Blaine was starting to worry.

He was shooting the scene of the accident, and was doing pretty well, considering to situation. He was comfortable enough in his goofy puppy mask to manage to keep it on, and no one had made a remark about him acting differently.

It was a little traumatizing to have to relive this dreadful moment, but since he wasn't really being crushed by a trunk this time, it was much easier.

So, yes, shooting the scene was the least of his worries.

The problem was that he still hadn't heard from Chris.

If the actor didn't manage to put the letter in the book in the next two hours, Kurt and Darren were probably not going to get it. It was nearly 10am. Which meant 6pm for them.

Chris had a scene with Cory – Kurt telling Finn what to pack and giving him some advice about Rachel – in which he had to subtly pick Romeo and Juliet from the shelf, open it, and then put it back on.

"Don't worry", had he said, "we're pretty much free to do anything with the props, as long as it's not something completely crazy. And that it fits in the scene."

"How does it fit ?", had Blaine asked

"Kurt's packing. He's figuring out what book to bring."

"Are you sure he'll get the message today and not... during the moment you're shooting ?"

"From what you've told me, I'm pretty sure Kurt found the Star Wars socks waaaay before the actual scene when I lost them was supposed to happen in your world."

All in all, he was pretty nervous, and literally ran to the other side of the Paramount lot when the crew told him the scene was done and all the blood and makeup was cleaned.

He had just reached Chris' trailer when he received a text. From Joey.

"So, how did the rest of the night go ? ;) -J"

"Nothing happened, we talked about today's scenes and went to bed. -D"

"Together ? -J"

"Yes. And I repeat, nothing happened. -D"

Well, it wasn't the exact truth. They had cuddled the entire night, because Blaine was feeling a little down after writing the message to Kurt, and, well... he could tell Chris wasn't as completely reassured as he pretended to be.

"Man, he's going to New York soon. You know what that means. -J"

"Hey, all in good time. I don't want to rush things, especially when I'm still not a hundred percent sure about my feelings. -D"

"Yeah, right. Still ok for tonight ? -J"

"Totally, we'll come after filming's done. -D"

"Okay, I'll see you there then. -J"

Blaine pinched the bridge of his nose and reached for the door of Chris' trailer.

"Darren ?"

He turned around, almost falling down. He hadn't heard Ashley approaching.

"Oh hey, L-Ashley."

"Dude, are you okay ?"

"Yeah, yeah, just... a little tired you know."

"Weren't you shooting the accident ?"

"I was, I just came here to... get all this gel out of my hair, I uh – I thought I could stand it but ehm... yeah, too much. Don't know how Blaine manages."

"Oh, ok. Hoping to get a peak at Colfer exiting his shower ?", she winked

Blaine blushed. Shit. Shit shit shit.

"Haha, very funny", he rolled his eyes,"You seem to be confusing me and my character, just like everybody else... What is it with you all these days ?"

"Dude, you're in denial. Just be aware there's an ongoing bet. The faster you guys get together, the more Mark and I win. Just don't wait until Glee Live otherwise Cory and Heather get the whole thing. Bye, Darren !"

She waved and walked away. Blaine stood still, mouth agape. Yup, he was definitely going to leave Darren a long, detailed message. He entered the trailer and sat down on the small couch. New Direction's departure was being shot in a small airport just a few miles away from the set, and Blaine was supposed to be at the main entrance with the others in half an hour, clothes changed, hair re-done. He barely had the time to take a shower, but he could do it. No way he was shooting a scene after having sweat so much. So gross.

He stripped off of his discarded clothes – which were almost really his, this time, and not Darren's – folding them neatly, out of habit, before taking a plastic bag and securely taping it around his cast before entering the shower.

He successfully managed to take all the gel out of his hair and wash all the fake blood and sweat from his body. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist, and pulled the shower-curtain across the rod at the same time the bathroom's door was opened, revealing Chris in nothing but his boxers.

The two boys stared at each other for a long second, none speaking.

"Hi", Chris finally said

"Hi", Blaine answered, breathless

"Ehm, I'm just gonna... take a quick shower, you know, b-before we...go. To the airport."

Blaine could only nod and walked out, jumping slightly when the door was closed behind him. Great. Now I could totally use a cold shower.

"No, Darren, we decided it like that, I'm jumping too !"

"It's too dangerous !"

"Chris is jumping !"

"Yeah, well he's done it before !"

"I don't care, I'm jumping with you ! What if you pass out or something, Blaine'll need someone to drag him out of the water !"

"Are you that good at swimming ?"

Kurt narrowed his eyes.

"I swim faster than Finn. And I can hold my breath under water longer than him too."

Darren whistled, impressed.

"Okay, fine. But you'll jump after me."

"Deal."

Kurt smiled.

"I'm gonna change into something a little more... colorful", Darren said, "then we can go to my house."

"To Blaine's house."

"I know, but he must have like a kick-ass mansion or something, let me dream for a minute."

He picked a few clothes from Blaine's bag and went to the small bathroom.

"Oh, like you don't have enough money to buy a big house in L.A !", Kurt called after him

"As a matter of fact, no, I don't. I live in a crappy apartment, it's always super messy except for when Chris throws a tantrum and decides to clean it all before our movie nights and... yeah, it sucks, but I love it."

He heard Kurt chuckle from the other side of the door. Mentioning Chris had made his heart beat incredibly faster. If it all went well, he was going to see him in one day. Well, twenty-three hours and sixteen minutes. He smiled and finished buttoning his shirt. When he got out of the bathroom, Kurt was wearing a different outfit from the one he'd just seen him in.

"... Kurt ? Did you just change you clothes ?"

"Yes, why ? I just remembered I had already worn that t-shirt in front of Blaine's housemaid two weeks ago. That's not acceptable."

Darren bit his lip to keep himself from laughing at Kurt's wonderful bitchface.

"Yeah, okay. So – what are we gonna tell your dad ?"

"That you need a few more clothes... and that someone from Dalton left you some homework, I don't know. And also pretend that you can't drive my car by yourself."

Darren nodded. The sadness in Kurt's eye was starting to fade, little by little. Now he looked more worried, but excited at the same time.

Darren gathered all the clothes he'd used in the last three days – jeez, already three days ? - and put them in the bag while Kurt went downstairs to talk to Burt. Once he was done, he picked the letter from where Kurt had left it on his bed, re-reading the last part for the hundredth time.

It was... it was so Chris. And yet a little more 'emotional' than what he was used to. He caressed the last words with his fingertips.

"Wood nymph...", he whispered, "You're a majestic wood nymph and I'm just a damn hobbit."

