Blaine couldn't believe he hadn't remembered such a simple, but vital step in beginning his relationship with Kurt. He actually remembered Kurt mentioning how special that moment had been. He wiped the tears from his face and turned to his friends with a grin.

"Sorry, odd dreams," he told them.

They nodded but looked at him dubiously.

"Can I use someone's phone to make a call?" he asked, looking between his friends.

Wes immediately handed his phone over. He was a generous man by nature.

"Is there any chance I can get some privacy?"

David scoffed at him, then grinned. Wes just dragged him out, holding him by the arm and closing the door behind them.

Blaine dialed the number he'd made himself memorize. He asked for Moira's room and was transferred quickly.

"Hello Blaine," Moira said in her soothing voice.

"How did you know it was me?" Blaine asked, smiling at her display of power.

"You are the only one who calls me," she deadpanned.

So much for displays of power, Blaine thought with a smirk, shaking his head.

"I just wanted to make sure you still remembered me," he said.

"I do indeed. Have you made any progress on the mysterious step you missed in building the relationship with your husband?" She asked.

"I did. I actually remember it. I also remember him mentioning it specifically a couple times over the years, so it makes sense why nothing works out if I miss it," he replied.

"Well? Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to guess? I may be psychic but I'm not omniscient," she told him irritably.

"I'm sorry. I am just so excited now that I know," he said and proceeded to share it with her.

"That does make sense," she said. "An important part of building the foundation between you two. Good job, Blaine Anderson. I bet this is the first time you are excited to go back to school," she said with a chuckle.

"You better believe it. I'll probably pace a hole in the floor waiting. Do you or Ahmet want anything? I haven't been released yet, but I will be in," he looked at the clock. "An hour and thirty four minutes."

"You poor thing," Moira said, her voice full of emotion. "You are being so strong and yet I think you must be so lonely."

Blaine coughed to avoid the tears that were suddenly surfacing. "I am definitely missing Kurt. But, honestly, since I met you and Ahmet, I haven't felt very alone at all. I mean obviously you guys aren't looping, but you know what's going on with me. You're there each time. And, uh, I just want to say thank you. To you both," he wiped at the lone tear that fell.

"Ah, sweet Blaine. We are lucky to have you, too. You have brought a newness to our lives and I don't mean just the chocolate and tacos. I have dealt with the psychic world and the supernatural for years. But never have I experienced something like this. Someone like you. You've opened our eyes to this whole new side to the universe. And we are traveling with you in a way! Ahmet and I are excited to face each day now, ready to be of assistance. It's made us happy, though we also wish you weren't going through this," she said, her voice sounding thick with tears.

"Moira, why are you and Ahmet in the hospital anyway? You guys aren't crazy," Blaine said, curiosity bugging him.

Moira chuckled in that light airy way of hers that instantly made you want to laugh with her. "Dear Blaine. We are definitely not crazy, though if you don't believe in or aren't open to what we do than we might appear off our rockers. This is a vacation," she announced simply. "We needed to get away from people who were sucking our energy from us. Literally. When we thought about where we could go - knowing there were people who had the ability to find us through runes - we thought of this place. Warm beds, people who can handle who we are without demanding things from us. Once we have regained our strength, the hospital will see fit to let us go," she said, a smile in her voice.

"I'm so sorry you had to go to this length," Blaine said, horrified that people had to escape to a mental hospital just to get peace.

"It's really not so bad. Ahmet likes the TV. He's hooked on those rich wives shows. Just don't tell him I told you," she laughed.

Visualizing the man who had to be six four or five hunkered down in front of the rich wives who loved to complain and shop was too much. Blaine busted out laughing, hurting his bruised chest.

"That is too much," he breathed. "Thanks, I needed that."

"I wouldn't laugh too hard, there, Blaine. I happen to know that you enjoy the show about bachelors and bachelorettes. And Tabatha's show. I won't fault you for that one. I know her, did you know that?" Moira mentioned.

"You're kidding," Blaine said, suddenly hopping up and down, waving his hands around and very glad Wes and David weren't around to see him fangirling.

