Kurt immediately closed his eyes again. The sight of his boyfriend cocking his head to the side with a concerned facial expression was sending him into a state of panic.

Kurt, you can't do this. You can't pretend he's alive. He's gone.

Blaine was gone. And Kurt needed to deal with that. As much as he'd love to open his eyes and see Blaine's beautiful brown ones staring back at him, it wasn't going to happen. Blaine was dead. He'd left coffee with Kurt and driven 30 yards to an intersection. At green, Blaine had hit the gas. At red, so did the other car.

He's dead. And he's not coming back. Not ever.

Kurt couldn't breathe. This was almost as bad as hearing that Blaine was gone. He couldn't torture himself like this. He needed to let go. He had to let go. Or he might not survive.

"Kurt, you're really scaring me. Please just look at me"

Kurt shook his head slightly, and kept his eyes firmly shut. He could feel the tears welling up inside of him and it was making him nauseous. Why couldn't he go back to sleep?

Maybe he could sleep forever. Then he could be with Blaine.

But Kurt didn't believe in God. He didn't believe in Heaven. He never would.

Maybe he had died. This was his hell. Maybe this was punishment for disbelieving. Maybe this was the worst that God could come up with for him.

Because it sure felt like it.

"I'm serious Kurt. You're really scaring me."

"You're not real"

Kurt opened his eyes slowly, and through his tears, he could see Blaine's rightfully concerned expression and fear clouding his face.

"What're you talking about Kurt? What's wrong? Just five seconds ago you were talking to me about singing with Rachel on the Wicked stage right before you had to compete. Did that upset you? Thinking about losing again?"

Not losing Nationals. Losing you.

"You're not real" Kurt said for what seemed like the hundredth time, hoping that somehow repeating it several times would make it untrue. He wanted Blaine to be real.

He needed him to be.

"Kurt, I am being completely serious right now, if you do not tell me what is wrong or what the hell you're talking about, I'm going to call your father."

Kurt moved his gaze to the table and resumed shaking his head slowly side to side.

Don't fall for it Kurt. This is just your imagination. You did the same thing when your mother died. Blaine is gone. He's not coming back.

"Kurt! Stop that and look at me!"

Kurt's eyes slowly moved across the table and locked onto Blaine's unflinching gaze.

"I am real. And I'm not going anywhere. I love you Kurt."

Kurt stopped breathing. This was more than déjà vu.

This was exactly what happened before the car crash. Everything was the same. Not exactly the same. But mostly. Everything except Kurt remained the same.

Because Kurt knew what was going to happen next.

"Hey you guys!"

Kurt looked up and saw Mercedes standing there with Sam.

"Will we see you at Glee Club Kurt?" Mercedes asked with a smirk as she saw Kurt sitting with Blaine.

Kurt gave her the best smile he could for his present predicament and nodded slightly.

"Yeah… um, see you there"

Mercedes gave him a slight frown before walking away with Sam towards the counter.

Blaine laughed and shook his head at the couple.

"Do they really think they're fooling anyone?" he said before turning back to face Kurt.

"Fooling anyone?" Kurt asked slowly. If he was right, Blaine was going to say…

"They're dating Kurt. Anyone can see that."

Kurt nodded slowly and found himself tuning Blaine out. He was right.

He looked around the coffee shop that he was so familiar with and began to realize that this wasn't just the coffee shop that he and Blaine visited practically every day, this was the exact coffee shop they'd visited on the day Blaine died.

But Blaine wasn't dead.

Kurt tried pinching himself for good measure.

It just hurt.

"Blaine? What day is today?" Kurt asked Blaine, returning his gaze to lock with his boyfriend's.

Blaine smiled at him in a confused sort of way. Kurt noticed that Mercedes and Sam were now leaving the shop, hands intertwined. The clock above the door they were exiting read 8:40.

"It's Monday Kurt. First day back at school since New York."

Kurt nodded slowly, trying to pretend like this wasn't news to him. It was Monday. The day that Blaine had been hit by a car started anew.

Blaine was alive and well.

And Kurt was one day in the past.

Everything was the same, except Kurt knew what was going to happen.

