When Blaine opened his eyes once the wind stopped blowing, he felt like he was back to the beginning of his adventure. Once again he found himself in the halls of Dalton with a few familiar faces passing by and greeting him. He had been seen already so there was no point in hiding. Besides, last time he couldn't get to Kurt in time and the future changed so he only assumed that in this kind of past he needed to repeat his steps in order to keep the future the way it should be.

The only problem was that Blaine had no idea what day or even year it was so he didn't know what he was supposed to do. Fortunately, Wes saved him without even knowing it.

"When I told Thad that 'Candles' is a perfect song he agreed but for some reason he changed his mind," the council member whined to David as the two boys walked down the corridor, never noticing Blaine. "We have to talk to him because Blaine and Kurt are already working on it."

The lawyer remembered that day. As if he could ever forget the first time he gathered his courage and kissed his future husband.

Now that he knew where to find Kurt, he needed to remember the exact words he told him. He had never felt that pressured before but this was his best shot at getting his life back so he practised the words all the way to the room where he knew the love of his life would be working on a little casket.

He was right. Kurt was sitting by one of the round tables, a big decorating kit opened on it. He looked so focused as he glued something on the box that Blaine couldn't help but smile.

"What's that?" he remembered himself saying and repeated the words.

Kurt looked up at him with sadness on his face. "I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket," he said with a deep sigh.

"Well, finish up! I have the perfect song for our number and we should practice," Blaine offered.

"Do tell," Kurt's face brightened a bit.

Blaine thought for a second with a frown. He knew it was 'Candles' because Wes had just said that but he wasn't sure what band played it all those years ago.

"'Candles', by... Hey Monday," he finally managed with a slight stutter but still looked pleased at himself as he got it right after a short freak out.

"I'm impressed. You're usually so top forty."

"Well, I just wanted something a little more... meaningful," Blaine said and sat down next to Kurt.

"Meaningful?" Kurt asked with a raised eyebrow.

That's when Blaine knew he messed up. He never said meaningful, it should have been emotional.

"Yeah, and emotional as well," he tried to save the situation.

Kurt was silent for a few long moments before he spoke again. "Why did you pick me to sing that song with?"

Blaine felt the way he did years ago in this very place at the same moment when he was about to reveal his feelings. It was fear. When he was a teenager he was afraid of Kurt being tired of waiting for him or having no feelings for him anymore and turning him down. Now as an adult he was scared that if he fucked up he wouldn't get his Kurt back. He also feared that he may not be able to re-enact one of the most important moments in his life.

The curly haired man composed himself and began to speak. "Kurt, there is a moment..." he stopped because he wasn't sure of his next words, "when you say 'Oh...' fuck!"

He messed up again. He didn't say the full phrase, panicked and got himself into a bigger trouble.

"You say 'fuck'?" Kurt asked confused.

"No, yes... I mean, you say 'fuck, I was looking for you'," Blaine tried to save himself but only messed up more.

The teen looked at him with worry. "You found me. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," the lawyer said and sighed. "Listen, Kurt, I watched you perform 'Blackbird' and it was stunning so I had to spend more time with you."

The man cursed inwardly at the stupid words that left his mouth. He had no idea where the Blaine he knew was because he was always known to make perfect speeches especially when it came to wooing Kurt. At the moment he wasn't doing it right.

"Well, thank you. It's nice to have my talent appreciated but I don't think it's fair not to have auditions," Kurt shook his head a little. "The other boys may say it's okay but I'm sure they think it's some sort of special treatment and I don't want that."

Blaine looked at him confused. After the voting where everyone agreed that Kurt would be a perfect duet partner for Blaine, the taller teen never expressed his doubts about other singers of the group. He had no idea Kurt had been feeling this way.

"Can we, please, have auditions for the part?" Kurt asked with a plea in his eyes.

"But, Kurt–" Blaine began to argue but at that moment David came into the room

"Hey, guys," he spoke and the lawyer turned to see his old friend but only caught a glimpse of him as he was suddenly overcome by a familiar but still weird sensation.

Blaine hated himself for doing it. By now he already realised that whenever he quickly turned around he was sent to the future... or the present, whatever. Still, he couldn't help it as he acted on an instinct.

Luckily he was sent to the world where the weather was nice. The sun was shining bright in the sky and there were no clouds to hide it. He could hear kids' voices in the distance, obviously enjoying a beautiful day and playing with friends.

Blaine looked around in a hope to see Kurt somewhere close as he didn't want to spend ages in this world as he knew that there would be something wrong with it. The sooner he met Kurt and then Ming, the sooner he could go on with his mission to go back to his reality.

As he walked down the path, he didn't notice a small boy running towards him with ice-cream. The kid was looking behind and didn't see Blaine. Of course it ended with him running into the man and the ice-cream landing on Blaine's pants.

The boy fell on his butt and looked up with scared eyes. "Sorry, mister," he whispered on the verge of tears.

"Hey, it's okay," he said helping the boy back on his feet.

When the boy stood up Blaine took a better look at him. He couldn't be more than five year old unless he was smaller for his age. He had pale skin and brown hair. Big blue eyes bored into Blaine's and he looked very familiar.

"Tommy!" Blaine heard the most beautiful voice call the name and looked up to see Kurt.

Only then he realised who the boy reminded him of. The little kid looked exactly like Kurt did in the old photos that Burt showed him while Kurt sat in the living room embarrassed. This could only mean one thing...

"Papa!" the boy shouted and ran to his father. "Mister's pants are ruined; I'm sorry!"

