Blaine got out of the hospital - again. He was getting so sick of the repetition, especially because he had to pretend it was all new. But his mother making tuna casserole for the fourth time was just too much for him. He told his parents he was in pain and made his way to his room. He slept soundly that night, knowing he had a plan.

He woke up energized. It was time to put the plan in motion. It was Saturday and he knew his mother would insist on him being in bed all day. He waited for her to finish her spiel, fighting the urge to mouth the words along with her. That might freak her out too much. And as eager as he was to get to the psych ward, he wasn't eager to be committed. He packed up his backpack, so he'd be ready to go at a moment's notice.

As soon as she was busy, he snuck past her and out of the house. If his parents knew how many times he'd snuck out and talked back to them, they might just send him to military school. He chuckled as he drove to the hospital. That was one perk to this whole damn situation. Trying to keep a light heart, he sang along with the oldies playing on the radio. Of course, it was modern music by everyone else's standard. This one reminded him of Kurt and he allowed his heart to ache just for a little while. Missing Kurt was a daily thing now - though saying it was daily was all relative at this point. It didn't matter how you put it; he missed Kurt with everything in him. He hadn't been away from him this long since Kurt's first year of college. It had been a hellish year of missing each other, but they'd visited often and made the most of every time they got to see each other. One visit, they got matching tattoos. Kurt got a tiny B on his hip, the place where Blaine loved to nibble. Blaine, illegally, got a K on the back of his hip, more above his ass cheek. That was close enough to the place Kurt loved to nibble. Blaine had shied away from actually getting the tattoo on his ass. It just seemed too Jersey Shore.

Blaine had actually stared at his tattoo this morning, rubbing his thumb over it, missing Kurt so much he broke down for a few minutes. But he had to stay strong. Moira the odd and Ahmet the extra odd might be able to shed some light on what the hell was keeping him here. He went into the hospital and went straight to the seventh floor. Going to the nurse's station, he smiled charmingly and gave a story about wanting to see his godmother. The nurse said she'd have to see if Moira was up to company. He had to give his name. Now he just hoped Moira was psychic enough to know they were meant to meet again.

Apparently she was because the nurse came back and said Moira would see him and did he know the way. Blaine nodded, grateful that he'd paid attention when Neil had taken him around the floor. He went to her room and knocked on the door. Ahmet opened the door and just nodded at him before opening the door further so he could enter.

Moira was sitting on her bed again, her hair spread around her like a shawl. Her shrewd gray/lilac eyes were staring at him intensely. Blaine hoped she was listening to ... well, whoever or whatever gave her the information she got.

"How can I help you?" she asked him.

"Miss Moira, I had to see you. See, I'm in kind of a strange situation where my days are getting kind of repetitive. I'm actually from the year 2025. I was on my honeymoon in Paris and I went to sleep and woke up here and I was sixteen again," Blaine said, taking a deep breath to continue.

"Oh, stop," Moira said, waving her hand at him.

"Please," Blaine began, but she waved at him again. He'd lost his chance. She wouldn't listen to him anymore.

"Of course I remember you, Blaine Anderson. You were just here the other day and we were hypnotizing you to figure out why you keep starting this time frame over. Then poof! You were gone. It was amazing! And quite disappointing all at the same time. The interesting thing, Blaine Anderson, is Ahmet and I knew what had happened and retained our memories of you. Now Neil, who you'll remember was sitting in the corner watching everything, doesn't remember anything. He had no idea why he was even in my room. I had to make up some bullshit lie that he was sleepwalking. Poor guy went to the meds counter and demanded extras, thinking he was losing it. I had a bet going with Ahmet that you would be back. He didn't think you'd risk it. He now owes me fifty bucks," Moira said, grinning at Ahmet who just rolled his eyes and got a chair for Blaine.

"You can't know how glad I am that you remember everything. I've been alone for so long in this, whatever this is. Now, knowing someone out there remembers me, is an amazing feeling," Blaine said, putting his face in his hands, trying to breathe through the urge to cry.

"It must feel awfully lonely," Moira said softly.

