Blaine kept telling himself that it was all just a coincidence. Just pure twisted luck for the pocket watch to know precisely what time it is for it to start working again. Right?

Yeah, right. It was just now that he realized how hard it is for him to convince his own freakin' self.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock…

Minutes became hours and Blaine was still sprawled on his bed, just staring off to space. Thinking…

All of his homework was neglected. His phone full of new texts, ignored…

Only because of this stupid pocket watch that's probably haunted all these years and has finally chosen him as his next victim. Damn you.

Blaine's eyes were slowly becoming heavier and heavier as time passed by…and soon enough, he started drifting off to sleep…

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When Blaine was already sleeping soundly on his bed, the pocket watch that was laid on his nightstand started springing to life; choosing midnight to begin to take its action…

A bluish smoke coming out from the pocket watch began diffusing around the air and gradually surrounded Blaine's body…making sure that he was covered in whole…

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Blaine was breathing heavily by now, having opened every door in the hallway of Dalton Academy's second floor…Only first floor to go.

F*ck. If only I've known…I should've just started off at the first floor right from the beginning!

He reached the circular stairs and began walking down the steps, touching the railings and shifting his weight on it. God, he was exhausted.

If he's in a dream, why does he feel soO damn tired every time?! Heck, why could he even feel anything in a dream anyway?! 

When he finally landed at the bottom of the stairs, he turned around and looked intently up at the circular stairway.

This is all so crazy. What if I should just stay here and wait? What if all I should be doing is to stay in one place and just wait for it to come and find me? Whatever 'it' that may be…

"Blaine?" a hesitant voice asked him out of nowhere.

Blaine immediately stood frozen on the spot. Really, dream? Really??

And he swears to God, he definitely knows who owns that voice…

When he finally found the strength to slowly turn his head to look back…

Could it be—?

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Kurt was staring fixedly at the closed door of Dalton Academy's senior common room. Waiting…AGAIN.

It feels so disconcerting that he knows every single thing lying on this thick carpeted floor. Has touched and used everything here; played the freakin' piano; watched almost all DVD collections lined up in the wall unit...BEFORE he even actually came in here in real life. 

He closed his eyes and thought deeply. Now that he can recognize where he is…maybe…

Maybe he can open that door and see for himself what's taking it so long for that 'something' to either arrive or happen.

Perhaps he should be the one looking for it instead of waiting for it to come, right?

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The senior common room's door was now left fully opened after all the hesitant rambling Kurt argued with his own self.

The sound of his footsteps was the only thing that resonated in the dark corridors of Dalton Academy. Panic was slowly creeping in as apprehension came down on him. He was walking into the ominous halls of a school he wasn't really familiar with.

Totally ALONE.

Hwow.

He didn't dare open any door that he passed by...walking by himself was enough of a scare to him, thank you very much.

Feeling relief when he finally saw the clearing where he and Blaine had met for the first time…he thought to himself. THAT's where he is definitely familiar with… 

The circular stairway…

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"Kurt??"

Blaine was gaping at Kurt in astonishment. A moment of silence filled the circular room as the two of them stared at each other, unable to move.

"Y-You…"

You're the one I was waiting for? thought Kurt…at the same time as Blaine asked himself…

You're the one I was looking for?

Then they began laughing. Amused from all the tension and suspense they have been feeling every time they were dreaming…and now that they finally knew what they were looking/waiting for…

They clutched their stomach, still laughing while they walked towards each other and not breaking eye contact…

"Oh my god!" Kurt said between giggles. "After all those nights that I've been dreaming, just waiting alone in that room? It was you all along? In here all this time?"

Blaine giggled along with Kurt until what he was saying slowly downed on him. "Wait. What did you just say?"

Kurt was wiping a tear from his eye at the moment but stopped smiling when he saw Blaine suddenly looking very pale.

"Did you just say that you've been dreaming?" asked Blaine, stepping a step back, away from Kurt.

Kurt looked wierded out and nodded like it was the obvious thing on earth. "Yeah. I'm dreaming right now."

"N-No," Blaine shook his head, looking at him like he was crazy. "Kurt, I'm the one who's dreaming here…

"Not you."

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And then the clock strikes 3:02am.

The bluish smoke began swirling around Blaine like a whirlwind, and then extended towards the window nearest to him. The window was opened instantly and out came the bluish smoke.

Meanwhile, in Kurt's room, the window slowly slid open, letting the cold wind drift inside, the curtain swaying swiftly in the air. Kurt shivered in his sleep but it didn't wake him up.

Tick... Tock…