notice what's right in front of you."

Sebastian smiled at him, not his usual smirk but an actual smile as if he could sense Blaine's frustration.

"It's really not that hard Blaine, and I promise it will all be worth it in the end."

"That's a matter of opinion," Blaine muttered.

"Lighten up champ, wait till you figure it out, you're gonna hate yourself for being so thick. Now," Sebastian turned to look at his watch, "I am severely late for class and I've got a blond to smooth things over with, so don't stress it and I'll see you around."

"That's it?" Blaine asked in disbelief, watching Sebastian stand up from his chair and reach for his bag, "That's all you're going to offer? 'Don't stress it'?"

"Blaine, I've given you everything you need. Don't focus so much on being perfect and start looking around for all the things you've been overlooking. If I make it any simpler a two year old could figure it out so stop whining about how difficult it is, I chose this day for a reason Blaine."

"And that reason was?"

Sebastian laughed, shaking his head as he fixed Blaine with a stare.

"Nice try but not gonna happen, good luck Blaine, hopefully the toxic amounts of gel you rub into your hair hasn't affected your intelligence levels or this day could go on for a very long time. I'll see you around."

With these words Sebastian left the room, shooting Blaine a wink over his shoulder as he closed the study room door behind him.

Blaine sat in silence, thinking over what Sebastian had said as he tried to make sense of everything. What if he couldn't figure it out? Would Sebastian let him out of the time loop or give him another hint? What if Blaine spent the rest of his life reliving the same day over and over again, and not even a good day, but just a normal boring Tuesday?

Nothing had happened today.

Nothing but classes and homework assignments and talking briefly with Wes and David about Warbler's auditions while they were walking down the hall together.

Nothing had happened! Why would Sebastian 'choose this day for a reason'?

Something Blaine was overlooking... what did that even mean?