"Very much so," Blaine said from behind his hands, his voice breaking. "And I miss my husband. I miss him so much, it feels like my heart is aching so bad that it'll just stop beating."

His hand was pulled from his face. Moira was sitting right in front of him and Ahmet was kneeling beside them both. They took his hands until they were a circle.

"You aren't alone anymore, Blaine Anderson," Moira said with a gentle smile. "We'll figure out how to get you home. When you do, you better look me up."

Blaine grinned tearfully. "You can be sure I will."

They talked a bit more until Blaine was more calm. He knew he'd need to concentrate and clear his mind, so he focused on pushing down his emotions until Moira decided he was ready. He helped Ahmet clear the chair out of the way and unfold the blanket they would sit on. Grinning, he went to his backpack and pulled out several candles that he'd found around his house that morning. Then he pulled out a lighter, displaying it all to Moira proudly.

Moira squealed in glee. "Do you know how much easier it is to center yourself when there is candlelight? Oh, Blaine Anderson, you are now my favorite person next to Ahmet," she said, coming to him and kissing him on the cheek.

He glowed from the praise and followed her instructions on where to place the candles. Ahmet pointed to the lighter and then himself, asking silently if he could light the candles. Blaine willingly handed it over. Ahmet grinned through the process. At one point, he thought nobody was looking and blew out one of the candles just so he could relight it. Moira and Blaine smiled at each other and sat down in their respective corners.

Moira was right, of course, and within minutes she and Ahmet, powering her from behind again, got him into a light trance.

"Where are you from?" she asked.

"New York," he answered, his voice coming from across the room.

"How did you get here?"

"I had to come."

"Why?"

"I have to correct mistakes," Blaine's voice answered.

"What mistakes?" Moira asked, her voice even.

"I have to figure that out on my own."

"Before you'd said that you had missed a step, is this in connection with the mistakes?"

"No. The step was missed before the mistakes were allowed to take place," he answered.

"What was the step?"

"I have to go back to the beginning and figure out what I missed. Then when I fix the mistakes, I can return home," he said.

"Blaine, is Kurt okay wherever he is?"

"Kurt is fine. He is unaware of these happenings."

"How long will you loop?" she asked.

"As long as it takes," his voice said, the volume dying until he finished in almost a whisper.

"Blaine?" Moira asked.

"It's just me again," Blaine said, leaving the light trance. "That wasn't very helpful, was it?"

"I disagree," Moira said. "I think you have enough to work with right now. You need to go back to the beginning, which I believe is Monday, correct?" Blaine nodded. "So, go through the motions, try to remember what you originally did that started the relationship with you and Kurt."

"That's true. Okay, I can do that," Blaine said. "Thank you for asking about Kurt," he said sincerely.

"You're welcome, sweetie. I figured it was something you've been needing to know," she answered, rising and going back to sit on the bed.

Ahmet and Blaine blew out the candles and folded the blanket up.

"Do you have somewhere you can store the candles safely, or should I take them home?" Blaine asked.

"Oh, trust me, we know how to hide things around here," Moira assured him with a grin.

"Is there anything I can bring you next time I come to visit?" Blaine offered.

"Chocolate," Ahmet said. Blaine was pretty sure it was the first time he'd heard the guy talk.

"Done," he said, nodding to the large man. "Moira?"

"A gossip magazine, your choice. And maybe a taco with all the fixings?" Moira asked, her eyes bright.

"Not a problem," Blaine assured her.

"Oh, and some incense. I know we can't burn it for long, but it's been so long. And honestly, the spirit world definitely responds better to incense," Moira said, nodding. "Just get the kind you see everywhere like at gas stations. It's called Nag Champa. Wonderful stuff. You might want to burn some in your room, it'll help focus your dreams. Might help."

Blaine jotted down what she'd said, more than willing to burn some smelly sticks if it helped him figure this stuff out. He gave Moira a hug and shook hands with Ahmet and promised to return soon. He told Moira he'd said she was his godmother and she laughed. "Maybe your fairy godmother," she said as he was about to leave.

"Good enough for me," he said smiling.

. . . . . .