"Darren ?"

Kurt was leaning against the doorframe. Darren sighed before looking up.

"Hm ?"

"You really love him, don't you ?"

Darren smiled sadly.

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"Darren, look..."

The tears threatened to break free so he got up abruptly, picking his bag from the floor.

"Let's go."

"Darren -"

"Kurt, please, can we just go ? Thanks."

He started to walk away only to be stopped by Kurt's surprisingly strong grip on his arm.

"Darren, you listen to me right now. When you get back to your... reality, you have to promise me to do something about those feelings."

"Kurt, I'm almost certain Chris doesn't even feel that way -"

"Are you nuts ? Don't you get it ? The world I live in is built by your world. Why do you think all the Glee Clubbers are getting together in so many possible ways ? Because their feelings are not a hundred percent real. The fact that the guy playing Jesse and the girl who plays Rachel are best friends explains why they got together again when she clearly was in love with Finn ! I get it now, why I made it all up in my head about Blaine being interested in me. Maybe... maybe it wasn't what he felt for me that I saw, but what you feel for Chris ! And Darren, I know I have a history of falling quickly and falling hard but with Blaine, it was different. Like... I don't know, like we were meant to be. Actually, my feelings for Finn, now that I think about it, were... extremely brotherly-like all the while, compared to what I feel for Blaine. I wanted to be with Finn so that he could protect me. And some part of me wanted to be with him because he's the star quarterback... and I'm not proud of it !"

Darren blinked. It actually made sense. Sort of.

"And I'm guessing the girl who plays Lauren and the guy who plays Puck are actually really close, am I right ?"

"Yes... yes you are."

"Those weird feelings, being close to someone that you should hate, I know I'm not the only one who's felt it. Just like in a movie, the better an actor you are, the more believable the story is, but still. When you tell someone that you love him, when you're in character, there is always one little thing that's unreal. Something you never get to see unless you are a character yourself ! I hadn't noticed before you... before you and Blaine swapped bodies but now it completely makes sense !"

"Kurt – are you telling me that... that you feel like your whole world is a lie ?"

"No – far from it ! It only is from your point of view. I just... we've established that my world has an effect on yours too, right ? So it's not a lie. And we notice it here when the writers make a mistake and someone acts 'out of character'. When I say 'we' I mean... only... for those of us who really care about the others enough to follow their life stories. It also might certainly be because the cast is made of such talented actors anyways."

Kurt smiled as Darren nodded vigorously.

"And I've been so, so lonely, sometimes I notice the little things. A smile that had nothing to do there. A glass that was filled, and emptied itself out of nowhere. I used to think I was going crazy, but I'm not. It's your world's fault actually !"

Darren pinched the bridge if his nose.

"I don't know if that's because I've read and watched way too much sci-fi, but... yes, it does make sense. The problem is that Chris is a wonderful actor. And as for Blaine eye-fucking you -"

"Hey !"

"Sorry, I meant... for the way Blaine was looking at you, it was... only half because of my feelings. And I was just... strongly attracted to him physically at first."

"Let me guess... Until Baby It's Cold Outside ?"

"Yes, pretty much."

"Ha ! Knew it. And what, didn't you get the right directions on set not to look at me that way until I sang Blackbird ?"

"Actually no, the writers and directors didn't know what they were going to do with me just yet, so I just assumed Blaine was attracted to you. I mean", he snorted, "who wouldn't be..."

Kurt blushed.

"That's awfully sweet of you, Darren. And Chris might be a good actor, but I'm telling you, what I feel for Blaine... it's more than anything I've ever felt before. Now yes, it might be because it's been written that way, but please. Don't miss out on that opportunity."

"He's never shown any signs of affection towards me. Well, more than in a friendly way."

"Are you sure ?"

"Well, we... always cuddle when we watch movies together... or share a bed but that's -"

"Is he like that with everyone ?"

"... nope. He's only that touchy with the girls, but I think it might be because he's afraid to make the other boys uncomfortable."

"But yet with you, no problem."

"That's because I'm... Chris always says I'm a puppy. I'm touchy with everyone."

"So I take it you cuddle with all your guy friends ?"

Darren rolled his eyes.

"No, I don't cuddle with them but... but Chris just, he's so good at cuddling and he gives some mean hugs and I don't know, when I fall asleep with my head on his chest, it's like his heartbeat is... I don't know how to explain it – like when there's a clock ticking, I can't sleep. When there's some music in the nearby apartments and the low sounds just... reverberate on the walls, it bothers me. But Chris' heartbeats lull me to sleep."

Kurt bit his lip.

"Okay, sorry to bring this to you, but you're... totally smitten."

"Yeah... I know... That's kind of the main problem here."

"Darren, why would it be a problem ? Actually, it's kind of ironic. I'm gay, and I've had crushes on straight men. Yet you're straight, and you're crushing on a gay man. Only your situation is much easier because you're both looking for the same thing."

"I think me being in love with Chris doesn't exactly make me straight."

"Well then... are you gay ?"

"... no, I... I've been... well, I've found some men attractive before, but there was no feeling. And well, obviously, I can... enjoy girls too. And not just physically. Well, a lot less since I've met Chris, but... I know you don't believe this is possible, but I might be bisexual, if you want to put a label on it. Or maybe it's just Chris. I don't know. Why put labels on after all, I mean you love a person, not a gender. That's how I feel, that's how I've been raised. There's no difference, it's... it's just love. "

"It's not that I don't believe in bisexuality, I... I find it disturbing."

"But you said, when Blaine thought he -"

"He wasn't right then, was he ?", Kurt spat

Darren raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Wow, Kurt, calm down..."

"I'm calm, it's just... this whole thing – still a sore spot."

"I thought you said you were over it ?"

"Well, I'm not. How do you expect me to, uh ? If – imagine if Blaine was bi ? It would change absolutely everything. Well no – it would change some things. I already feel self-conscious when we walk across super handsome guys, I wouldn't want to have to worry about girls too, because then it's worse. Boys – I can compete. Girls ? Contrary to what many people would say, they have a lot of things that I don't. And... yes, it might be because it was Rachel, again. With Finn, it was different, I could tell she was strongly in love with him, you know. But... for Blaine, she said it herself, it was just to have a boyfriend. And... it really hurt me when she said no one cared about me."

Darren wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulders.

"Blaine, he... he said he cared about me. And to hear Rachel say such things... I mean I know we've been rivals on so many levels, and I try to be strong about it but sometimes it's just too much to take."