And this time, he'd have to change it.

"Speaking of which, you're better get back to McKinley. School started about 15 minutes ago, and just because Sam and Mercedes are late too doesn't mean you can be."

Kurt's eyes snapped back to Blaine's instantly.

"No."

Blaine chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "No?"

"I'm not going, let's- um- let's stay here. Let's get more coffee. And a scone! I like scones"

Blaine's eyebrows scrunched together and looked at Kurt quizzically.

"Kurt… It's your last week. A few hours won't hurt you. And we can grab a scone afterwards and you can tell me about your day."

"No, let's grab one now" Kurt got up out of his seat and moved to the counter.

But he felt a hand grab his from behind him.

"Kurt…"

"What?"

Blaine smiled at Kurt sadly and pulled Kurt towards him, wrapping his arms around Kurt's neck.

"I know you want to spend more time with me, but you have to go to school. I don't want you to have to waste time in detention."

Kurt was very confused. Just yesterday, Blaine had been in Kurt's position, begging him not to go. Kurt had insisted that he had to leave because he was already late, and Blaine had been bitter about it.

It was the same Monday, but it wasn't.

This was different.

"I'm gonna go" Blaine said, turning away from Kurt.

Panic rushed into Kurt and it suddenly became his one and only goal to make sure that Blaine did not leave this building.

"No!" Kurt practically shouted, jumping in front of Blaine with his arms outspread as if he were a human wall.

Blaine frowned, less concerned and more aggravated this time.

"Come on Kurt, be mature. Just go to school and I'll see you afterwards alright?"

Kurt shook his head vigorously, keeping his arms outspread.

To his surprise, tears were beginning to cloud his vision once again.

"Please don't go Blaine"

Blaine was still frowning at Kurt and Kurt noticed a clock behind Blaine's head that read 8:43.

"I don't want to lose you"

Blaine sighed and but his hands on top of Kurt's arms, pushing them towards Kurt's body. He leaned in and gave Kurt a quick kiss on the nose.

"I'm not going anywhere" Blaine said with a smile before side-stepping Kurt and heading out the door.

Kurt stood there a moment.

Was this really even happening? Or was this some sort of bizarrely vivid dream?

Kurt cursed himself. He'd actually let himself believe that Blaine was still alive.

Kurt closed his eyes slowly and took a deep breath.

I'm sorry Kurt. But he's gone. And he's not coming back.

Even through closed eyes Kurt could feel the tears coming.

But then it happened.

A second time.

Patrons of the Lima Bean looked up suddenly as a great crash sounded outside. Kurt's eyes flew open as he surveyed the coffee shop. A man in the corner had knocked his coffee over into his lap. A woman at the register had dropped her coin purse. There were pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters rolling around on the floor. A penny rolled to Kurt's feet and landed face up.

Huh. A lucky penny.

Some people were already gathered at the window, looking down the street. But Kurt already knew what was there.

A group was moving towards the door and peering down the street.

A little boy screamed.

A woman in a business suit pulled out her phone and dialed 911.

Kurt slowly moved his feet one in front of the other. As he reached the door, he placed his palm against the glass and pushed slowly. Outside a few people had their mouths covered in shock. Some people were rushing to help the people in the accident.

The people in the accident.

Blaine.

Kurt rounded the corner of the Lima Bean in a sort of daze. Down the street, Blaine's Audi was crushed between a blue Tahoe and a lamppost.

It was the same accident.

But it wasn't.

"Hey! Can we get some help over here?"

Kurt's gaze moved towards the blue Tahoe side of the wreck. Two men were trying to pull out a woman in the driver's seat. Her arm looked broken and her eyes were closed. Another man was trying to pull someone else out of the back seat.

Kurt ran over to help them just as the man successfully pulled out an 8 year old boy.

He shoved the kid towards Kurt as he moved to help Blaine in the other car.

Kurt looked down at the 8 year old hugging him tightly.

"Where's my mom?" the boy cried out as he held tightly to Kurt's shirt. "Where is she?"

