"Jeff is always half a step too slow. He continuously bumps into Nick which throws off the timing and I don't care what he says, it's incredibly noticeable from where I'm standing."

"Wes?"

"Yes?"

"Can we talk about something other than Warbler issues? I wanted to talk to you. How are you doing? What's going on in your life?"

"I-" Wes blinked in surprise, studying Blaine curiously, "Nothing really."

"There must be something going on."

"Well now that you mention it, I have been having a lot of problems with Claudia lately."

"Claudia?" Blaine pulled back, trying to recall the name, "Who's Claudia?"

Wes's face creased into a scowl as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest.

"My sister," Wes muttered darkly.

***

"I said I liked his hair yesterday and all he said was 'thanks'. Thanks! Who even says that?"

"Wait I'm sorry," Blaine held up a hand to stop Jeff's tirade, "I think I'm lost here. How long have you been in love with Nick?"

"It feels like forever," Jeff sighed miserably, "I keep bumping into him at practice to try and get his attention. Do you think it's working?"

"Uh, yeah! He really- maybe you should think about trying something else."

Jeff groaned, burying his face in his hands as he slumped forwards.

"This is terrible, I'm getting nowhere. I can't believe I'm asking you of all people for advice on how to catch an oblivious guy's attention."

"Well I suppose that- wait," Blaine frowned, "What's that supposed to mean?"

***

"I don't even really know if she likes me like that, she keeps making hints that she wants me to ask her out but then she's always flirting with Nick and hanging off his side."

"Isn't Nick gay?" Blaine asked in confusion.

"Who the hell knows?" Thad threw up his hands in frustration, "The woman is making a mockery of me and I have no idea what to do. Should I ask her on a date? Do girls like chess tournaments Blaine?"

"I suppose some do."

"Maybe I'll talk to her in German, it'll be mysterious."

"I think that you should do whatever you think is right."

Thad scowled and crossed his arms, glaring moodily to the side as he seemed to hunch over.

"Nick's probably fluent in German too," He muttered bitterly.

***

"-And now I'm just interested in everything to do with the culture and the food and the history and the people and do you think it's too late to pick up the language?"

Blaine blinked in confusion, tired and slightly weary of listening to Trent ramble about his summer vacation. It was endearing in a way, but Blaine just wanted to crawl back to his bed and sleep. Every conversation he had with the Warblers seemed to take a certain amount of energy that Blaine just didn't have.

"You can do whatever you want."

"You're right, there's still time. There's an Italian film festival at the end of the month-"

"Oh yeah," Blaine cut Trent off, grateful to finally have something to contribute to the conversation, "I heard about that. I was actually thinking of going myself."

"Really?" Trent beamed at him, clasping his hands together happily.

"Great! We can go together, as friends of course. I mean, if Kurt doesn't mind. In fact you could bring him along too if you want."

"I guess so. I mean, why would Kurt care if we went to the movies together?"

Trent stared at him in disbelief, as if he couldn't understand why Blaine was being so obtuse.

"Oh, Blaine."

***

"I don't even like law and now it feels like this has come out of nowhere."

"Mm hm."

"So what if my father was a lawyer? There's no binding contract saying I have to follow in his footsteps. I'm much better with the sciences."

"That's great David."

"Wes would make a much better lawyer than I would, it's like my own mother doesn't know me at all. You know, this is just typical. She'll probably get my father to agree with her and suddenly I'll be attacked from both sides."

"Terrible."

"This is exactly like the math summer school she signed me up for when I was ten!" David exclaimed.

"Uh huh."

"Blaine are you okay?" David asked suddenly, turning to look at him with a concerned look, "You seem really tired."

***

"I don't know what Thad's problem is. I hardly get to see my cousin as it is and yet whenever she comes over to hug me, Thad glares at me like I've just tried to set fire to his blazer."

"Your cousin goes to Crawford?"

"Yes, she's very academic. She's involved in like ten clubs so we barely have time to meet up."

"Mmm."

"On top of all that, Jeff's been acting really weird lately. He laughs at everything I say even when it's not funny and keeps finding excuses to brush up against me."

"Mmm."

"Yesterday he complimented my hair Blaine, my hair. What are you supposed to say to something like that?"

"Mmm."

"He has this weird look on his face too, he keeps staring at me like Kurt looks at yo- oh."

Nick seemed to freeze in place, slowly absorbing what he had just said aloud as a light bulb seemed to go off behind his eyes.

"Blaine I think I'm going to cut this conversation short, I need to go find Jeff."

"Mmm."

