It was soon over and Blaine found himself in an empty hallway which could only be of a high school given the lockers by the walls. It also looked vaguely familiar but it wasn't until he saw the poster about 'Titans' that he realised he was back in McKinley before its walls were repainted.

Thankfully the hallway was empty and the man hoped that nobody would see him before he was transported back to the present. Unfortunately for him, the bell rang and students together with teachers exited the classrooms quicker than it seemed to be physically possible.

"Fuck," Blaine muttered as somebody bumped his shoulder.

He wondered which year it was. If he was lucky maybe he could go see Kurt and befriend him earlier. Maybe it would lead to a very similar or better future.

With that in mind Blaine began walking down the hallway, looking around frantically, hoping to spot his future husband. However, he was nowhere to be found and Blaine couldn't see his friends from the Glee club either.

As he was about to lose hope, somebody ran into him. A few pieces of paper flew on the ground.

"I'm sorry," a familiar voice said and Blaine recognized a slightly younger Will Schuester.

"It's okay," Blaine said and helped the man to gather his papers.

"This day isn't going the way I hoped it would," he sighed and took the papers from Blaine's hands. "Thanks."

The lawyer smiled at him sympathetically. "A hectic day?"

"Yeah... But you should get going to your class and I need to see the principal Figgins," Schuester explained.

"Class, sure," Blaine uttered confused as to why the man would think he was a student. Unless he saw him differently.

"Oh, before you go, can you tell me where his office is? I have a job interview with him."

Blaine tried to remember but wasn't quite sure. "I think it's that way?" he pointed and Schuester walked away after thanking him.

"Nice hair, poodle," he heard Sue Sylvester's voice and turned around to see her snickering at Will.

That was the last he saw of McKinley as he was soon sent away.

Wherever he appeared, it was a horrible day. The sky was cloudy and it was pouring. The wind was blowing at its full force and soon Blaine was all wet. When his eyes landed on a tombstone, he knew he was in a graveyard.

He was about to look for a shelter when suddenly he noticed a small gathering at one grave. He gulped as he recognised that somewhere there Kurt's mother had been buried.

Fearing to see a young Kurt crying over his dead mother, Blaine slowly walked closer. He could see Kurt's dad Burt, the man who had been his dad figure after his own father fucked up. There was Kurt's aunt with her wife and a daughter. Several teachers from McKinley were standing silently as the family members cried their hearts out. He could also see Mercedes.

It was all wrong. Burt looked the same as he did when Blaine first met him, just exhausted. Kurt's cousin was just two years younger than the boy and here she was now, thirteen or fourteen year old. McKinley teachers didn't know Kurt when he was eight and his mother died and Mercedes was standing there in her whole teenage glory.

Also, Kurt was nowhere to be found. But as Blaine got closer he could hear Burt sobbing.

"Why, Kurt, why?" the man broke down as the coffin was lowered into the ground.

"Not real," Blaine whispered to himself and dug his nails into his palms to feel the pain.

The funeral was soon over and people started to walk away. When Mercedes was walking past him, Blaine stopped her.

"What happened?" he asked the girl whose eyes were red and puffy from crying. "To Kurt?"

Mercedes sniffed. "He killed himself," she said in a low voice. "The bullying got too intense."

Not real, Blaine reminded himself as the tears appeared in his eyes.

"How about the New Directions? Didn't they help him at all?" the lawyer frowned, angry that Kurt's friends not only didn't defend him against his bullies but also didn't care to come to his funeral.

"What's New Directions?" Mercedes asked confused.

"McKinley's Glee club," Blaine's frown deepened.

Mercedes raised one eyebrow. "McKinley doesn't have a Glee club. It used to have it a couple of years ago but its director Mr Ryerson got fired and nobody took over."

"How about Mr Schuester?" Blaine enquired.

"Who is he?" Mercedes asked even more confused. "Look I'm sorry but I need to go. Take care."

"You too," Blaine said slowly and watched the girl walk away.

When the lawyer looked at the grave again it was only Burt there, standing alone and wiping his tears. Always having liked the man, Blaine came closer. The man heard him and looked back to see him approaching.

"You friend of Kurt?" he asked groggily.

"Yes, Bu– Sir," Blaine corrected himself and stood next to the man.

Burt wiped his nose with a sleeve and Blaine couldn't help but imagine Kurt scolding his dad for that. "Thanks for being his friend. I'm glad someone was there for my little boy when I didn't."

"He loved you, a lot, you know," the lawyer said. "He always spoke very highly of you. He always said he hated watching football with you but deep down he enjoyed just doing something together with his dad. You were a great father figure to him, Bu– Sir."

"I should have noticed something was going on. I should have done something. God, why didn't I see this coming?" Burt questioned himself, just letting his thoughts out, not caring who was listening or hoping for an answer.

"You know how secretive he got sometimes. Kurt never wanted to show his weakness because he never wanted to worry anyone. He was so strong..." Blaine said and wiped his own tears.

He knew this wasn't real and once he left this place, he would see Kurt again but it didn't help to sooth the pain of what if?

"But even the strongest people break sometimes," Blaine whispered as the rain became even worse if it was possible. "I wish I could have done something."

Burt nodded. "Just by being his friend you did enough, boy," the man said and patted his shoulder. "Don't be harsh on yourself."

Blaine gave him a weak smile and Burt walked away, no longer capable of seeing the place where both his wife and now son rested in peace. The lawyer watched him leave and faced the grave.

"I'm sorry, Kurt," his tears mixed with rain drops and he turned around to leave.