"Kurt – don't worry. It's... you know how Rachel is, right ? She acts and says things before thinking of the consequences. She... she lives in her own show. She might be a little inconsiderate sometimes but you know that she loves you a lot. And I know you like her to."

"I do. I really do. She understands me better than a lot of people, but sometimes I wish... I wish she wasn't trying so hard, you know ?"

"Kurt -"

"Yes, yes, I know. I'm doing exactly the same things."

"That's not true, Kurt. I don't think Rachel would ever blow a note to spare someone she loves the way you did for your dad."

"She passed on a solo opportunity to let Mercedes sing last."

"Well, you're right. She's grown in the 'second half of the season'. A lot. I'm pretty certain things with Blaine would happen differently now. A little."

Kurt nodded.

"We should get going."

"Very true."

"You could've told me !"

"I thought you'd read the script pages I gave you !"

"No ! Not... fully, you... you just highlighted my lines, not what I have to do !"

"Oh come on, Blaine, please. It's just a small kiss."

"No, Chris, it's a big deal ! We're in a public place ! Kurt and I would never kiss in a public place."

"Blaine – be realistic. When you switch back to your world tomorrow, what's the first thing you're gonna do when you see Kurt, even if there are people all around you ?"

"... touch�."

Chris snickered and walked into the makeup trailer, leaving Blaine alone.

"Damn you, Colfer."

He shook his head.

"I heard that !"

Blaine chuckled and walked inside, greeting the crew as he sat down on his 'usual' armchair.

"The good thing is that we don't actually have to make you a fake cast", one the girls said, "That would've been a pain to put on and take off every day."

Blaine smiled.

"See ? I'm so accommodating. I should get an award for that. I got into a car crash for you guys."

Everyone laughed, except for Chris, who just vaguely smirked. Blaine shrugged it off and let the new hairdresser do his hair.

It took him a while to notice the guy seemed a little nervous.

"Is something wrong, man ?"

"Uh ?", he blushed, "No, n-not at all it's just, uh... I'm n-new and I didn't know I'd... be doing your hair."

"... not comfortable with that much hair gel ? Hey, I can do it myself if you want to, I've gotten used to it. After all these months."

"Ha, ha, no a-actually it's... it's not about the hair gel it's ehm, because... Oh my God this is so embarrassing..."

The man bit his lip, all the while still smiling widely.

"I'm a big fan of you", he said, breathless, "You've... kinda changed my life."

Blaine's jaw fell.

"Wow, man, I... I kinda don't know what to say, ehm... thanks, I guess ?"

"No, really, thank you, you made me understand that it's... it's okay to be who I am. I'm... yeah, just. And I met my fianc�e thanks to Starkid. So, thank you."

Blaine couldn't help the blush that creeped up his face. Seriously ? That guy is so much of a fan that he has trouble breathing in my -well Darren's- presence ?

"Well then... you're welcome. But ehm, really, I didn't do anything man."

"That's where you're wrong."

"I'm just a... a weird dude with a guitar, and too much inspiration..."

"Ha. You meant a supermegafoxyawesomehot dude."

Chris chuckled next to him.

"I second that thought."

Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Holy shit – this is Blaine's HOUSE ? It's not a house. It's a damn castle, man !"

Kurt giggled.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too the first time Blaine brought me here."

The countertenor reached into his pocket, taking out a key and unlocking the door with experimented hands.

"You seem to know your way in here..."

"It's close to Dalton, and his folks are never around. I used to come and do my homework here while waiting for Blaine to finish his fencing practice when I attended Dalton Academy."

"... fencing ? Really ?"

"Well, it is a private school. I think Dalton won the National competition once in the 1980s or something."

"Impressive."

"It's not funny. Blaine's rather good at it."

"Yeah, I bet..."

Kurt rolled his eyes and walked through the hall, that was about the size of a small church, to reach the stairs. Darren followed him, gaping at the paintings on the wall.

The first floor corridor was as big as his apartment, with four imposing wooden doors on each sides. At the end of the corridor was a glass-door that opened to an enormous balcony, on which Darren could see a table and some chairs. The view was absolutely breathtaking, and you could see downhill, through the trees, all the way to the lake. Darren followed Kurt to last room on the right. He paused for a minute, realizing they had never shown Blaine's room in the show. His heart started to beat faster with anticipation and he almost stumbled on his feet on his way in.

The first thing he thought when he entered the room was that he could never, ever live there.

"I know what you're thinking, Darren, but remember, Blaine isn't here most of the time. He's got a dorm at Dalton and barely ever comes here on the weekends."

"But I thought you said you came here to work ?"

"Yes, in the library or in the music room. I do believe this room must look better during the summer holidays."

Darren looked around. The walls were painted in a soft beige, with some movie or band posters here and there. He smiled when he saw Blaine did own a Katy Perry poster and hoped Chris would believe him. One of the walls was literally made of glass, with the same view you had from the balcony. The desk was covered by books, probably those who didn't fit in the gigantic shelf that covered the opposite wall. There were two other doors, one that led to the bathroom, the other leading to Blaine's wardrobe.

Kurt opened the latter.

"It's quite funny. He's got all these clothes he doesn't want to throw away and I'm just dying to take him shopping for a complete makeover but he won't let me."

Kurt pouted, which Darren found just adorable.

"You look like a ten-year-old who's just been told to go to bed when the Rugrats are still on."

"Shut up."

They exchanged a smile.

"You know what the worst part of this whole thing is ?", Darren asked

"Mmh ?"

"I think I'm going to miss you."

Kurt blinked, visibly surprised.

"Well, I'm going to miss you too. I wish there was... like, another reality where we could meet, like all four of us."

"That would be great. Chris would really love to meet you. It'd be like, a schizophrenic meeting one of his numerous personalities."

Kurt laughed and closed the door.

"Oh, and you're gonna love this."

Darren turned to where Kurt was pointing. A big wooden cupboard that was about twice his size. Kurt opened the doors to reveal a flatscreen, as well as rows and rows of DVDs and...

"OH MY GOD, SO MANY VIDEOGAMES !"

"Yep. One of the advantages of having a father trying to make you straight – he bought him every game and console ever made."

"Is that... oh my GOD, it's like the very first Nintendo ! Kurt, can I -"

"No, Darren, we don't exactly have time for you to play Legend Of Zelda right now..."

"But please, it's my only chance to ever try it !"

"You're unbelievable. You have thirty minutes, I'll grab you some clothes in the meantime."

"Thank you, thank you !"

Darren was jumping up and down, staring at the antique gamepad Kurt handed him.

"And you said I looked like a ten-year-old."