"Also, Blaine?" Nick paused hesitantly from where he had scooped up his bag and was preparing to run to Jeff's dorm room, "I don't want this to come off as insulting but you might want to get some more sleep. You're looking really tired."

***

"Dude! I totally shot you!"

"You're out of ammo loser."

"Coming around from behind, AMBUSH! SURROUND THEM I NEED BACKUP."

Blaine let the controller dangle limply in his hands, not even paying attention as the sounds of shouting boys washed over him.

It was nine o'clock and they were all gathered in Nick's room, crowded around a tiny TV as they played some zombie fighting game that Blaine couldn't remember the name of. Kurt had declined the invitation to join them but on impulse Blaine had agreed, surprising the four boys who had offered only out of politeness. The only reason he'd heard about the event was because he had dragged Kurt to go sit with him at their table and not with Wes and David or Thad or Trent or any of the other Warblers.

Blaine didn't know what he was doing here, he felt like he was burdening the other boys with his presence and really wished Kurt had agreed to come along. Kurt had laughed though and said video games weren't his thing but Blaine was starting to wish he would have come anyway. Blaine felt like he was sucking the fun out of the room for the rest of the boys, at least with Kurt here he would have had someone he could easily talk to.

Nick and Jeff he knew, Warbler with the dread locks he sort of knew at least from practice and Wes's complaining about the 'unprofessional haircut', but the fourth guy was a friend from Nick's English class and had given Blaine a nod and a smile before turning back to the TV. Blaine knew he should be focusing on making friends, he should be starting up conversations like Kurt had suggested and trying to find out more about the people around him, but every effort felt like it took a huge amount of energy.

He'd talked with the Warblers, found out things about them he didn't know and even inadvertently set Nick and Jeff up with each other, but as soon as he went to sleep the days reset themselves and every conversation he'd had was forgotten, every revealing secret or deep confession was forgotten by everyone but him.

Every morning that he woke up on the same Tuesday he could feel a small piece of hope start to die inside of him. He was tired, he could feel something weighing down on him as if his blazer had slowly been acquiring stones in its pockets. Walking down the hallway every morning felt never ending, as if the corridor was stretching out before him and there was no exit in sight.

Blaine had tried to make friends, he really had but there was something holding him back from letting himself be completely known, from letting people see the real him. Without meaning to, Blaine had started to fall back on his old charming persona, making new friends but not making any strong connections. Definitely nothing that was strong enough to break him out of the time loop.

Wes had a younger sister who annoyed the hell out of him, David's mum was pressuring him to get into law school and Thad had won chess competitions and was a confident speaker of German. Jeff had this huge crush on Nick that apparently everyone besides Nick and Blaine had noticed and Trent was pretty damn good at the clarinet and had vacationed in Italy with his family last summer.

Blaine knew all this now, he'd asked about their lives and spent days dedicated to finding out as much as he could about one person.

It was the 56th day he had lived through a Tuesday and as much as his and Kurt's conversation about two weeks ago had cheered him up, nothing had changed and Blaine was starting to feel himself slide into some sort of depression. It was difficult getting up in the morning now, knowing already exactly what was going to happen and that he would have to repeat it over and over again for the foreseeable future. The Tuesday's stretched out before him, the cycle continuing so long that Blaine was on the verge of giving up.

He didn't know what to do.

He had tried everything and he didn't know what else to do.

At certain moments of the day he would find himself getting uncontrollably angry at Sebastian, storming up to his dorm room to see if the other boy had miraculously reappeared. Blaine always left disappointed, shoulders slumped as he ignored friendly greetings from other students, stalking back to his room bitterly where he fumed to himself.

He was losing his grip, he had no control over the situation he was in no matter what Sebastian had said but the worrying thing was that Blaine was starting to lose control over himself. He was angry, on edge at times and snappy with people who didn't deserve it.

He had yelled at Kurt yesterday morning, sick of the same repeated questions and persistence to get Blaine to come see his audition. He had regretted it almost immediately, watching as Kurt had recoiled in shock, a hurt look flashing across his face. His eyes had creased at the corners as if he had a sudden urge to cry before he'd straightened up and fixed Blaine with a cool stare, back rigidly straight in the same way he used to stare down a homophobic jock.

"I don't know what your problem is, but you better sort it out soon. I'm not your chew toy to take your anger out on whenever you get stressed, either you respect me and treat me like your best friend or this friendship is over and I'll find someone else to hang out with. Simple as that."

Kurt had stalked away then, not looking back once as Blaine had stared after him in despair.

He'd wanted to apologize immediately but had no idea what to say.

