"Just you and me now, Sexy," Kurt called as he swung the TARDIS doors shut behind himself and hurried up the ramp. "Oh, where to go first. Its been a while since weve visited the Ood. Or theres New Earth. Or Raascox Three has that planet wide roller coaster Ive been meaning to have a two week ride on."

He hopped and twirled around the controls, flicking one, twisting another, and finally pausing to settle on a date and location. The roller coaster would be a fun adventure for him. Just him now. Only him. No Rachel or Mercedes or Santana and Dani. Only the Doctor left in the TARDIS. Just one Time Lord running on forever.

"Raascox Three, here I–"

The entire ship shuddered and jerked. Kurt toppled to the glass plating as they took off, but he had the sudden feeling it wasnt for where hed wanted to go. It never was.

"No! No no no no! I wanted the fifty-first century and roller coasters," he shouted as he grabbed the console and climbed to his feet. 2001, London. Why did he always have to end up in London? "No, thats not where were going, dear. I–"

"Help! Make the noises stop!"

Kurt froze. The TARDIS shuddered and shook as it journeyed through the time vortex. A voice was calling through the computer to him, a young boy, probably no older than ten. How could a human child be reaching him so far away through time and space? It had happened a few times before, of course, but those humans had been connected to aliens or been disguised as human. Another mystery then. Adventures would have to wait for when the universe didnt demand him any longer.

"Make the drums stop, please! Im scared!"

The voice fizzled out, but Kurt shivered. Drums. Something that had been a presence in his life since he was eight. Since the day he and the Master had looked into the time vortex for the first time. The Master. He did his best not to think about him.

As the TARDISs break announced his arrival, Kurt looked over his console anxiously. He should leave. A boy hearing drums was too close, too familiar. It was probably only the sound of his own heart beating in fear and thundering through his ears. Nothing to worry about, but how had he contacted the TARDIS at such a distance? Just one little human boy.

Someone knocked softly on the main door. Once, twice, a third, then a fourth. Kurt shivered at the sound like it meant something to him he didnt understand yet. But that was ridiculous. If he didnt understand it then who could? He was the Doctor after all.

"H- hello? Are– this is a phone box?"

Kurt tugged the door open and poked his head out. "Its a Police Box, cant you read? Police Box." He jabbed his finger over his head. A young boy in his pajamas was standing in front of him, mouth open wide. As far as Kurt could tell he was around seven or eight with frizzy dark curls and sharp little eyebrows. "Ah, this would be your bedroom then. Very nice. A space theme, too? Youre clever."

"Nuh uh, Im Blaine. Who are you?"

"Well of course you are," Kurt agreed as he leaned down and looked the boy in the eye. Nothing strange in his vision or appearance or – Kurt took a big sniff – smell. Simply, ordinarily human. "Im the Doctor."

Blaine squinted at him and tilted his head. "You dont look like a doctor. Wheres your funny white coat? I like your bow tie!"

"Ah, I had it taken to a tailor for the evening. Needed to be taken out in the shoulders a bit," Kurt invented. He tugged on his tie. It was the first time hed worn one this regeneration. "It is rather nice. Does it look okay?"

"Yeah, its super pretty," Blaine told him as he stood on his toes and tugged it. "Ive always wanted a purple one with moons. Is your name really Doctor?"

"Yup, just call me the Doctor, okay? Now what seems to be the problem?"

"Why the Doctor? You cant be the only one. Ive met others," Blaine pressed. He peered around Kurts waist and into the TARDIS. "Golly, your Police Box is huge!"

"Its– no peaking!" Kurt stepped into Blaines little room and tugged the door shut. "Im the only doctor you need. Blaine. Blaine, Blaine. I knew a man with that name once, but it was a secret."

"A secret? What dyou mean? How can a name be a secret?" Blaine rapped his knuckles on the TARDISs door once more as Kurt pulled out his sonic screwdriver and started scanning. "Is that why I have to call you the Doctor? Is your name a secret, too?"

"Oh, you are clever, arent you?" Kurt spun around and looked him over. The room was ordinary, too. Normal bed, bookshelves, piano, and glowing plastic stars on the ceiling. Everything in the house seemed perfectly, wonderfully human. Which, of course, explained absolutely nothing. "Lots of things can be secrets," Kurt finally said. "But theyre only secrets until you start asking the right questions."