"I would NOT kid about meeting Tabatha. My god she is a bitch. I love that about her! She gave me hell because I refused to cut my hair. It was wonderful. As soon as she realized I wasn't insulted or scared of her, she started laughing - she has a wonderful laugh - and before long we were talking like the best of friends. I read the cards for her and pulled up the Ace of Wands. A great card to have," Moira gushed.

"What does it mean?" Blaine asked, knowing nothing about tarot cards.

"Well, first off, the ace card in a deck is considered the trump card. Pulling the ace in a reading signifies success in all aspects. The success is backed by luck. This combination of success backed by hard work and luck is what forms the basis of the Ace card in the Tarot deck. The element of the wands suit is fire. It is embodied by things like passion, new ventures, success, and good luck. Therefore people who are dealt wands are enthusiastic, inspirational, and spiritually minded. I encouraged Tabatha to work hard for what she wanted and that work would bring about the success and good luck. A year later, she was on that hair cutting game show and not long after that, she got her own show. She travels now and promotes products, and helps people become unique stylists," Moira said, obviously star struck and as proud as a mama. "She still calls me from time to time and I'll do a quick reading for her. Then she asks to cut my hair, I tell her no, she bitches at me, and we give our love and hang up. She's such a spunky little thing."

Blaine, who loved that show just as Moira had said he did, just shook his head. "I don't know if it will ever happen, but when I get Kurt back, is there any chance you could introduce us?"

Moira chuckled. "I will do my damnedest. That would be fun," she said. "Now you get ready to be discharged. And try to remember, this is all new to you. I know you've been resistant to all the repetition. But you need to remember that if this one time is the time you can get out of the loop, you can't screw things up by fighting with your parents or talking back. Would you have done that when you were that age? You don't want to mess up your chance for success by doing something stupid. Keep in mind that if you anger your parents too much, they might ship you off to military school. I've seen that in your father. How would that work with you trying to work things out with Kurt?"

"Okay, geez, just stop," Blaine said irritably.

"Don't get all pissy at me just because you know I'm right. I'll have Ahmet toss you over his knee and spank you till that little round behind is red as an apple," Moira warned him.

Blaine did his best not to picture the big man and his large hands. He refused to acknowledge that he felt a small twitch in his pants. He didn't give a single thought to the fact that he and Kurt had discovered that he had a spanking kink. Neither did he consider the times when Kurt himself had pulled Blaine over his lap and smacked his naked ass as ‘punishment'.

"I, uh, better go. I hear my parents coming in. Gotta be ready to be the good son, like you said. I'll be reunited with my phone in a few hours. Give me a call if you think of anything you need or want," Blaine said quickly.

"Uh huh. And I won't tell Ahmet or Kurt that you thought about it - even if it was only for a minute," she said with a little giggle.

"Goodbye Moira," Blaine bit out.

"Bye bye, Blaine Anderson.

. . . . . .

Monday morning found Blaine ironing his pants, again. He made sure his hair was styled perfectly, having found a way to use less gel but keep the same put-together look. Wishing he could wear anything but the stupid Dalton uniform, he sighed at his reflection, grabbed his bag and went downstairs to say goodbye to his parents.

Blaine had remembered Moira's warnings and had been the picture of the perfect son over the weekend. He had rested and taken care of himself, speaking to Wes, David, Thad, and Moira over the phone. His mom had appreciated the good behavior. His dad couldn't care less and wouldn't care until Blaine denounced homosexuality. Since that would never happen, he would just enjoy his mom's attention until she got re-distracted by her life. Blaine gave her a week tops. He really didn't mind. Life at home had always been like that and though he'd hoped for a close relationship with his folks, he became accustomed to life alone. How ironic that all was now. It wasn't until Burt came into his life that he found the male role model he was unconsciously looking for. After he and Kurt became engaged his freshman year of college, Burt had told him to call him Dad, since he would be his father-in-law eventually. The first time Blaine had called him Dad, he'd coughed and bit the inside of his cheek, but still couldn't hold back the tears that escaped his eyes.

"I've, uh, never felt accepted by my parents. My mom tolerated me as long as I stayed out of her way. My father never liked me once I came out of the closet. You were, were the first man I could really look up to. You accepted me so quickly when I came into Kurt's life. I can't tell you what this means to me. Thank you," he croaked, then whispered. "Dad."

