When Blaine opened his eyes it took a while for him to get used to the blinding light. His body felt heavy and his head hurt. He looked around to see that he was lying in what was probably a hospital bed and Kurt was sleeping on the chair next to him, his head by Blaine's leg.

Not sure what to expect, Blaine started petting Kurt's hair, letting himself imagine that he had his life back before it was all taken away from him again by Kurt being a robot or something like that.

His soft touches didn't go unnoticed as his Kurt had always been a light sleeper. Apparently, it wasn't different in this universe.

"Oh god, Blaine, you are awake," the man whispered as his eyes filled with tears and he took Blaine's hand.

"Don't... be a... robot..." Blaine breathed and felt the sleep taking over him.

He was walking in the Central Park. It was a beautiful day but for some reason nobody was there. Not a single person, nor birds, nor any other living soul. He felt eyes on him and turned around to see Kurt standing right behind him.

"You never paid," he whispered angrily. "Do you not appreciate me? Am I not enough for you?"

Blaine turned away from him to see another Kurt.

"Who are you?" the vampire asked mockingly. "Who is inside that weak body of yours?"

Blaine heard a whimper and saw a young Kurt sitting by a tree, blood staining his clothes.

"You promised to get help," the boy cried, "but you never came back. You left me all alone. I was scared, Blaine. So scared..."

Turning away the lawyer was met with understanding eyes.

"Sweetie, why are you still alive?" the man asked softly caressing Blaine's cheek. "I told you, dying isn't that scary."

Blaine backed away from the touch as if burned.

"You got me into trouble, Sir," he saw a crawling boy under his feet. "You told me you loved me and my Master punished me. Why did you let that happen? Didn't you love me enough?"

The curly haired man couldn't watch any longer and walked back without looking until his legs hit the edge of the fountain.

"You should kiss me again," another Kurt said when his upper body got out of the water. "Did you not enjoy the kiss? I think it was a kiss... to die for."

Blaine took a few steps back as the merman tried to grab his wrist but fell over a tombstone. The epitaph said: 'You could have saved me.'

"Grį�k, man reikia tavęs [Come back, I need you]..." a small figure was rocking back and forth by the fountain.

Before Blaine could reach him and comfort the boy with empty eyes, another Kurt appeared.

"I'm so happy, Blaine," he said with a wide smile. "I don't know why you had to come back into my life. I don't want you to ruin it."

Wherever Blaine looked he could see one Kurt or another. They all wanted his attention and it made his head spin. They all circled him and began to walk closer to him, no escape for the lawyer.

"You should have protected me..."

"Did you not enjoy my touch?.."

"Why did you leave?.."

"You should have stayed away from me..."

"Grį�k, man reikia tavęs..."

"What did you do to the real Blaine?.."

"It's all your fault..."

"Why didn't you come back?.."

"Why did you come back?.."

"You should have been there for me..."

"Grį�k, man reikia tavęs..."

"I could make you feel good just like I always did..."

"It's only one injection and then you are gone..."

"I'm happier without you..."

"He hurt me because of you..."

"It's your fault..."

"You did this to me..."

"...your fault..."

"...your fault..."

"...your fault..."

"...your fault..."

Blaine gasped as they all came closer and closer to him; angry faces chanting their accusations, which he knew were real. It was all his fault that Kurt was hurting. And not only one of these copies of Kurt, but his real husband. It was all his fault.

With a gasp Blaine opened his eyes and tried to sit up but someone's hands were holding him.

"Blaine, please, calm down, relax," a soothing voice of his spouse came and Blaine looked up to see his husband.

This wasn't one of the angry men that had just surrounded him. It was a tired man with a gentle smile and worry in his eyes.

Blaine felt disorientated and looked around. "What's going on?" he asked as he vaguely remembered having woken up in this very same hospital room before.

"You are in a hospital," Kurt explained, running his cold fingers over Blaine's warm forehead in a calming manner.

"Why?" Blaine asked confused.

"What do you remember?" the man asked.

Blaine laughed sarcastically. "Many things," he said as the memories of his adventures haunted him.

Kurt looked at him confused and worried. "Well, we got into a fight in the morning and you went to work but on your way you were hit by a car. You've been out for three days. God, you scared me so much," tears of relief escaped Kurt's eyes.

"What?" Blaine asked as he remembered being hit by a car but it was nothing major and he stood up being perfectly fine and walked to the office.

"You got a concussion but the doctor said you should be fine," Kurt said and wiped his tears. "It was so hard to believe him. I thought that I may lose you; you were just lying here unconscious and unresponsive. I just wanted you to come back to me."

Blaine's mind became more clear with every minute and he wiped new tears that ran down Kurt's cheeks. "I'm sorry," he said softly and he felt like this was the moment where his husband needed him more than ever. It was also the time to get everything off his chest. "I'm sorry for scaring you and yelling at you that morning. I'm sorry for being an asshole and forgetting your birthday. I'm sorry for getting drunk and causing you trouble. But mostly I'm sorry for pulling away from you."

"It's okay," Kurt said and smiled at him, his bright blue eyes showing nothing but love.

"It's not," Blaine shook his head and regretted it as the pain became more intense. "Just because I got into a car accident doesn't mean that you should forgive me this easily."

Kurt looked at him and bit his bottom lip. "Then what do you want from me?"

"A date," Blaine responded without any hesitation.

"Um, it's the sixteenth of May," his husband answered confused.

"No, silly, I would like to take you out on a date," the lawyer said and ran his thumb over Kurt's hand. "We haven't been on a date for a very long time. I know what it's like to lose you and I just got you back so I'm not letting you go. So, please, please, go on a date with me?"