That had been the first and only time that Blaine had felt grateful for the repeating Tuesdays, grateful that Kurt wouldn't remember their conversation the next day. Blaine had hurried to the breakfast table, waiting impatiently until Kurt had turned up with a slightly anxious smile, ready to question about Pavarotti's health and his audition when he had been cut off by Blaine pulling him into a rough hug.

"I had a nightmare," Blaine had said quietly to Kurt's silent question.

Kurt didn't say anything more but instead hugged him back tightly, holding him there for as long as Blaine wanted even though they were in the middle of the crowded cafeteria.

In truth, Kurt's words had scared him. They had cut to the core of what he had been so afraid about days ago, of someone replacing him in Kurt's eyes and making the other boy forget all about Blaine. Blaine wasn't perfect but he tried so hard to be and couldn't handle the thought of Kurt getting bored with him, or growing sick of having to deal with Blaine's problems. Kurt had promised that letting him in would only strengthen their friendship and Blaine had promised to try, he'd let Kurt in more than he'd ever let anyone else, but he couldn't take that final step and reveal his deepest insecurities. No matter how hard he tried, there was a small voice in the back of his head that was whispering he shouldn't burden anyone with his problems and that they had more important things to worry about. The idea that he was confident and in control had been the thing that made Kurt want to be friends with him in the first place and Blaine knew that no matter what he said, Kurt would never like him nearly as much if he found out how needy and self conscious Blaine really was.

Blaine just wanted it all to be over.

He wanted to be happy again, he wanted to stop the Tuesdays once and for all and get that reward that Sebastian had said would make it all worth it.

Why couldn't he just be happy? What had he done in a previous lifetime to end up in this situation?

Blaine couldn't figure it out and sat staring into space, mind churning over every possible method for escape, every way he could finally end the nightmare he was living in.

"Blaine!" Jeff called to him, making Blaine jump in surprise as Jeff's grin turned to a slightly more concerned look, "The mission finished five minutes ago, you look totally out of it. Where'd you go, huh?"

"I'm right here," Blaine muttered, letting the controller fall from his hands to the floor as he rubbed at his weary eyes, "I didn't go anywhere, I'm right here."

Forever.

***

"Blaine? Trent said he saw you come up here about half an hour ago looking pretty upset. Is everything okay?"

"Day seventy."

"I'm sorry?"

"It's been at least seventy days since this has started, I think I lost track after that. Who knows, we could be in the hundreds by now."

Kurt started at the back of Blaine's head, pulling his jacket tighter around himself as his teeth started to chatter in the harsh winds. They were standing on the top of Dalton's roof with no cover from the outside elements or any kind of protection. The roof wasn't a very exciting place, there stairs usually had a locked cover on them to prevent students from hanging out in such a dangerous spot but Blaine had obviously somehow managed to find a key. There wasn't a proper fence around the edges of the roof either, it was more like a ledge of about a meter that lined the sides of the roof to prevent people from walking straight off. Blaine was standing next to the ledge and staring off at something Kurt couldn't see, his back and shoulders unusually rigid and held in place, not even swaying slightly in the wind.

For some reason the image made Kurt feel uncomfortable, something was obviously wrong with Blaine but he couldn't figure out what. It felt like Blaine was beyond his reach.

"Blaine I don't know what you're talking about, but if you come inside with me you can explain it and we'll find a solution. It's freezing out here."

"There is no solution!" Blaine turned to face him, shuffling backwards so his legs hit the sides of the ledge as his voice cracked on his words, "There's nothing I can do and I've tried everything!"

"Don't say that, c'mon honey, please don't say that. I can help you, we'll figure it out together-"

"You don't understand!" Blaine snapped.

Kurt took a few cautious steps forward, raising his arms in an almost soothing gesture as he took in Blaine's red rimmed eyes with a stabbing feeling of worry. Something had obviously gone horribly wrong in Blaine's life, even worse than the Gap attack or when Blaine's father had called to ask Blaine to stay at Dalton for Christmas. For Kurt this had come out of nowhere, yesterday Blaine had been bright and happy and his usual self but now...

"Was it your father? Did he call you?"

"It's everything, it's my family and school and friends and you-"

"Me?" Kurt recoiled slightly in shock, "What did I do?"

"Nothing, because you can't remember. Nobody can remember but me."

"I- Blaine if I did something to hurt you then I am so sorry, you know I would never do something like that on purpose. Just come inside with me, come inside and we can talk about it."