Burt's eyes had glowed with unshed tears. He'd grabbed Blaine by the back of his head and pulled him in for a tight hug. He heard the older man sniff and was pleased that it seemed to mean the same to him as it did for Blaine.

That memory was always one of his favorites. One of his top ten in his entire life. Mr. Schue had been great and nice and all, but Burt Hummel had accepted him, loved him, treated him fairly, didn't take any of his guff, and always made sure Blaine was treating Kurt right. Burt treated him like a son. Blaine realized he missed him. Kurt had been his primary focus, but he started going through names and faces in his true life that he missed. Friends, co-stars, directors, stage hands. He had a damn good life. Once he got past the missed step, it would be time to start working on his mistakes and hopefully give Kurt a better foundation in his own life.

The classes seemed to poke by, minute by minute. He'd been through the classes so many times that he was able to answer any question thrown at him.

He kept silent during the Iliad lecture, however. There was no way he was going to risk being late.

Finally the bell rang announcing class was over and Blaine jetted from his seat and into the hallway. He watched for Kurt, his stomach leaping when he saw the brunette slowly making his way down the steps amid the crowd of students surging around him. Like before, Blaine went down the stairs, slowing when he got closer to Kurt, making sure his sleeve brushed against his leather jacket.

He was on the last step when he heard the beautiful voice that reminded him of beautiful bell chimes.

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

Blaine turned and looked at him trying not to show how ecstatic he was, knowing he was finally going to get it right. 

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

"My name's Blaine," Blaine said, smiling and offering his hand.

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

Kurt's hand was felt warm and right in his, though Kurt took his hand back too soon.

 "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. This was good practice for reciting lines in his latest play. He had these lines perfectly memorized. Oh, god, he thought out of the blue. How would he remember all of the lines of his latest play?

"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."

This was the moment. His dumb ass had forgotten twice before and the third time was going to be the charm.

"Come on, I know a short cut," Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand in his and leading him through the abandoned corridor. He alternately ran and watched Kurt look around him in awe. Already, he felt right inside, much more so than he'd felt since this crazy journey had started. Why hadn't he remembered that they'd held hands for the first time on the day they met? He'd been attracted to Kurt instantly, though he'd kept it under lock and key inside.

Blaine steeled himself for the moment when he would have to let go of Kurt's hand. They reached the back entrance of the commons and Blaine let go of his hand and opened the double doors, ushering Kurt inside.

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. What he really wanted to do was dip Kurt back and kiss him until he was breathless. "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 put his all into the performance, unlike last time. He danced with enthusiasm, sang loud and strong, all the while flirting with Kurt with his eyes and motions.

After the song was over, he handed the picture to Kurt, his number on the back. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Kurt," Blaine said, knowing his heart was in his eyes.

Kurt blushed prettily. "It was nice meeting you too, Blaine. Hopefully I'll talk to you again," he said, his blue-green eyes half shy and half excitedly expectant.

"You can be sure of it," Blaine said with a wink.

He walked Kurt out to his car, wishing he could take his hand again or hug him. Making sure he was careful with all of his movements, though, he would take no risk ruining things now that he was getting it right.

"Take care, Kurt. I'll see you soon," Blaine promised.

"Bye, Blaine," Kurt grinned. "It was nice meeting you."

"You, too. Drive safe," Blaine said.

"Okay. Bye," Kurt said one last time as he put his window up and began driving out of the parking lot. As soon as Kurt got to the street, his phone started ringing. Moira.

"Good job, Blaine Anderson! You did it!" she exclaimed happily.

"Thank you. It felt right, like I knew I was doing the right thing, you know?" He said, enthused by all that had happened.

"I think that is your spirit self knowing you are on the right track for your life," she replied.

"Any idea what to expect now?" he asked, eager to keep moving along.