Kurt gave him a toothy smile. "Yes, of course I will," he said and timidly leaned down to give Blaine a chaste kiss. "Okay?" he asked before touching the man's lips.

"No need to ask," Blaine answered and closed the small gap between them.

"I missed you," Kurt said when they broke the kiss.

Blaine swallowed the lump in his throat. "I'm not going anywhere. This me is here to stay and you won't be able to get rid of him."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Blaine nodded. "I love you, Kurt. You are it for me and I will spend every moment of my life to show you that. I will fight to get you back."

"You have me," the designer whispered.

Blaine shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I don't deserve you but I will work hard to become the man who you can proudly call your husband."

"I was always proud to be with you," Kurt assured him.

"No matter how much I screwed up?"

"Everyone makes mistakes, baby," the coiffed man said. "We've been through a lot already and we will get through this as well, together. You and me."

Blaine nodded and felt the sleep coming to him again but before going back to his nightmares he needed to say something more.

"I think you and me is not enough to solve our problems," he said and Kurt's smile fell. "What would you say about couple counselling?"

The man sighed in relief. "Yeah, of course. It's a good idea," he said and saw Blaine yawning. "Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

And so he felt asleep.

He was back in the Central Park but there were many people now. Couples were having picnics, children were playing with their pet dogs and one old man was sitting on a bench, watching everyone with a smile and feeding crumbs to pigeons.

"Hey," Blaine greeted him when he walked over and sat down next to him.

"Hello to you too, young man," the Asian said but never looked at him, busy with throwing bread on the ground. "How is your husband?"

The lawyer smiled and relaxed, watching the birds fight over the small pieces. "He's alright. Sick worried and tired but he smiles at me and I think he gave me a second chance. Or the third, or the forth, I lost the count."

Ming nodded thoughtfully. "So why am I here?" he asked.

"Where?" Blaine looked around. "In the park?"

"In your dream."

"I guess I wanted to thank you," Blaine said with a small smile. "During this whole nightma–"

"Adventure," Ming corrected him.

"Yes, adventure," the short man let a small laugh out. "During it I not only learned my mistakes but also found myself. At some point in my life I had lost myself and thanks to you I found out who I really was. You gave me courage to change my life and I'm really thankful for that. I feel like this is the last time I ever see you so I wanted to tell you how thankful I am."

"Even though you accused me for drugging you?" the old man joked.

"You must admit this whole thing was surreal!" Blaine defended himself with a smile.

"It was," Ming laughed and put his hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Be a better man."

"I will," the lawyer said and it was his cue to leave. "Wait a second."

The Asian looked at him questioningly.

"Did this all really happen?"

"I told you once," the man spoke. "While you are here, it's happening. When you leave? Who knows..."

He woke up with a startle.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he heard his husband's voice and saw Kurt standing by the door with a cup of coffee. "I must have closed the door too loudly."

"It's okay," Blaine said and tried to sit up in his bed. "How long did I sleep?"

"Not long. I'm sorry I left, I just really needed some coffee," Kurt said and he did look tired.

Blaine gestured him to come closer. "It's okay. You were here when I woke up just like you promised."

Kurt didn't say anything, just came closer and put the cup of hot liquid on the stand by the bed. "The doctor came in while you were sleeping to check on you. He said you should be ready to leave in a few days."

"Good," Blaine said and moved to the right side of the bed. "Come here, lie with me."

Kurt didn't look sure about it. "I'm going to hurt you," he argued.

"Nonsense, come here."

"Okay," the designer said and carefully got next to his husband. He placed his hand on Blaine's heart.

"So, how was your day?" Blaine asked after a few moments of silence.

"It was fine," was all Kurt offered.

"No, I mean it," the lawyer said and placed his hand over Kurt's. "I want to know."

Kurt inhaled deeply as a hope was visible in his eyes. "Well, I slept in here and at six in the morning this thickhead decided it would be a good idea to call me and ask if it was okay to change the shade of one of my designs. Seriously, how stupid could he be? First, he wanted to change my perfect choice of the colour and he dared to do it at six in the morning when my husband was in a hospital! I had to go very far away from your room so that I wouldn't wake you. Though maybe I should have stayed and then you would have woken up earlier.

"And later I got another call because a model wearing my designed skirt tore it and they had to bring it here so that I could fix it. On my days off they brought me work where my husband was lying unconscious. People are just so stupid. Not to mention that..."

Blaine listened to every word his husband said. Sometimes he nodded or made a comment about something. When a nurse came in with Blaine's medicine, she saw two men sleeping peacefully, holding each other in fear that if they let go, they would be torn apart.

~~~

A few following days were like from someone else's life. Blaine spent his days in the hospital, feeling much better as his husband made sure to make him as comfortable as possible. They talked a lot and even though those conversations didn't solve anything, at least they both knew that their relationship had a hope and they were willing to work to solve their issues. It was the new beginning for them.

The first day when he just woke up Blaine remembered painful adventures that he had had and the magical time travelling. The next day he was convinced that he just had a very vivid dream. On the day when he was discharged from the hospital he could hardly remember anything from the dream that made him turn his life with Kurt upside down. A few years later he had no memory of the dream.

Seven years passed after the accident and Blaine found himself walking with Kurt and their son in the Central Park. It was the boy's fifth birthday and their family decided to have a picnic to use such a nice day. Both parents were silent as their kid told them a story about his Power Rangers' wedding.

Blaine was so into the story that he didn't notice a man and bumped into him.

"Sorry," he apologised and continued listening to his son's rambles as if it was the most fascinating story.

"It's quite alright, quite alright, young man," the person spoke with a soft smile and followed the men with his bright eyes. He only looked away when a frantically looking man ran up to him.

When moments later Blaine looked back, he couldn't see either of them.