Knowing that somewhere the teen form of his husband had just been killed and he couldn't save him was too much to bear. He could take Kurt leaving him but not this way.

Finally Blaine sat down on the ground lowered his head in his hands, rubbing furiously his aching eyes. Soon there were no more tears left in him and only silent sobs shook his body.

"Hey, mister, why are you crying in our field?" a small voice came from his side and Blaine looked up to see a boy, not older than ten, who managed to sneak up on him.

"I just lost someone," the lawyer said surprised at how calm his voice sounded after all the crying.

The boy sat down in front of him and gave him a curious look. "Did they die?"

"He did..." Blaine admitted with a new rush of tears.

"So now he is one of those lights in the sky!" the boy said happily.

The man looked at him confused but finally caught up with his train of thoughts. "You mean stars?"

"Oh, that's what they are called? Um, yeah, stars."

Blaine snorted, wiping his tears away. "Those lights are just huge balls of gas. See the sun? It's also a star but it's so close to Earth that we see it much bigger even though most of the stars are larger than the sun. So no, my Kurt isn't one of those lights in the sky," he spat bitterly, knowing that he would probably crush the boy's naïve view of the world, which was probably the doing of his parents or grandparents after someone close to the boy died, but Blaine couldn't care less at the moment.

"Is the big light we see at night also a star?" the boy enquired.

"The moon? It's a satellite of the Earth and it revolves around our planet. No, it's not a star," he explained and felt like he was in one of those children shows where old men told them basic stuff about the world.

"Is the moon or the sun closer?" the boy asked and Blaine could see excitement in his eyes.

The lawyer actually smiled at the kid's eagerness to learn. "The moon is much closer to Earth but smaller than the Sun. That's why they look of a similar size when we see them in the sky."

"Wow... That's fascinating! Now, let me get this straight," the boy spoke in a tone that wasn't really suitable for someone his age. "The moon and all those stars go round the Earth, right?"

Blaine shook his head. "The moon goes around the Earth and our planet revolves around the sun with other planets."

"Other planets?"

"A few of them," Blaine explained and the weight on his chest lifted up a little as the conversation helped him take his mind off Kurt for a few short moments. "Very rarely you can see them in the sky but they look really tiny."

They fell into a silence. The boy was thinking over what Blaine had just told him while the man remembered those times long ago when he and Kurt were teenagers lying on a blanket outside and counting stars. Blaine used to come up with craziest names for them and Kurt pretended to believe him.

"He may not be a star now," Blaine whispered, more to himself than to the kid, "but he used to be one. He shone brighter than any of those night lights."

"He must have been really precious to you."

Blaine nodded. "He was. Still is and always will be."

The boy said nothing for a while, probably sensing that the stranger needed a moment to himself. However, soon his curiosity took over. "I have one question that's been bugging me for a while now," the kid stated. "Is the Earth really flat?"

Blaine was about to answer but a female voice interrupted. "Jon, what are you doing there?"

The lawyer turned around to see who was speaking and the field disappeared.

Instead, he was sitting in the middle of a lit up street. It all looked like a normal suburban street with big houses and whites fences. There were several cars in driveways and some toys on lawns. He could see lights in some windows and a sign that said 'Jon Calister St.' Everything was silent except for one flickering light.

However, Blaine didn't care for any of that as the only important thing was his sudden disability to breathe. He could feel his heart speed up as his frantic inhales got nothing into his lungs. Clutching his throat the man tried to yell for help but nothing came out. Slowly his mind was slipped into a foggy state and the last thing he heard was his husband calling his name.

Blaine stirred in his sleep and rolled onto his side. He came into consciousness slowly but once the memories came crashing down on him, he was wide awake and sat up quickly.

He was back in his bedroom. There were his bed, his pillow, his nightstand with a photo of both him and Kurt. Kurt.

"Kurt!" Blaine shouted and got up as fast as he could. "Kurt!"

He ran into their bathroom but his husband wasn't there but once he got into the corridor, he heard his husband's voice and relief rushed through his body.

"–sure he is ready," the man finished the conversation he had been having on his phone as Blaine wrapped his arms around his waist from behind. "Hey, honey," Kurt greeted him.

"Hi," the lawyer whispered smiling, his lips touching Kurt's neck softly. "God, you are alive... I'm so happy you are here. I'm sorry I've been an asshole. Please, can you forgive me?"

Kurt got out of his grip and Blaine looked at him disappointed even though he couldn't blame his husband after what he had done to him.

Nevertheless the curly haired man couldn't help but feel happy. He had just experienced losing his husband but here he was – perfectly healthy and very much alive.

"Blaine, we need to talk," Kurt said and Blaine felt like panicking as all horrible conversations always started with the infamous 'we need to talk' phrase. "I need to know why you tried to commit a suicide."

"What?" the man frowned in confusion; he had never tried to harm himself.

Kurt sighed and sat down on the couch. "Only an hour ago you went out without an oxygen mask. People never do that unless they want to kill themselves. I just want to know why. Were you unhappy with me?"

"Kurt, I have no idea what you are talking about. What oxygen mask?"

"A mask that is necessary in order to breathe outside since there is still no oxygen in the atmosphere of Mars? I think the lack of oxygen really messed with your brain if you don't remember this stuff anymore, sweetie," Kurt ran his hand through his usually styled but now messy hair.

"Mars?" Blaine laughed but suddenly it all made sense. It wasn't over after all. "Look, I forgot the mask, okay? Silly me."