Monday morning found Blaine up early, ironing his uniform. Kurt had taught him to iron years ago and he'd promised to always iron his slacks and shirts. He was smiling and humming through the chore. He had taken the contraband to Moira and Ahmet who had jumped on his offerings with joyous shouts, though their mouths were soon full of food. He had burned a stick of the incense in his room and though his folks had given him a hard time about it, they didn't tell him not to do it anymore. He found he enjoyed the heady, musky smell of the slow burning sticks.

He arrived at school and got through his first two classes. The teacher wanted to discuss the Iliad with him again, but he excused himself quickly and raced down the winding staircase, seeing Kurt's head and plaid shorts making his way down. He made sure his sleeve brushed Kurt's and in a moment he heard Kurt's gentle voice.

"Excuse me, um hi, can I ask you a question?"

Blaine turned and looked at him, drinking in everything about him. He kept his face open and friendly.

"I'm, I'm new here," he continued.

"My name's Blaine," Blaine said, smiling and offering his hand. He remembered this very clearly. Kurt's beautiful face had etched itself on Blaine's heart whether he knew it at the time or not.

"Kurt," the boy said, surprised, shaking his hand.

Kurt's hand was incredibly soft, but taken away quickly. Too quickly in Blaine's opinion. He could hold that hand for eternity and be happy about it.

 "What exactly is going on?" Kurt asked, looking around him at the rushing bodies, clutching his bag tighter.

"The Warblers," Blaine told him, hoping his voice showed enough excitement. "Every now and then they throw an impromptu performance in the senior commons. It tends to shut the school down for a while," Blaine said with a wink.

"So, wait," Kurt said, his face confused. "The glee club here is kind of cool?" he asked, his eyes full of disbelief.

Blaine grinned. "The Warbler's are like rock stars."

Kurt's eyebrows went up in shock. Blaine loved his shock face, it was so cute he wanted to kiss those rounded lips. He had a feeling it would freak out this younger Kurt.

"Come on, I know a short cut," Blaine said, leading Kurt down an unused corridor. Blaine couldn't keep his eyes from glancing at Kurt as they ran. He drank him in like a starving man, wishing he could pull him into an empty room and fill him up until he screamed that beautiful scream he gave when he came.

Blaine shook his head and got to the back entrance of the commons and opened the double doors.

Kurt stood there for a moment, taking in all of the Dalton students rushing around, clearing furniture out of the way.

"Ooh, I stick out like a sore thumb," Kurt said hesitantly.

"Next time don't forget your jacket, new kid," Blaine teased, unable to help himself as he straightened Kurt's lapel over his messenger bag and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "You'll fit right in. Now, if you'll excuse me," he said with a smile. He dropped his own bag off at a table and went to join the Warbler's assembling across the room, already beginning to sing the opening notes of the song. Blaine wished he could skip this whole part, but he knew he was able to flirt with Kurt during the number so he didn't mind.

Blaine began singing, walking around with his group, getting into the song. He made sure to point at Kurt during certain parts, wink, and make eye contact during the ‘skin tight jeans' lines. Kurt blushed so prettily and Blaine had to fight to keep himself under control. He couldn't get a hard-on during a school performance, impromptu or not.

At the end of the performance he gave Kurt his number on the back of a school picture. He couldn't remember what he'd done before, but this was as good as anything. When he finally saw that Kurt had his picture, he'd been confused as to where Kurt had gotten it. Kurt said he'd given it to him. Blaine had just gone along with it. Now he knew where Kurt got the picture.

Kurt wrote his number on Blaine's hand and they promised to meet up soon.

Later that week, they were sitting down having coffee. Kurt had already met with Wes, David, and Blaine. Now they were just having a casual cup of coffee at the Lima Bean. Blaine was feeling hopeful. He'd been in this loop for seven whole days, and nothing had happened yet. Had he figured it out without realizing it? He hoped so.

"You look nice today," Blaine told Kurt abruptly.

Kurt colored immediately and mumbled a quick thank you.

Blaine's phone buzzed. He didn't intend to answer it until he saw it was from the hospital, most likely Moira. Excusing himself, he walked outside and answered the call.

"Hi Moira," Blaine said.