"I knew you were going to ask that. I pulled a couple interesting cards for you. There was the typical - for you, anyway - heartache, loss, missing half of yourself. But I also pulled the Six of Wands. It depicts a man wearing a victory wreath around his head, riding a white horse through a crowd of cheering people. The white horse represents strength, purity, and the success of an adventure, and the crowd of people demonstrates public recognition for the man's achievements. The wand held by the rider also has a wreath tied to it, further emphasizing success and achievement. He is not afraid to show off to others what he has accomplished in his life so far, and even better, the people around him cheer him along. Now, we don't exactly have a crowd cheering you on, but you do have Kurt, Ahmet, and I to keep you going and share in your success. That and on a minor note, you were recognized in your performance today. The last card I pulled was the Circle of Life. Be patient as I read the long description and you'll see how much it is accurate for your life. Okay?" she asked, sounding excited.

"Okay, I'm ready," he said, plopping down on the cement stairs to the school.

"The Wheel of Fortune refers to the fact that things tend to go in cycles. There are good times and there are bad times. Even if your external environment is difficult and challenging, there will come a time when this will ease off and you will be able to focus more on creating fun and frivolity. The lesson of the Wheel of Fortune is that you must accept that there are always ups and downs in life. If you were to have only good times, you would become less appreciative of what you have. Sometimes the bad times provide the contrast and perspective you need to be able to recognize how blessed you are when the good times come. So, when times are good, enjoy the benefits but do not become complacent because things can change. When times are bad, do not be discouraged because even when things seem their worst it simply suggests that things can only get better. See, Blaine, this should encourage you. Enjoy the good times, but don't get lazy!

"Moving on, the Wheel of Fortune suggests that there are external factors that are influencing your situation that may be unknown to you or outside of your control. How could that fit any more perfectly for you! It is as though the Universe is just dishing up whatever it pleases at this time, and it can feel quite unpredictable and unnerving as a result, especially if you like being in control most of the time, which we all know you do. When you have been pushed in a new direction, know that every path leads somewhere, even if you do not know where it is. Such events are simply out of your control, and if you can accept that then the ride gets a lot easier. If you struggle against the Wheel it will crush you. So just go with the flow! This archetype allows your life to turn in more positive directions if you are willing to grow and expand. This is also a ‘lucky' time in life when you are sensing the action of fate and destiny working in your favor. You may even be witnessing miracles or a very fortunate series of events.

"The Wheel of Fortune is about keeping optimistic and having faith in the Universe that it will take care of the situation in the best way possible. You need to remain optimistic yourself, thinking positively and keeping as upbeat as possible. Through meditation and visualization, the Wheel of Fortune can assist and reinforce your intention to bring increased abundance, good fortune and prosperity into your life.

The Wheel of Fortune speaks of a pivotal point in your life, where new options become possible. The appearance of the Wheel of Fortune shows that change is not only likely to happen, it is certain to happen, and soon. Generally the change shown in the Wheel of Fortune is a dramatic change from the established order. These changes are distinctly personal and may require making a first step on a new and unfamiliar path. You may also need to alter your present course, move things in a different direction or turn things around to ensure that you are creating the right outcomes in your life," Moira stopped for a moment and took a deep breath and it sounded like she took a drink of something. "Now, I know that was a lot of information to throw at you, Blaine, but you needed to hear it. It has its good points, its warning, but also letting you know things are going to keep changing. And you will be the one who has to do the changing. This is when you look at the mistakes you have made and start to fix them. I don't know if or when you'll loop again, or if you will. But you need to realize that until the universe has decided you have made up for anything and everything you've done wrong in regards to Kurt, you are stuck here. That could mean years."

Blaine was quiet. "Years?" he finally whispered.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I don't want to lie to you. But know that the universe is on your side, okay? And so are we," she said comfortingly.

"Okay, thanks," Blaine said quietly.

"Don't forget you are creating the right outcomes in your life. Keep Kurt in your mind and you'll succeed. I promise. And I never promise," Moira said firmly.

"Alright. I'll stay positive," he said. After I fall apart for a while, he thought to himself.

They soon hung up and Blaine stared off into the distance for a long time. He took a deep breath and made his way to his car. There was no way he would be able to keep concentrating long enough to do school work. Not that he cared about school anymore. Moira's voice rang in his head. "You are creating the right outcomes in your life."

Sighing, he turned around and went to his next class. He may have attended his classes, but all he did was sit there, think about what Moira said, and doodle on a piece of paper where he'd written; "Blaine's List of Problems to Make Right".