It meant the Five Days.

Now, to the people not native to Ohio, that sounded absolutely ridiculous. A whole year of wait for five days? What kind of fool does that?

No. The Five Days were the height of Blaine Anderson's year.

New Direction was a traveling circus. Once a year, they would arrive in the darkest hours of night, stay for exactly five days and then disappear into the night again. You might say that's not so intriguing. You might say that that wasn't so out of the ordinary. It wasn't, not really. Except for the fact that, in all those years that Blaine had gone to the circus, ever since he was three years old, nothing had changed.

Nothing had changed.

He remembered being scared of the big lady with the beard, the tigers and one of the clowns, with a particularly peculiar haircut.

Now, more than sixteen years later, they were all still there. Not only were they there, they had not aged one bit. They still looked exactly the same.

Something was definitely off about the New Direction Circus, but even if it bothered them, people didn't show it. They kept going, each year over and over again. Every day of the five, the Big Top was stuffed with people of all ages, all descent.

Everyone came to the Circus.