"I'm sick of talking to people, all I do is talk and ask them about their lives and what their problems are and how can I help but nothing ever works because I'm still stuck here. I'm still at this school, living through the same Tuesday over and over again. Sebastian said- Sebastian said he chose this day for a reason. Well guess what? Nothing has happened today. Nothing for Trent or Wes or David or Thad or Jeff or Nick and certainly nothing exciting has happened for me. Sebastian trapped me in a day that I can't escape from."

"Sebastian? What does Sebastian-"

"He said there was something I had to figure out. Well I've talked to damn near every single person in this school, I made friends with the staff and learnt details about the Janitors and I went on a date with a guy who turned out to be a huge j-jackass and I tried to make amends with my family but it's kind of a tradition to ignore my calls whenever they see my name on their mobiles and nothing has worked. Nothing. I'm so tired of going around in circles, I'm tired of the same conversations and the same classes and being the only person who knows what's happening. I'm so tired of being alone all the time."

"You're not alone Blaine, I'm right here. I... I love you so much."

"Do you?" Blaine laughed bitterly, wiping at his eyes as he tried to stop himself from crying, "Because it feels like nobody would care if I dropped off the face of the earth."

"Don't you dare say that," Kurt snapped, "Don't you ever dare, you are my best friend. You are the best friend I have ever had and you made my life so much better. Do you have any idea where I'd be if it weren't for you? I'd still be at McKinley, bullied by Karofsky and feeling completely alone, surrounded by people who are so absorbed in their own lives that they couldn't stop to consider whether maybe I needed some help. You were the first person who really tried to be there for me, who didn't think that one good act was enough and then went back to their own lives. You never for a second let me think that I wasn't important to you or wasn't worthy of your time, do you think I'd just forget about that?"

"That was back then, you don't need me anymore."

"So what if I don't need you like I did back then? That's a good thing, it means I feel safer and happier and it's because of you."

"I know but-"

"I want you in my life, I want you as my best friend for years and years to come."

Blaine breathed in shakily, the gulp of air turning into a strangled sob as he pushed a hand against his mouth to disguise the noise. Kurt took another two steps forward, seeming to regard Blaine as some kind of scared animal who would frighten at sudden movement.

"I love you Blaine, I love you so much."

The sun was shining down on Kurt, catching in his hair and lighting up the determined look in his eyes as he stared directly across at Blaine.

"He's so beautiful," Blaine thought to himself, "How can anyone be so incredibly beautiful?"

"I'm a failure," Blaine whispered aloud, barely loud enough for Kurt to hear, "Every time I try to change and get out of this loop I just wake up the next morning and everything's the same. I can't do it anymore, I'm sorry but I just can't."

"You're not a failure, you're amazing. You're so talented at so many things-"

"It doesn't mean anything!" Blaine cried out, his voice shaking with suppressed sobs, "None of it means anything! Lead soloist or debate member or fencing or polo or whatever, they're all just pointless titles. You said it yourself; nobody cares what you do in high school. In ten years time nobody's going to care if I was lead soloist of the Warblers. Nobody's even going to know what the Warbler's are."

"I don't remember saying that-"

"This is the only way, I just want it all to be over. This is the only way to make it end."

Blaine sat back on the ledge and swung one leg over to dangle down the side. From there it was a five story drop till he hit the ground, just high enough for his purpose.

Kurt's eyes widened in shock when he realised what Blaine was about to do, his mouth dropping open as his face filled with complete panic.

"No! No Blaine, please. Please stop just-just come here. Come here and we can talk about it and I can fix it, there's always a way, there's always another way."

"I'm sorry but there isn't," Blaine's voice was resigned as he swung his other leg over, bracing himself for the fall, "I've tried everything else."

"Blaine!" Kurt screamed, "Please don't do this! I love you so much, I love you, I love you, I love you, I-I can't..."

"None of this is your fault, I'm either going to wake up on Wednesday, wake up on Tuesday or... or I won't wake up at all."

"You'll die," Kurt was sobbing now, arms held out in front of him, stretching to drag Blaine back over to safety, "You'll die and that's it. You won't wake up ever again you can't-please. PLEASE."

"I'm sorry Kurt."

"NO!"

Kurt darted forward, closing the last couple of meters to try and grab at Blaine's arm. Blaine saw him coming and pushed off, feeling Kurt's fingers brush against his back.

The wind ripped at his clothes, his stomach rising up into his chest as he realised he was free falling. He was out of control, his hands subconsciously reaching for something to hold on to but finding nothing as the ground rushed closer and closer.

The last thing Blaine heard before everything went black was the sound of Kurt screaming his name.