"I look younger."

"True."

"Aaaand, action !"

Blaine had to shake his head a few times to actually see the cameras and act, not like that weird sequence at the church the previous day. He waited for Mike and Chris to deliver their lines before walking closer.

"Blaine !", Ku-Chris said, "You made it !"

"Had to take a cab", he said, as Chris took his hand

"Wasn't your father supposed to drive you ?", Mike asked

"He was. He thought I was here to say goodbye to friends from Dalton, he hadn't understood it was Kurt."

"I'll give you a lift back", Mike said, shaking his head in anger, before glancing at Chris, "Maybe you want to come have dinner at home ? Carole is leaving with the kids, so I'm all alone, and the Buckeyes are playing tonight !"

Blaine looked at Chris, who smiled.

"Yes, I'd love that."

"Nice. We could order some -"

"Dad", Chris interjected, "just because me or Carole aren't here, doesn't mean you get to eat whatever you want. Blaine, I'm counting on you. No junk food."

"Sure, don't worry."

When Chris looked down to check on his suitcase one more time, Blaine winked at Mike, who smiled in return.

"Okay, we're good to go !", Mr Sh-Matt called

Every New Directions kid got a hold of their luggage and turned to their parents.

"Cut ! Okay one more time, with the other camera angles."

Chris smiled at Blaine as he walked back away from the cameras. They re-shot the scene a couple of times, having once had to start over because Chris' bitchface was just too much to take for both Blaine and Mike.

"Okay, everyone in position for the goodbyes ! Starting with – Brittany, then Artie, then Mercedes, then... yeah, we'll see. Places !"

Heather smiled at her fake parents.

"Are you sure you've got everything, sweetie ?"

"Yes mum, even the small bag of sunflower seed to give to the plane on the way in case it gets hungry. I'm still hoping we'll see the people from Lost when we fly over the ocean."

Blaine bit his lip, trying hard not to laugh.

"How can she remain serious ?", he asked Chris

"I honestly don't know", the actor answered, "hey, are you ehm... sure you're okay with the kiss ?"

"Absolutely."

"Because if it makes you feel uncomfortable -"

"No, Chris, it's fine."

Mike, Cory and Romy approached, taking their places (they were close to where Artie and his parents were supposed to be, and thus were in the shot). Chris took Blaine's hand, who smiled at him.

Each of the goodbyes were quite short, so it only took about two hours before The Kiss (it had caps in Blaine's head) was to be shot.

He was completely okay with kissing Chris. Actually, he had managed to convince himself that it was not cheating and that he was going to tell Kurt as soon as he was back where he belonged.

And then reenact it two days later for the actual departure.

"Aaand, action !"

"Take care of yourself, honey", Romy whispered to Mike

"And you, take care of our kids."

"I will."

Cory, Chris and Blaine smiled at them. Chris let go of Blaine's hand to hug his fath- no, to hug Mike, as Cory did the same with Blaine – quite awkwardly. It was then Romy's turn to give him a hug, a lot more warmly than her son – dammit, than CORY – had done before.

Blaine saw Cory let go of his on-screen stepfather and then walk away to join Mark in the line, as Romy kissed Mike. Chris moved closer to Blaine and wrapped his arms around him. The camera was focused on them.

"Enjoy yourself Kurt..."

"I'm gonna miss you... be careful okay ?"

"Don't worry about me... I'm going to miss you too."

They hugged more tightly for a few more seconds before letting go. Chris walked backwards, only holding his hand. He almost completely let go of him before Blaine pulled him back and kissed him softly.

That's when Blaine's heart lost it. Oh God, had he missed those lips. He didn't even try to convince himself he was kissing Chris and not Kurt. He raised his hand to cup his face but too soon the other boy pulled away. Blaine opened his eyes, blinking at the sudden light. Chris stood still in front of him, eyebrow raised, a small smirk forming on his lips.

"Darren, a little less passionate and a little more... chaste, if you don't mind...", the director said, "You're in the middle of an airport."

"I-I know, s-sorry", he stuttered

He looked around at his "co-stars", who all seemed very amused by the situation. He looked back to Chris and mouthed "sorry".

"It's fine", the actor whispered, "just focus on the scene and not on what you're doing... well, if that makes any sense. Just make sure you know it's me."

Blaine nodded, and took a deep breath.

"Okay, the beginning of the scene was perfect, so – we'll take it back from the moment Kurt walks away."

Chris took Blaine's hand and looked down to find the little red cross that marked his place.

"Aaand... action !"

Focus, focus, focus !

He pulled Chris back and met him half-way. The moment his lips reached Chris', he inhaled deeply and almost began to move his mouth against the actor's when the director yelled "Cut !".

"Darren -"

"Yes, yes, I know, sorry, it's just... I don't know, they're not gonna see each other for a five days, I'm not sure a simple peck will do..."

"Yeah, I sort of agree with him", Chris said

After all, Blaine was in the best position to know what would do. He knew how far he could go in this situation.

"Darren, Kurt and Blaine aren't exactly big on the whole PDA thing, now I know that would please the fans very much, but stay in character."

Blaine saw Chris bite in lips to refrain a chuckle, and rolled his eyes. How ironical.

"Excuse me, but after what they've been through... I mean, I almost died."

"Yeah, I guess you have a point."

Chris squeezed his hand, smiling. Blaine looked at him, blushing a little.

"Okay, so I guess... just try to do it like... yeah, be a little more... desperate, then..?"

Blaine nodded. He knew exactly what he would do. Actually, the best course of action was to forget the cameras again, and picture himself in his reality. He could almost hear the sounds of planes taking off, passengers being called at their gates, even though there were none.

He was at Dayton's international airport, saying goodbye to his boyfriend, who was going to New York for the first time in his life, but hopefully not the last. He was going to see places he had only talked about before. And he was going there for Nationals.

Blaine was not going to see him for five long days, just after being in a car crash and switching places to find himself in another world where his life was a TV Show.

Yes. I know exactly what I'd do.

They went back to their places and he looked at Chris briefly, only not thinking of him as Kurt for a short second. The look in the actor eyes was one of complete trust. Blaine could also feel the anticipation and excitement, as well as some anxiety, that all belonged to Kurt.

He barely heard the director calling "Action !" before pulling Kurt towards him, cupping his cheek before kissing him gently. His lips moved against his boyfriend's for a few seconds before he pulled back. They were both breathless.

"Be careful", they whispered at the same time

Kurt smiled and walked away, the camera following him as he gave his passport and walked through the door.

"Cut !"