"Blaine, you still missed it. Whatever you're supposed to do in the beginning, you didn't do it. You're going to loop again," she said hastily.

"How do you know?" Blaine asked, his stomach twisting.

"I dug out my old tarot cards and between those and the runes, I was able to place where you're going and it's not forward. You're heading back to the Start space, honey. I'm sorry. Give it some thought and enjoy the minutes or hours you have left before you loop again. Call me if you need to," she said and hung up.

Blaine thought, wondering what the hell he'd missed. According to his memory, he'd done everything right. But he trusted Moira. And he now knew he was on borrowed time. He got an idea and with a grim smile, he walked back in to talk to Kurt.

Minutes later, they were in the car, talking about fashion. They drove for a while until they got to a historic marker where you could pull up and look over the side of a small cliff. Mostly people here came to make out, though. He thought Kurt might know that, judging by the amount of red in his face.

"Kurt, I have to tell you something," Blaine began.

"Yes?" Kurt asked, breathless.

"I am so attracted to you. I think I'm falling in love with you," Blaine said, his voice strong and sure. "I know it's soon, I just needed you to know."

"Really?" Kurt's face was pink.

"Really," Blaine assured him, smiling at him with all the love in his heart.

"I thought it was just me," Kurt whispered, looking down.

Blaine moved the arm rest out of the way and scooted closer.

"It's not just you," Blaine murmured, putting his finger under Kurt's chin to lift it up. Kurt's eyes were very wide, but with wonder, not fear or trepidation. Blaine closed his eyes and lightly brushed his lips over Kurt's.

Kurt moaned softly and returned the kiss, putting his hands on Blaine's face. Blaine was going to move back, not wanting to hurry the other boy. Instead, Kurt kept his head prisoner and slanted their lips together, purring in the back of his throat as he licked the seam of Blaine's mouth.

Blaine almost felt like he was taking advantage of a kid, but Kurt seemed well able to give and take whatever he wanted.

Blaine groaned loudly as he opened his mouth and Kurt slipped his tongue inside. He'd always loved the taste of Kurt, somehow sweet and yet, all Kurt. Blaine massaged Kurt's tongue with his own, enjoying the way Kurt responded by moving his hands from Blaine's face and into his hair, holding tightly.

One moment, he was kissing Kurt across the expanse of the seats and the next he knew, Kurt had crawled over and had straddled his hips. The feel of the younger man's hard-on against his crotch made him throw his head back and cry out.

"This okay?" Kurt breathed, licking down the side of Blaine's neck.

"Ohdeargodyes," Blaine muttered, reaching around and cupping Kurt's ass. He tilted his hips just slightly and they both felt the wonderful drag of friction on their cocks.

Kurt understood what to do and began undulating his hips, first back and forth then circles, both of them beginning to lose control.

"Come for me, Kurt," he encouraged, tilting his hips up so his cock rubbed against Kurt's, rubbing his ass at the same time.

"Yes, yes," Kurt began chanting. He worked his hips against Blaine until Blaine was whimpering in need.

Blaine tilted his hips up to match Kurt's actions until Kurt suddenly froze, his head thrown back, a guttural moan escaping him as he came.

Watching Kurt fall apart pushed Blaine over the edge and his growl slash groan was loud in the small space of the car.

Blaine got a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach and he knew it was time.

He leaned forward and kissed Kurt deeply. "I love you, so much," he whispered.

Kurt's eyes were wide and happy. "Blaine, I," he began.

"... and they'll continue singing it forever..," a voice sang quietly.

"If you don't shut your trap right now, I swear I'm going to wrap Blaine's IV around your throat and strangle you," an irritated voice interrupted.

Blaine lay there for a moment, tears streaking down his face. He'd probably never experience that moment in the car again and he treasured every second, every minute of the time they'd had together.  Every touch of their lips, every thrust of their bodies, every...

Blaine sat up, his face tear-streaked.

Wes and David looked at him startled. "Blaine are you okay?"

"I know what it is! I know what I keep forgetting!" Blaine cried, joy filling him. He knew now what he'd missed and he wouldn't let that happen again.