Kurt looked at him as if he had just told him that Santa Claus was actually real. "You forgot? We lived our whole lives on this planet and you just happened to forget to wear the mask that is essential to survive outside? I may not be the smartest man on Mars but I thought you respected me a bit more."

"Kurt, baby, I know you are smart and I really respect you, a lot," Blaine said and sat down next to Kurt, taking the other man's hand into his, "but I'm not lying to you – I didn't try to kill myself. I would never do that!"

Kurt pulled away from Blaine. "I'd like to believe you but the evidence is talking for itself. I found you outside without the oxygen mask. I believe the facts I see in front of me, not empty words. I'm sorry but I had to call the Centre to let them know."

"Let them know what?" the lawyer asked slowly. From Kurt's tone he knew it was something he should be worried about.

"Look, you know what happens to those who fail an attempt to commit a suicide, right?" Kurt asked and when Blaine shook his head, continued. "Well, the Centre can't allow the society to be exposed to depressed, suicidal people. It's unhealthy for everyone around. Unfortunately, it's too expensive to send them to Earth or lock them in some mental institution as it would also be too costly. The only option is to put down those poor human beings but it's for their own–"

"Wait a second, to put down? Like some dogs?" Blaine asked and stood up as he wanted to take a better look at the man, who was supposed to love him but now talked about killing him.

"Well, I told you it was the best option. It's not expensive and besides, if a person tries to commit a suicide, they already want to die, right? So we are just helping the out."

"We?" the lawyer raised his eyebrow.

"I do work for them, remember?" Kurt rolled his eyes impatiently. "I've done the procedure many times. You will only feel the needle going into your vein and then it's just the heat spreading through your body. That's it, simple as that. No need to torture yourself outside."

"Is this some sick joke? Or are you taking some new acting classes? Because you can't be serious," Blaine shook his head.

Kurt looked pleadingly at him. "Sweetie, it's the easiest way to go. I'm having a day off today but I called my co-worker Adam and he promised to be gentle with you."

"Oh my god, I can't believe this," the lawyer laughed. "You want them to kill me. Do you really hate me that much?"

"No, I love you," Kurt spoke with a small smile. "You just have to understand that we can't let you ruin our society. Plus, if you are worried about what's going to happen to me after you die, you can relax. Adam's husband Sebastian was killed last month so he is single. We will probably move in together after you are gone so don't torture that little head of yours with worrying about me. Think of your own well-being."

"And you think that I'm better off dead?"

"Well, you must have thought a lot about killing yourself so you must believe you would be happier if you died," his husband explained and stood up. "Let's go to the bedroom, I need to choose you a perfect outfit for this important occasion."

Blaine took a step back. "Hypothetically, if I did try to kill myself, which I didn't, wouldn't I have a possibility to change my mind?"

"It's too risky," Kurt shrugged. "If you did it once, what is going to stop you from doing it again?"

"This is insane," the lawyer laughed to cover his uneasiness.

He looked around the living room. It was exactly the same as in his real life, only a few items were unseen to him. He also knew he was in a one-floor house rather than an apartment but despite that, it looked different. For a few moments he thought where they would keep the masks if they were still in their apartment.

Meanwhile, Kurt came closer and put his hands on Blaine's shoulders. "I'll go choose you some nice clothes. You can take a moment to yourself and then come to me, okay, sweetie?" he gave him a peck on a cheek and left.

It was now or never. With that thought Blaine began to open all drawers silently.

"Do you want a bowtie?" he heard Kurt's voice.

"Yes, please," Blaine shouted and went out of the living room.

That's when he remembered the most important bit – the masks were meant to be worn outside just like coats or shoes, so of course they would be somewhere by the front door. He tiptoed to the coat hanger and opened the closet door next to it. He almost screamed in joy as he saw two masks hanging by the scarves.

"I wished I wouldn't have to use this," Kurt sighed and Blaine felt a shockwave run through his body.

The next time he woke up, he felt the ground moving. Massaging his neck Blaine sat up and tried to take in his surroundings but it was rather difficult as it was all dark and he couldn't see anything.

All he could feel was a mask on his face and there was a sound of an engine so he only assumed that he was in some sort of vehicle. It meant he was being taken to the Centre that Kurt had been talking about. Which also meant he was about to be killed. Unless he managed to find Ming.

No matter how much the Asian annoyed Blaine, he was his only hope as he was also the person, who could get him out of that stupid world not only euthanasia.

The vehicle, that Blaine suspected to be a van, pulled over and the lawyer kneeled in front of the door, ready to push anyone who opened them and run away.

The lock clicked and the door was opened. With a growl Blaine pushed at the body, which in turn fell on the ground with the lawyer on top.

"Oh, I'm too old for this," the man whined and Blaine looked down at him.

"Ming!" he gasped and stood up. "I'm sorry; I thought you were taking me to some place to kill me."

"It's quite alright, quite alright, young man," Ming uttered with difficulty as Blaine helped him to stand up.

When the man was on his feet, Blaine looked at him and narrowed his eyes. "You are not wearing a mask."

"How very observant of you," the man smiled. "Now, ready to leave?"

Ming reached out but Blaine backed away. His instincts were getting better now that he knew that the Asian was about to send him to yet another world by touching his shoulder.

"I need answers before you send me away!" he insisted. "My husband tried to have sex for money with me! He drank blood form some girl and chased me! One minute he was killed and another he tried to kill me! I need some explanations and I need them now! And I won't let you touch me until you properly talk to me."

The man continued smiling unfazed by Blaine's words. "Oh, I don't need to touch you to send you anywhere. I just thought you could use some comforting human contact," he said and Blaine felt the familiar wind blowing at him.