Blaine blinked, and it was like waking up from a dream. He shook his head and looked around to see the smiles on the others' faces. Chris walked back in, his expression unreadable. He looked sad, but maybe he was still a little in character. Blaine frowned but thought it better to let go.

Santana's goodbye was the last to come. Her cheek was still a little purple from the aggression. Blaine put himself back in his world again. They shot the first part of the scene a couple of times before resetting the other cameras.

Santana waved her parents goodbye and walked to the door. She stopped in front of Blaine, who smiled and wrapped his arms around her.

"Be careful, Santana. And keep an eye on Kurt."

"Wouldn't want him to hook up with one of those cute New-Yorkers now, would you..."

Blaine rolled his eyes and let go of her.

"Go win this thing."

"We will."

They exchanged one last smile and Santana handed her passport, mimicking Kurt's gesture, before walking through the door.

"Cut ! Great one, guys ! And Naya, add just a little more pride when you say 'we will', okay ?"

Naya nodded. They had to do the scene again to catch it from two other angles.

"Wow. That's not a basement. That's a bunker."

Kurt chuckled.

"I think the sports stuff are that way."

He walked on his left to a neatly arranged area where two canoes were put. Darren walked closer and started looking around for anything that could help them survive.

"We need... actually, if you could find the 'camping' area, ehm... need... for my cast... find..."

He was mumbling almost unintelligibly, rummaging through the piles of... well, just about anything water-related humans had ever made.

"Darren ?"

"Mmh ?"

"Could you please be speak english ?"

"What ?"

"... I understood 'camping' and 'for my cast', now I'm not sure a tent would protect you in any way..."

Darren chuckled.

"Yeah, I meant one of those... mattresses, you know, like made of rubber or something ? Like I could wrap it around my arm, and – ha ! Gotcha !"

"Oh my God, is that color even allowed ?", Kurt shrieked, disgusted

"It's a life-jacket, Kurt, it should be seen from afar."

"Not a reason to have it be so... ugly."

"It saves people's life. I'd rather be alive wearing something in a flashy purplish orange, than dead at the bottom of the river."

"... I guess you have a point. Take that one then. I'll have the yellow one."

"Deal."

"I'll go find the mattresses."

Darren kept looking and managed to find two surf-suits, one that probably belonged to Blaine, and the other that seemed about Kurt's size, as well as two face masks.

"Will this do ?", Kurt asked

Darren looked up and smiled.

"Perfect ! Leave it here. Now we need... some super strong tap and something waterproof."

Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"What do you usually wear when you jump from a bridge ?"

"Just my swimsuit. But we don't jump from such high places, normally."

"What ? You mean you've never -"

"As high as what we're going to do ? Once. Nearly died."

"But Darren, I thought you said it was safe !"

"It is !"

"But if you -"

"Hey, that's what we need, right ? To almost die ?"

"NO ! Darren, you've done it before but Blaine hasn't ! And, and he hates extreme sports – dammit, he can't go on a roller-coaster ! If he's scared, he's going to panic and then -"

"Kurt ! Calm down, it's safe. I have life-jackets just like these ones at home, all you need to do is pull here", he demonstrated, "and it fills itself and you're back on the surface. Chris know how to use them. I can promise you that Blaine is safe, okay, just like we are. I nearly died because I did not have that. Only my brother's old surf-suit, and not even swimming goggles."

Kurt nodded, still not reassured.

"I think there's a bunch of old raincoats over there. I'll go see if I can find one of Blaine's old ones that we could cut or something."

"Okay good, I'll go put that in the car."

"I'm really sorry Lauren, we're not gonna make it, we might still be here for a while. And ehm, I have this... thing at the hospital in the morning, so I can't go to bed too late... I promise I'll come to Chicago soon okay ? When the others are in New York ?"

"What do you mean you 'promise' ? Darren, you have a show there next week, remember ?"

Blaine frowned.

"I know, what I meant was that I'll... come see you guys."

"Yeah, okay... Good luck with Chris !"

Blaine blushed and turned to make sure the actor hadn't heard (which was sort of a stupid gesture because he was speaking over the phone a few feet from him).

"Very funny. Have a great night anyways, okay ? Drink responsively and all that."

"Yes dad !"

And with that she hung up.

"It's all sorted out", he informed Chris

"Good."

"I guess I'll just... take a cab, or something, to my place, and wait for you to be done re-recording The Song That Must Not Be Named"

"Blaine, come on, I can't tell you. For the exact same reason I only gave you the first few pages of the script !"

"Please tell me Kurt doesn't meet someone and -"

"Are you kidding me ?"

"... yes ?"

"Don't worry", Chris said, "It's because something great happens and I don't want to spoil it for you. Oh, by the way, you can go on Darren's computer if you want to surf the internet and stuff, or, you know, watch more Glee..."

Blaine nodded and grabbed his bag, kissing Chris' cheek on his way out of the trailer, without really thinking. He cursed under his breath once he was out in the lot.

His face was still flushed when opened the door to the apartment and sunk down on the couch.

He had barely closed his eyes that he'd fallen asleep faster than ever before... only to be awakened a little over an hour later by Beyonc�'s voice.

"'lo ?"

"Hey, I'll be here in an hour okay ? Need to grab a few things at my place, you know, for the jump. And we're almost done with the song."

"'kay..."

"Were you sleeping ?"

"No ! Yes."

He heard Chris laughing quietly.

"Okay, I'll let you go back to your nap then. See you soon !"

"Bye !"

Blaine hung up and let the phone on the coffee table. He got up and went to the fridge, grabbing a beer.

It's legal and my body can handle it, why shouldn't I ?

He passed in front of Darren's laptop on his way back to the couch, and picked it up. Luckily, it was only on 'sleep' mode and did not require a password. Blaine chuckled at his alter-ego's wallpaper. It was a picture of Mark, Cory, Darren, Lea, Chris and a much younger girl that looked a lot like Chris – his sister ? - as well as Lauren, Joey and Joe at Disneyland.

The girl was wearing a 'Birthday Girl !' badge and was clutching Chris' hand while laughing with Mark. She was extremely cute, but looked tired. Almost... sick ?

Oh. That's what he meant by "I'm used to taking care of people" ?

Blaine hesitated for a second before launching the internet browser and looking for Chris' wikipedia page. He knew it was going to feel weird reading about Chris' life, like an intrusion or something, so he decided he was just going to search for "sister" and -

"Damn, Kurt's got a wikipedia page too !"

He smiled and clicked the link. He looked at Kurt's "infortmations".

"Oooh, 'Significant Other – Blaine Anderson' ! That's so awesome !"