Kurt looked down at the boy and shook his head. "I'm sure she's fine. Now why don't you go stand with that nice lady over there?" Kurt motioned to a woman standing on the sidewalk.

As the boy moved away from Kurt, Kurt's attention shifted towards the car he knew was Blaine's.

The man was kneeling down next to the driver's side door, and, to Kurt's surprise, talking to the driver inside.

"Blaine?" Kurt said quietly, to himself, as no one around him could here.

"Blaine!"

The man kneeling next to the door looked over at Kurt and turned back to Blaine, who nodded.

"Come over here boy, this kid wants to talk to you."

Kurt's eyes were filling with tears. It was the same Monday, but it wasn't. It was different. Blaine was alive.

Kurt rushed over to the driver's side door and bent over to be eye level with Blaine.

Blaine smiled at him. There was a gash on his forehead from where it'd hit the steering wheel, and Blaine looked a little dazed, but otherwise alright.

"Hey Kurt" Blaine said, his face going back to normal. It seemed to be too much effort to smile.

Tears were rolling down Kurt's cheeks as he laughed, reaching his hand out to wipe some of the blood off of Blaine's cheek. "Hey Blaine"

"I probably should have listened to you huh?" Blaine said with a weak laugh.

Kurt's tears started coming faster as he tried to speak slowly to avoid sobbing heavily. "Yeah, well, maybe next time you'll listen"

Blaine frowned at Kurt and reached the hand that wasn't pinned under the seat to Kurt's face, wiping the tears from his cheeks just as Kurt had done to the blood on Blaine's face.

"Hey… Kurt… I'm fine. Everything's going to be okay"

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes and smiled. Okay.

That's not a word he thought he'd hear again.

"Promise?"

Blaine cocked his head slightly to the side and gave Kurt a smile that said, of course I do. "Promise"

A force behind Kurt suddenly threw him into the side of Blaine's car. Kurt felt his head hit the top of the car door.

And then he felt nothing.

"Guys! I'm serious! Keep it down… You're going to wake him up!"

"Chill out Finnocence. He's going to have to wake up eventually"

"Yeah, well, I'd rather he'd get his rest. He's going to need it."

"You can say that again"

"He's going to need it."

"I wasn't being quite so literal Brittany"

"Sorry San"

"Will you all just shut up"

"Christ Rachel, just take a chill pill"

"I may be Jewish Noah, but I'd appreciate you not taking His name in vain"

"Hey! Everybody look! His eyes are fluttering…"

Kurt immediately felt a hand on his squeezing tight.

"Kurt? Hey, Kurt? Can you hear me?"

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut tighter. He recognized this scene. It was familiar, and yet, it was different.

"Kurt?"

"Jesus, Rachel, give him a minute!"

"Noah! What did I just say?"

"Sorry…"

Kurt felt a new hand take his left in theirs. This hand he would recognize. It'd been there for him for a couple of years now, and it never ceased to bring him comfort.

"Kurt? Can you hear me? Can you hear any of us?" Mercedes asked timidly.

Kurt took a deep sigh and slowly opened his eyes. It was bright in the hospital room. His eyes moved to the ceiling.

There was no crack.

He moved his gaze to Mercedes' big brown eyes.

"Hey Cedes" Kurt said with a sad smile.

"Kurt!" came a collective cry from around the room. It appeared that the entire Glee Club was there. Even Santana had showed up. Her pinkie linked with Brittany, Kurt could assume why.

"Hey guys" Kurt said, slowly pulling himself up in the stiff hospital bed.

Rachel bit her lip and opened her mouth to say something, but closed it immediately, her face quickly changing to one of deep concern.

Kurt knew what had happened already. But he had a feeling it might not be the same. This Monday was the same Monday as the accident. But it was a different accident.

The same place in time, but a different collection of events. This time, Kurt was talking to Blaine when he blacked out. And Blaine was alive.

Blaine was alive.

"What happened?" Kurt asked no one in particular.

Finn looked nervously over at Rachel who reached her hand down to squeeze his. Mercedes looked over at the pair of them and then back to Tina, who merely shrugged and leaned back into Mike. Puck shifted his gaze down to the floor while Santana put her arm around Brittany and gave her a gentle squeeze. Artie gave Brittany a quick pat on the back before quickly withdrawing his hand to his lap with an icy glare from Santana.