The familiar sensation took over him and the graveyard disappeared. Instead, he was standing in the living room of his and Kurt's apartment. It looked exactly the same and Blaine wanted to make a happy dance when he heard the door unlock. He ran to see Kurt coming in. However, it wasn't his husband.

"Hi, baby," an older Rachel said as she closed the door behind her.

"Rachel..." Blaine stood dumbfounded.

"Is dinner ready?" she asked as she threw her coat at him and Blaine caught it.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "No?"

"Are you kidding me? I work all day and you can't fucking cook for me?" Rachel demanded.

"I work all day and you can't fucking cook for me?" Blaine shouted after a long day at work.

"It's not like wasn't working," Kurt yelled back.

Blaine snorted at that. "You draw pictures, Kurt. I'm sure you can spare an hour to make some food for your husband. It's not like you can't draw your skirts and shirts whenever and wherever."

"I have a deadline and it's quickly approaching. I can't waste my time. If you want to eat, you should order a pizza or something," Kurt said and walked into the kitchen.

"Don't walk away from me!" Blaine yelled and followed the designer. "I come back home hoping to find a hot meal and what do I find? Empty pots and my husband telling me to call a delivery? Fucking great!"

"The least you could have done was heat up something for me," Rachel complained. "But I guess it's too difficult. Oh, and before I forget, I won't be able to make it to that friend gathering of yours tonight."

"I won't be able to make it to that friend gathering of yours tonight," Blaine told Kurt when he grabbed his coffee one morning before going to work.

"They are your friends as well," Kurt frowned at him and sipped his hot drink. "I told them you would come and I told you about it a week ago. What will it look like when I show up alone, making an excuse for my husband once again?"

Blaine shrugged and looked at his watch that told him he had to hurry. "I'm busy tonight. I have dinner with a client and it's important for the company."

"Well, this is important for our family," Kurt snapped. "When was the last time we actually went out together? Or, I don't know, had fun?"

"Take a chill pill, will you? You have been really annoying lately," he said and left.

"It's no big deal," Blaine said and followed her into the bedroom, which apparently belonged to the two of them now.

Rachel looked around the room before setting her bag on the bed and looking for something in it. "I don't understand why you insist on keeping that photo on the nightstand."

"I don't understand why you insist on keeping that photo on the nightstand," Blaine rolled his eyes when he saw his husband dusting the photo frame.

"Because the moment I wake up in the morning I want the first thing I see to be the two of us dancing at our wedding," Kurt explained and placed the photo back to where it belonged. "I want to remember us being happy."

"Still weird," Blaine shrugged and left for the gym.

While the lawyer was lost in his memories, Rachel kept talking about something that happened at the rehearsal. The man didn't pay any attention at her.

"Blaine?"

The lawyer snapped out of his thoughts. "What?"

"I said I want us to do something for your birthday," the woman said.

"I said I want us to do something for your birthday," Blaine said with a proud smile, enjoying the surprised look on Kurt's face.

If it wasn't for Mercedes who had called him to ask if they had plans for Kurt's birthday, Blaine wouldn't have remembered that the day was approaching. However, Kurt didn't need to know that.

"But it's Thursday... Won't you have a meeting or something?" the man asked even though a hope was thick in his voice.

"I'll have to work but I'll make sure I finish early," Blaine said. "Why don't you call and book us a spa that works until late? I could use some relaxation and we could spend some time together."

Kurt was silent for a moment but decided to go for it and found a number in his contacts. Blaine waited for him to finish his call.

"Yes, twelfth of May, five pm. Thank you. Have a nice day," he said and hung up.

"Great," Blaine nodded. "I'll mark it in my calendar."

But he never did. He forgot to put it down in his planner and as Kurt never mentioned it later on, Blaine ended up filling the day until late. If it wasn't enough, he ended up going for the drinks with his co-workers and getting wasted.

Suddenly the memory came back to him. That's how he ended up sleeping in the guest room that night before this madness happened. After drinking too much one of his co-workers called Kurt and the man came to pick him up. It was obvious now why he was so mad at him.

"You know, Rachel," Blaine interrupted whatever she was telling him, "I'm leaving you. Goodbye."

Before the woman could say anything, Blaine got out of the apartment. He needed air and being next to a babbling Rachel didn't help either.

He had been horrible to Kurt, that's for sure. Deep down he had always known that but now after seeing his own behaviour in someone else it was clear that he was an asshole. Now he wasn't even sure how his husband was still with him and hadn't asked for divorce. Even the word hurt too much and he only hoped that Kurt would never ask him to separate.

There, in the elevator, he vowed to become a better husband once he found his way back.

The elevator stopped and the door opened to reveal Ming standing there. The man came inside and smiled at Blaine. They started to go down.

"Why the long face?" he asked.

"I'm a terrible husband," Blaine said, not even fearing for the Asian's judgement because he deserved to be judged.

Ming just shrugged. "Everyone makes mistakes. It only matters what you do about them. If you fix them, you are a better person than you were while making those mistakes."

"Please, send me back," Blaine pleaded, looking straight into the man's dark eyes. "I learned my lesson; I'll be a better husband. I will cherish him and tell him how beautiful and talented he is. I'll be the person he deserves to be with."

The man sighed. "I already told you once that I'm only here for your guidance. It's not my decision when you are ready to leave," the Asian said as the elevator kept going down and down even though it should have reached the ground floor long ago.

"Fine. Any advice to shorten this nightmare?" Blaine joked half seriously.

"Forgive yourself and find your own peace. Then and only then will you be able to be what your spouse needs. But remember, you are not making changes for Kurt; you are doing it for both of you," Ming spoke and Blaine took all his words to his heart. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Blaine breathed and a moment later disappeared.