He clapped his hands in excitement and started reading Kurt's page.

"Oh my God ! 'One of the most beloved TV-couple of the millenium' ? Really ?"

He typed "klaine" on the Google search bar and clicked the second link.

"You're late for dinner, boys", Carole said as they walked in, "there's some chicken left on the kitchen table."

Darren nearly ran to follow the delicious smell, before remembering that Blaine, unlike him, had some manners, and so took of his jacket and apologized to Carole for being late, before walking calmly to -

"Oh my God ! There's some apple juice too ! That's totally awesome !"

Finn and Burt looked up from where they were sitting on the couch in the next room, looking extremely surprised.

Kurt walked up behind Darren, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"I hate to tell you this", he whispered in his ear, "but Blaine does not feel the need to shout every time he finds something particularly appealing. Just so you know."

"Even when he sees you in those skin-tight jeans ?"

Kurt pulled away from him, rolling his eyes, cheeks red.

"He wouldn't say that either."

Darren shrugged and grabbed the bottle of apple juice, pouring himself a glass, rather generously.

"Want some ?"

"No thanks, I don't like it that much."

"What ?"

"I prefer orange juice."

"But, but Kurt – how can you think such a thing ? It's – it's... apple juice is so fucking delicious !"

"Blaine doesn't swear."

"Oh, I bet he does."

"Only when he's extremely pissed."

They sat down and helped themselves to the chicken and potatoes.

"I'm sure you find it hot."

"Excuse me ?"

"When he swears."

"... w-why would you say that ?"

"I don't know, in the few fanfictions I've read, you always found it particularly arousing when he swore. And also you have a dirty mouth."

"Now you're just being inappropriate. And please don't talk about stories regarding my sex life that are read by hundreds of people, it makes me uncomfortable."

"Hundreds ? Try thousands..."

"Oh, my God. Can we stop talking about this ?"

"Sure thing."

They ate silently for a few minutes before Kurt looked up again.

"Are there fanfictions about you and Chris ?"

"What ?"

"Well, I know there're some people who write about the actors and... why are you blushing ? Oh, my God. Darren. That's almost disgusting."

"Hey, simple curiosity !"

"As if !"

"Seriously ! It... it wasn't even about sex, it... well, some of it, yes but... it had a good portrayal of our friendship actually, and I thought it was well-written, so I kept reading, and then Chris and I got drunk at some party and I took him home and then yes, we had sex -

"- you're still talking about the fanfiction, right ?-"

"Of course ! Let me finish – then in the morning, well, Chris goes all like 'I'm so sorry, we shouldn't have, blabla' and says he's in love with me ! So I was like 'This is going to end so cutely' but IT DIDN'T. Because for some reason the author decided I didn't love him back and that I was just desperate the previous day, so I tell him that and then I leave. I leave him like that."

Kurt smirked.

"It's not funny !"

"The story isn't – but you are. It's like you're going to cry."

"I did cry ! It was awful ! I felt so bad ! Then I checked the warnings and saw that the author had actually said it did not end well. Then I read another one, about our wedding. This one was all sugar. I loved it."

Kurt shook his head in disbelief. They finished eating, clearing their plates before heading to Kurt's room.

"Boys !", Burt called after them, "It's already nine, I want you to be asleep in an hour."

"Dad -"

"No, Kurt, you have class tomorrow."

"I wasn't going to complain, I just wanted to ask you if... Blaine could sleep in my bed ?"

Darren tried to look as innocent as possible – they had shared a bed the two previous nights, but Burt had no idea. If anyone asked – he was on the couch.

"Ain't that what you've been doing since he's here ?"

"I-I beg your pardon ?"

"You've shared that bed the last two nights, right ?"

"Ehm... yes ?"

"Well then why do you ask ?"

"Because you said to -"

"Kurt, Blaine's been in an accident. Even if he wanted to try anything – he couldn't physically stand stand it."

Darren frowned, but kept his composure. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Good night, Dad."

"Good night, Mr Hummel."

"G'night boys. And Blaine ?"

"Yes ?"

"I told you to call me Burt."

"Yes, Mr Hummel."

Burt shook his head, smiling, and turned back to the screen.

"Hey, Blaine, I've brought us some – OH MY GOD, NO, BLAINE QUIT THAT PAGE RIGHT NOW !"

Blaine looked up at Chris, eyes wide, looking visibly shaken.

"C-Chris ? Who are those people ?"

"Blaine, give me the computer – I should've warned you. Whatever you do – do not go on tumblr. Ever."

"W-What's wrong with my eyebrows ? Chris ? Are they really so triangular ?"

"Blaine, you have to forget everything you've just read, okay ?"

"I don't – I don't eat people ! And I don't have a twin, and, and neither does Kurt. And even if we did, I don't know if I'd be okay to have sex with all of them."

"Listen, ehm... apparently, when waiting for the a new episode to come, when there's a longer pause than usual, the people on tumblr kind of... lose it. Well, they can be nice people, if you... know where to look. But sometimes, it's – are you crying ?"

"Why does everyone hate meeeeeee ?"

Chris took the computer away from Blaine's hands and sat down next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"Shhh, it's okay. How did you end up on tumblr anyways ?"

"I-I searched 'klaine' and it led me there and, and I saw pretty images and nice drawings, so I kept scrolling down and then out of nowhere everything was... was so unsettling."

Chris ruffled Blaine's hair.

"Just... forget about it, okay ?"

"I've... I've read a fanfiction. People write about Kurt and me... having sex. With extremely graphic details. I wanted to stop reading but it was so engrossing. Then I found this one where Kurt breaks up with me at the end of senior year to go to college and, and it was so sad and it was so well-written that I, I..."

"Blaine, come on. It's not real, okay ?"

"I know ! But, what if the writers stumble upon one of them and decide to have Kurt breaking up with me ?"

"It's not going to happen. Blaine, if you've been on tumblr, you've seen how strongly people feel about you two right ?"

"Yes, but sometimes they, like, insult me."

"What do you mean ?"

"Some girl said that Kurt would be better with Sam. He's not even gay !"

"Oh. You've witnessed a ship war ! They happen quite often, I've heard. That's the funny thing about the Glee fandom. See, if two people belong to two different ships involving the same character – for example, those who want Kurt with you and those who want Kurt with Sam – they're going to tear each other apart. But if you put those same two people in front of someone who says that Glee sucks – they will unite and kick that person's ass if it's the last thing they do."

Blaine frowned.

"But Sam's not gay."

"And ? People write fanfictions about Rachel and Quinn together."