"Hey, it's okay," Kurt shushed his son and gathered him in his arms. He then noticed Blaine. "I'm so, so sor– Blaine?!"

The lawyer smiled at the man. "Hey, Kurt," he said glad that at least Kurt recognized him.

The man came closer with his son. "I can't believe it's you! I haven't seen you for ages. In fact, we haven't talked since our graduation... How have you been?"

Blaine shrugged. "Life has been good. I work in my dad's company actually so it's okay. What about you? I see, you have a family."

Kurt smiled brightly at that. "That I do! I have this little monster, who makes sure I'm never bored, and an older daughter. My husband is with her right now," he said and gestured towards the direction of the ice-cream truck.

Blaine tried to smile as he saw Kurt have what he always wanted. "So, are you a stay-at-home dad?"

"Not really. I mean, I stay at home but I also work from there," he said when Tommy sleepily placed his head on his shoulder. "I'm a designer but it's probably no surprise given my passion for fashion."

Blaine laughed. "Yeah, you have always been fabulous."

"–and then Josh pushed Carl and he said that it's okay because he is a nerd," a girl's voice grew louder as she came closer. "So I pushed Josh because it's not okay to hurt anyone because they are different."

"Emily, sweetie, we don't fight violence with violence," a man she was with explained. "You need to talk to him and explain that what he is doing is wrong. If that doesn't work, tell the teacher. Actually, tell the teacher right away."

Kurt watched the pair with adoration in his face. "Blaine, meet my daughter Emily and my husband Adam. Guys, this is an old friend from school, Blaine."

"Nice to meet you," Adam said with a heavy accent and extended his right hand for Blaine to shake it.

Blaine did that with a forced smile. "Pleasure," he managed. "So how long have you two been together?"

"A few short wonderful years," Adam said holding the girl's hand as she offered her ice-cream to her brother who no longer had the dessert.

"Oh my god, I totally forgot how we met!" Kurt exclaimed. "I will get your pants cleaned; just give me your contacts and we will get it sorted."

Blaine shook his head. "It's okay. I don't like them that much anyway so don't worry about it."

"I feel really bad about it," Kurt bit his bottom lip and eyes the stain. "I will buy you another pair."

"Kurt, please, just forget it," the lawyer said with assurance. "You will get wrinkles."

"No!" Kurt said and touched his forehead with a free hand.

They all laughed and Emily tugged Adam's sleeve. "Daddy, I'll be late for football practise."

"Oh right," the man remembered. "I totally forgot it was Friday. And Tommy needs to go to his dancing lesson as well."

Kurt looked uncertain of what to do as he didn't want to leave without repaying Blaine for the damage his kid has caused.

"Breaking the stereotypes?" Blaine joked.

"What? Oh yeah, Tommy does ballet and Emily plays football," Kurt smiled at his kids. "They are two little rebels."

"I bet Burt is insanely happy."

Kurt laughed. "You have no idea. Whenever we come to visit he and Carole are all over their grandchildren. My dad always steals Emily and they throw the ball all day in the backyard and Tommy teaches Carole how to dance. You should see them."

"I bet the sight is adorable," Blaine agreed as he saw Adam eyeing his watch impatiently but still quite subtly. "Well, I don't want you to be late and I should get going as well. It was great to see you all."

"You too," Kurt smiled at him. "We need to organize a Warblers' reunion soon."

"Definitely," Blaine agreed and shook Adam's hand as they said their goodbyes.

As the family walked away Blaine couldn't help himself. "Kurt?"

The man turned around. "Yeah?"

"Are you happy?" the man asked, a lump in his throat making it difficult.

"Very much so," Kurt answered with honesty in his eyes and walked away.

His husband was truly happy. Blaine knew it because what he had just seen was the image of Kurt's perfect life. Except, here it was Adam instead of Blaine. And the lawyer wanted to hate the guy but he made Kurt's dreams come true and he couldn't feel anything except respect for the man.

With a heavy sigh Blaine sat down on an empty bench and focused on the emotions on Kurt's face.

"Ready to leave?" Ming asked Blaine as once again the man approached him instead of waiting for Blaine to find him.

"No," the lawyer choked, his eyes watery. "Kurt is happy here. Actually, I don't remember ever seeing him this carefree and smiley... I can't take this away from him; he is loved and has a lovely family."

Ming sat down next to him on the bench and said nothing.

"Before you sent me here, I promised Kurt to do whatever it takes to make him happy. Well, he is here. His children are sweet and love their papa. That Adam guy seems to care a lot for him. Kurt deserves all the happiness in the world and if he gets it from someone who isn't me, then let it be. I'll walk away and let him have a great husband and a wonderful life he was always meant to have, I will live knowing that somewhere in this city my husband is truly happy," Blaine said, tears now freely running down his cheeks but he couldn't care less that they were currently in a public place.

"Are you willing to give up your love?" the man asked him and took something from his pocket. Blaine saw his wedding ring. "This used to mean something to you."

Smiling softly Blaine took his ring and played with it for a moment. "I will always love him but I never deserved his love."

"Why do you think it's the case?" the Asian man asked.

Blaine shrugged. "Kurt deserves someone who worships him. Someone who makes him forget all his worries. Someone who doesn't fuck up all the time and treat him like garbage. Someone who can make his dreams come true. I'm not that guy."

"You are," Ming said and took the ring from Blaine. With steady wrinkled hands he returned the ring to its former place. "You are."

The old man placed a comforting hand on Blaine's shoulder just like he always did.