Finn was the first to talk.

"I think we better go get your dad Kurt…"

Kurt looked at the grimaces on all of their faces.

But Blaine was alive.

Kurt had seen him.

He was alive.

He had to be.

"Why don't you just tell me Finn?"

"We'll go get your dad Kurt". This time it was Rachel who spoke.

The rest of the Glee Club simply nodded and exited the hospital room slowly, waving goodbye to Kurt and saying things like, "See you soon" and "Be back later".

Besides Finn, Rachel was the last to leave. She squeezed Kurt's hand tightly and leaned over to give him a kiss on the forehead.

"I love you Kurt, please don't forget that."

Kurt looked at her quizzically as she withdrew from him. That was new, coming from her.

"Catch you later man, alright?" Finn said slowly, raising his fist up towards Kurt.

Kurt laughed and raised his fist to Finn's for a light bump. Finn tried to smile at him, but it came out as a sort of half attempted grimace.

"Hey Finn? Rachel said Kurt was awake." Burt had just popped his head in the doorframe of the hospital room and was looking at Finn.

"Uh, yeah, he's awake. I was just saying bye" Finn said, lowering his hand to his side and making his way towards the door.

"Your mom's outside" Burt said, patting Finn on the shoulder lightly.

Finn just nodded and moved out of the room, giving one last wink to Kurt and exiting the room.

"Hey dad" Kurt said, intertwining his hands in his lap and staring at them.

"Hey Kurt. How are you?" His dad said, pulling the chair from the wall closer to the bed and sitting next to him.

"I'm fine. My head kind of hurts…" Kurt said, reaching up to touch the sore spot on the back of his head. He was surprised to find a supple amount of gauze there and a surprising lack of hair.

Kurt's other hand quickly reached up to his head and touched the top of it.

"Did- Did you let them shave my head?" Kurt shouted loudly.

Burt laughed at Kurt's sudden outburst and overdramatic fear.

"Um, yeah. You had to have a bit of surgery, so, you know, that meant hair had to go"

"Are you serious? Dad! That's my hair! I'm- I'm- I'm bald! How many Broadway stars are bald? How many?" Kurt shouted at his dad again.

"Kurt… Kurt… It's going to grow back. We just had to rush you into surgery to make sure you'd be okay. You were hit by a pretty big chunk of that Tahoe."

Kurt's expression changed from one of shock to one of fear. Hit by a piece of the SUV? What?

Burt's face changed to one of concern as well as he reached his hand out to take Kurt's.

"I'm sorry. You still don't know what happened do you?"

Kurt shook his head lightly as his free hand continued to rub against his newly bald head. This was new.

"Well. Getting hit by a Tahoe… Guess that's not bad for my first Monday back huh?" Kurt said, trying to make light of the situation.

Burt laughed too and smiled at him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"You don't have to worry about that anymore. It's Tuesday now. Your surgery put you out for the better part of the day"

Kurt looked up suddenly panicked. Tuesday?

It wasn't supposed to be Tuesday. He hadn't made it to Tuesday before.

"Tuesday huh? Well that's… Good I guess."

"You guess? We thought you might not make it. It's great!"

Kurt smiled at his dad, but he couldn't help but feel that something might be missing. Something that no one had mentioned yet.

"Has anyone told you what happened at all?"

"No. They just went and fetched you. To tell me. What happened."

"Right, right. So, um, there was a car accident, and apparently you were standing between he two cars. The engine blew in one and you were hit by the fender as the car exploded. It threw you against the other car and you hit your head pretty badly."

Kurt nodded slowly, but couldn't help but feel a similar growing fear in his gut.

Blaine was alive.

He'd talked to him.

They were talking.

He said he loved him.

"And then you ended up here for surgery. Now you've been out for awhile, but they said you needed to rest. Your friends have been here for awhile."

But what about his boyfriend?

"Carole and I have been here too, obviously, but Rachel seemed to think that being surrounded by music might make you wake faster. That girl is quite talented and she knows it."