"Ha, that's not just fiction."

"... what ?"

"Don't you know ? Once Puck decided to re-do those space cupcakes for a party, only this time he used the full recipe, and they were like, high, and at some point they started to fight and then they made out for ten minutes before Santana told them to stop. She said she was way too turned on, and that Finn was going to have a nosebleed."

Chris chuckled.

"Yeah okay, but anyways – the fans like to ship people together regardless of their sexual orientation. That's the beauty of the thing. According to the fans, every character in Glee is gay."

"Oh, that's what they mean by 'Everything is gay and nothing hurts' ?"

"Yes. Something like that."

Blaine bit his lip, thoughtful.

"Also there was the video of the kiss – oh and get this, they call it the Kliss, like klaine kiss, it's awesome – and well, it had almost a hundred thousand notes !"

"Oh yes, I've heard some fans talk about that the other day !"

"And there are lots of people who use a screencap from it as their icon. Or do pretty arrangements on it with like photoshop or something. I wish I could print them all out and like put them all over my room. And all the drawings too ! Except those where we're naked because it's a little unsettling."

Chris smiled.

"Yeah well. I wish you hadn't seen it though. And don't worry, I don't think you and Kurt will ever break up... permanently."

"... what's that supposed to mean ?"

"Every relationship has got flaws. If you two didn't ever fight, it wouldn't be believable, don't you think ?"

"We don't fight !"

"Not yet ! Darren says you're in the honeymoon phase."

"That's true."

"Well maybe at some point you will fight for some stupid reason, and take like a break or something, but get back together soon after."

"Yeah... I know people say you never stay with your high school sweetheart but when I look at the other couples, they don't... they don't seem as strong as Kurt and I, you know ?"

"It's been said."

Blaine smiled.

"Anyways, is that chinese food ?"

Darren was pacing the floor of Kurt's room, wondering what he was going to do with himself while waiting for the jump. He should probably look at Kurt's stuff and then tell Chris all about it. Or go back to Blaine's place and spy on his computer or something... on second thought, his computer was probably at Dalton. Where he couldn't go.

"Dammit..."

He walked out of Kurt's room and headed towards the kitchen, only to find himself face to face with Finn.

"Oh, good, you're awake !", the taller teen said

"... it's almost eleven, Finn, shouldn't you be at school ?"

"I wasn't feeling good, so I came back here."

"Oh, do you... want to talk about it ? Is it about Sam ?"

"... yes, and... with everything that's been going on, I... I have some trouble sleeping."

"What do you mean 'everything' ?"

"I broke up with Quinn yesterday. I'm... I'm in love with Rachel, and going back together with Quinn, just because I like her very much, and she's super pretty... it was a bad idea."

"That's an understatement. Sorry, keep going."

Blaine sat down and poured himself a glass of milk.

"I'm pretty sure Rachel is with Jesse. Well I don't know. I don't like him. And he's been a douche to Kurt so that's two reasons to hate him."

"... what about Kurt ?"

"He didn't tell you ? Jesse said that Kurt shouldn't exclusively sing girl-songs, and Kurt was super pissed off. I'm surprised he didn't call you."

Oh. Well he certainly called Blaine, but I wasn't there.

"Yes, I'm surprised too. I don't get it – Rachel wants to be with you right ?"

"I'm not so sure."

"Why don't you ask her out ?"

"What if she says no ?"

"If you don't try you'll never know."

"Look, maybe... maybe when we're in New York, I'll talk to her."

"Yeah, or write her a song or something. Serenade her, it always works."

"It works on Kurt, maybe, but I'm not sure Rachel -"

"Oh please, Finn. Don't tell you haven't noticed how similar they are. Rachel would love it if you sang for her. You should ask Kurt about the song selection though."

"Yeah, that's... that's what I'm gonna do. I think", he paused, "Hey, wanna play Guitar Hero ?"

Darren blinked, startled.

"Sure !"

"I'm totally gonna beat your ass."

"Bring it !"

And so Darren spent the whole afternoon playing videogames with Finn, eating chips and pizza. They switched from Guitar Hero to Call Of Duty once Darren had won for the ninth time in a row and Finn almost broke down crying.

Time flew so fast they both looked up in surprise when Kurt walked in.

"Hey Kurt, what are you doing here so early ?"

"... it's 3:30, guys."

"Already ?", Darren asked, anxious all of a sudden

Kurt nodded gravely.

"Blaine, I think we should get going."

"Yes, I agree."

Finn turned the X-Box off as Darren got up.

"Where are you guys going ?"

"Ehm... for a walk. You know. Forrest. Fresh air, all that stuff."

"Oh ! Can I come with you ?"

Darren looked at Kurt, biting his lower lip.

"I'm sorry Finn, but ehm... it was sort of like a... date ?"

"Oh... yeah, I get it. I'll just... stay here..."

Darren nodded and put his hand on Finn's shoulder.

"All right then", he said, voice rough, "Take care, Finn, okay ?"

Finn narrowed his eyes.

"Dude, what's wrong ? You'll be gone for like three hours, not like I'm about to do anything dangerous. You're scaring me."

Darren forced a smile.

"Nah, what ? I was just being nice ! Ha !"

He turned around and walked away, sensing the awkwardness of the situation increasing by the second. He grabbed his bag and went out to check that Kurt's car was packed with everything they needed.

Kurt joined him outside a few minutes later and they hopped in the front seat. They didn't talk at all during the drive, both silently listening to the Wicked soundtrack album Kurt had chosen.

The road that led to the bridge was deserted. Kurt parked his car on one end.

They put their surf-suits on without piping a word, Kurt helping Darren wrap the piece of mattress around his arm, then tapped the square of cloth they had cut out of the raincoat.

Kurt locked the car, checking twice, before joining Darren.

They walked half-way across the bridge.

Darren leaned against the railing, looking down at the fast passing water.

"Are you still sure you want to jump, Kurt ? You don't have to do it."

"It's, it's... it's high. But I-I wanna do it, okay ?"

"Yes, okay, I understand. What time is it ?"

"4:45..."

"Wake up, sleepyhead !"

Blaine had straddled Chris on the bed and was tickling him.

"Come on ! Chris ! It's 7 already !"

"Mmsleeppancakes"

"... what ?"

"Wantpancakes...Stoptickle !"

"If I make you some pancakes, will you get up ?"

"Yesandcoffee."

Blaine chuckled and walked out of the bedroom, coming back twenty minutes later carrying a tray filled with Chris' requests.

"There. Happy ?"

"Much."

They exchanged a smile and Blaine got back up from the bed, looking through the desk.