Kurt forced out a laugh and simply nodded.

Burt smiled a sort of forced smile and looked down at his hand holding Kurt's. And that's when Kurt knew.

His dad wasn't a man of many words, but his silence moved mountains.

But Blaine was alive.

Kurt had talked to him.

He was alive.

"What do you remember about the accident Kurt?"

Kurt wanted to look away from his dad, but those eyes boring into him made it impossible for him to look anywhere else.

"I remember the crash and people panicking. I ran over there to help… And, um, I saw that one of the cars, was, um-"

Kurt took a deep breath and tried to control his thoughts. Tears were already forming in his eyes.

Burt squeezed Kurt's hand and looked into his eyes. "Come on Kurt, it's alright. What do you remember?"

Kurt closed his eyes. Blaine. He remembered Blaine.

Blaine was alive.

He and Kurt had talked.

He was alive.

He said he loved Kurt.

Why hadn't he said it back?

Kurt's eyes flew open.

A new Monday… He'd forgotten to say it back.

Kurt laid back onto his bed and looked at the ceiling to take solace in the familiar crack.

But it was gone.

A new Monday.

What was happening?

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"Who was in the red car Kurt?"

Kurt closed his eyes again.

"Blaine."

Kurt felt his dad squeeze his hand.

Kurt could already feel the tears coming from his eyes. Somehow he already knew.

A new Monday.

Well, a new Tuesday.

Monday was gone.

"Blaine didn't make it Kurt."

And so was Blaine.

"Kurt?"

Kurt didn't bother opening his eyes to look at Rachel. He was done. Once again.

He was done.

"Kurt? Can you hear me?"

Kurt exhaled slowly and brought up his hand to rub his temple.

What the hell was going on?

Blaine was still dead.

But it wasn't Monday anymore.

It was Tuesday.

And Kurt still couldn't sleep.

This felt real.

This was real.

Blaine was gone. Again.

And Kurt couldn't do anything about it.

"Kurt, please… Just- Say something. Anything? I don't like seeing you like this Kurt. You know that Blaine wouldn't want this."

Kurt rolled over and turned his back to Rachel.

He was tired.

He'd had to live through his boyfriend dying. Twice.

It was all too confusing.

What was real?

Kurt didn't know. This sure as hell felt real.

"You can't ignore me Kurt. You can try and ignore everyone else and pretend like you don't care or whatever, but I'm not falling for it. Blaine meant the world to you. And I'm sure you meant the world to him. He liked you a lot Kurt."

Kurt sat up in his bed and turned to Rachel, his eyes unflinching. Rachel looked taken aback as she withdrew the hand that she had started to reach out towards Kurt.

"He loved me Rachel. He said he loved me." Kurt suddenly felt tears welling up inside of him again.

"And I didn't say it back"

Kurt raised his hands to his face. He didn't want Rachel to see him cry. Not like this. But Kurt felt the tiny arms wrap around him as Rachel crawled into the bed and drew Kurt towards her.

"I'm so sorry Kurt. I know this is horrible. I'm so so sorry"

Kurt didn't say anything.

He stayed like that with Rachel, crying into her arms until he couldn't cry anymore. He was just exhausted. He felt himself drifting asleep as Rachel leaned back into the tables, still patting Kurt's shoulder and whispering, "I'm so so so sorry".

And Kurt fell asleep like that.

"Ugh, yuck! I asked for a medium drip, not whatever coconut latte mumbo jumbo this is!"

Kurt kept his eyes shut tightly.

There was no way.

It wasn't possible.

This wasn't real.

It couldn't be real.

It sure felt real.

And Kurt sure as hell wanted it to be.

"Hey, Kurt, is something wrong?"

Kurt shook his head lightly and kept his eyes screwed shut.

"Okay, I'm going to go see if they'll fix this drink."

Kurt couldn't open his eyes. He wasn't doing this again.

But suddenly, Kurt felt a pair of lips pressed tightly against his and his eyes flew open in surprise.

Blaine withdrew from Kurt and laughed at the expression on his face.

"Well that got your attention…"

You have no idea.