"Whatcha' looking for ?"

"Paper and a pen, I'm leaving a note for Darren."

"Note 'bout what ?"

"Haha !"

"What could it possibly be that I don't already know ?"

"A lot, actually. But don't worry. You'll find out soon enough."

Blaine sat down and chewed on the end of the pen, searching for some inspiration. Looking back at Chris, the words seemed to crowd up his mind, and ten minutes later, he was done. He folded the letter and went back to the living room, managing to hide it in Darren's guitar case before Chris joined him.

"Damn. You're fast."

"I know. Sucks for you, Chris. Now you'll have to wait until later today. Or tonight. Maybe tomorrow, even."

Chris narrowed his eyes and put his plate and mug in the dishwasher.

"I'm gonna go take a shower", Blaine said

"What for ? We're taking a bath in... an hour and a half."

"Not funny."

"Oh come on, it was a little funny."

"Not really."

"Tsss, buzz-kill."

"It's been said."

He winked and grabbed the first clothes he found in Darren's wardrobe and headed to the bathroom for the fastest shower he's ever taken.

Blaine's heartbeat had been accelerating regularly ever since he'd woken up, and by the time he was packing the lifejackets and the bubble-wrap in Chris' car, his hands were trembling. They barely spoke on the way to the bridge, Chris probably sensing Blaine's anxiety.

They changed clothes as silently as their alter-egos, Blaine fighting with the bubble-wrap for five long minutes until he finally accepted Chris' help.

"Are you sure it'll do ?"

"Yes, I'm sure. And this will keep the water out."

Chris wrapped the piece of tent canvas they had cut out around the bubble-wrap and tapped it securely.

"MacGiver would be proud", Blaine joked

"I wonder what Kurt and Darren used."

"I'm sure they didn't find anything that awesome."

"Don't underestimate Darren. He might've used like, stuff from an old diving suit and... I don't know, mashed potatoes to lessen the shock."

Blaine chuckled.

"He must find me boring", he suddenly said

"What ?"

"To play, I mean. I'm not as... crazily awesome as he is."

"Oh, Blaine, come on. You're all kinds of awesome. You're just different. He loves you, I promise."

Blaine blushed, smiling.

"I'm seriously going to miss you."

"I'm gonna miss you too Blaine."

"Yeah, but you'll get a chance to see me again."

"What do you mean ?"

"When you're acting, I know that technically it's not me, but still. I won't ever see you again."

"Hey, never say never, maybe I'll get into a, a plane crash at the same time Kurt does and I'll find myself in your world."

"Yeah, who knows. But seriously I hope it doesn't happen, the chances of surviving a plane crash are really low."

"I know. I was joking, Blaine."

"I... I know that, it's just... yeah, sorry."

"It's fine... okay, let's do this. What time is it ?"

"... 8:45."

"Let's go."

They walked across the bridge slowly, none daring to look down just yet. They reached the middle and approached the sidewall. Blaine gripped the railing.

"Chris, I'm scared. I'm not sure I can do it."

"Sure you can. Don't... don't think about what you're about to do, just... think that you're gonna see Kurt soon, okay ? And be back to your world ?"

"Yes, yes, okay."

Chris took his hand.

"What do you say we jump together ?"

"At-at the same time ? You're sure ?"

"Absolutely. The first time I jumped from a bridge Darren held my hand because I was frightened."

Blaine nodded, swallowing with some difficulty.

"What time is it now?"

"8:54."

Blaine took a deep breath.

"Okay. Ehm, by the way thank you – for everything."

"You're welcome."

Blaine nodded nervously again, before turning to Chris, wrapping his arms around his waist, burying his face in his shoulder. Chris choked at the sudden movement before hugging him back.

"It's okay, Blaine, it's okay."

"What time is it ?"

"4:55."

Darren nodded as Kurt took a deep breath.

"Tell me everything's okay. I'm starting to flip out."

"Everything's okay."

"Now I feel like you only said it because I asked you to."

"It's not true. I promise you it's all good."

"Are you sure ?"

"Yes."

"8:58."

They threw their legs on the other side of the railing to sit on it, feet hanging above the water.

"It's... it's super high."

"I know. It's fine, Blaine."

"No it's not."

"Yes, it is."

Chris squeezed the other boy's hand and looked at his small plastic watch.

"8:59, it's time."

Blaine tightened his grip on Chris' hand as he put his facemask on.

"3...2...1... go !"

Blaine let go of the railing with a deafening scream.

"4:58."

"Okay, listen Kurt, you gotta try to enter the water feet first. That way it's easier to keep your balance. If Blaine is unconscious when he emerges, and he has swallowed water or something, you have to -"

"I know what to do, a lifeguard came to teach us about it at school."

"Good", Darren nodded, "I was gonna say 'see you on the other side' but that's totally inappropriate. Take care, Kurt. And don't forget, it gets better."

He put on his goggles and gave him a peck on the cheek before jumping, the adrenaline pumping through his veins faster than the speed at which he was falling. The water was getting closer and closer and he let out a loud "Geronimooooo !" just as the time seemed to stop. It was like everything was suddenly in slow motion.

His feet hit the water with a loud splash and all the air was kicked out of his lungs.

Suddenly everything was black. He understood what JK Rowling had meant when describing the feeling of tightness caused by an apparition.

He noticed after a short time that the darkness was due to his closed eyes and opened them, noticing how deep under he actually was. He pulled at the little rope on his lifejacket and moved his arms and legs, trying to swim to the surface. Letting in a lungful of air, he looked around him in the water, looking for Kur-no, for Chris. He smiled.

The other boy emerged from the water around two seconds after him.

"Kurt ?", Darren asked, not daring to hope too highly

Blaine looked at Chris one last time before the water engulfed him completely, kicking the air out of him. He barely had the time to wonder how deep the river was when his head started to hurt him and everything went black.

He felt two strong arms drag him to the surface and opened his eyes, blinking in the bright sun.

"Chris ?", he asked, hesitating, before looking up at the bridge, "Oh dammit !"

"N-no, Blaine, it's still me, I think it didn't work -"

"Chris ?"

"What ? Wait... Darren ? Is-is this you ? But I didn't – oh fuck."

"I don't think it worked, Chris -"

"... B-Blaine ? I'm, I'm Kurt !"

He swam closer to Blaine, smiling widely until he saw the look on his boyfriend's face.

"No ! No, that's impossible !", Blaine said

"Blaine ?", Kurt asked, voice broken, "What's wrong ?"

"Kurt, we're... we're in Los Angeles !"