"So your name isnt the Doctor then," Blaine deduced. He took Kurts hand and tugged him to his bed. "Are you going to make the drums stop?"

Kurt looked at Blaine for a few moments. Hopeful eyes, just like most humans, perhaps more inspired and hopeful than most, but there was a fear there that wasnt right. He picked Blaine up and sat him back against his pillows, then hopped up beside him.

"What sorts of drums?" he asked. Kurt scanned Blaine with his sonic screwdriver, but got nothing once again.

"The ones in here," Blaine said, tapping his forehead. "Boom, boom, boom, boom!" He patted his fingertips against Kurts forehead in time with a beat. "Its like tri-p-let two, tri-p-let three! Like for music. Ive made a bunch of songs to it on my piano. Here, I can–"

"No, no, no need to wake mommy and daddy," Kurt told him. Blaine sat back down, but his face had fallen and he started frowning until his eyebrows flat-lined. "Are your mommy and daddy here?"

"My– well, theyre gonna be my new mommy and daddy," Blaine said quietly. "Ive got a super big brother, too, but hes going off to uni soon."

Adoption. A little alarm bell when off in Kurts head. He might not be human then, or been who knows where beforehand. Yet, his sonic screwdriver gave him nothing. Blaine was an ordinary human boy, maybe a little too anxious and with too much music in his head.

"Adopted mommy and daddy then. Have you been here long? On Earth?"

"On– what?"

Blaine stared at him in disbelief. Kurt quickly tucked Blaine in and laid down with him. Human or at least he thinks hes human. There was no harm in him.

"So these drums," Kurt pressed. "Are they an all the time thing or not?"

"Yeah, theyre– huh, theyre quiet now," Blaine sat up a little and looked around. "I only hear us now. But theyve always been there except with you here."

Kurt shivered. It was something the Master had once told him, years ago when it was just them. Right before the Time War had started and taken him from Kurt.

"Huh, well thats good. Thats very good. Your little stars, they arent very real, are they?"

Blaine laid back down beside him and looked up. There were dozens of them glowing dully on the ceiling, some big, some orange, a few shooting stars, but all very plastic. "Theyre like the ones we draw in school, but they arent like the sky. I wanna see them all someday."

"And you will. Do you know Ive seen a lot of them? Yeah," Kurt pulled his sonic screwdriver back out and aimed it at the ceiling. Slowly the stars shifted and changed until they were all moving and forming into galaxies.

"Oh, wow! Thats amazing!" Blaine beamed and started pointing up at the stars. "Whats that one? Have you been there?"

"The Oodsphere. Quite a nice lot," Kurt told him.

For what felt like hours, Kurt answered Blaines questions about planets and stars and what the universe was like. Kurt answered them as best as he could without giving too much away. Yet somehow, Blaine always seemed to be a step ahead of his lies and too clever to trick. After Kurt explained New Earth, Blaine yawned and snuggled down against him.

"I cant wait to see them all. Can I go with you in the morning?"

"I wont say no to such an enthusiastic companion," Kurt said, but what he didnt say was no. Someday, maybe, but for now Blaine was too young. "No more drums?"

Blaine yawned and his head dropped onto Kurts shoulder. "No, just you."

Kurt tried not to flinch at the phrasing. How many times had his husband said that to him before hed died? How many similarities could there be between these two?

"Get some sleep, Blaine." Kurt laid there under the realistic stars until Blaine fell asleep. Kurt slowly extracted himself and got up. There was nothing here to do. Just a scared boy with a new family that had somehow contacted his TARDIS. He didnt understand it, but he kind of did, too. There was a familiarity with this human boy that hed been missing for centuries. It was a nice, but painful, reminder of what hed always tried to outrun.

He looked around the little room once more, but there was still nothing. This didnt feel anything like other places had. No excitement or adventure or uncertainty. Nothing was out of place here. Just one boy reaching out and finding him. Kurt stepped around the bed and opened the TARDIS door, but something held him back before he could shut the door and leave Blaines life forever.

Kurt fumbled with the snazzy bow tie around his neck and hurried back over to Blaine. He set it in the hand clutching at the pillow and paused. "It was nice to meet you, Blaine. Im sure Ill see you again. Sooner for me than for you."

"Anna, I told you I cant go out tonight. Ive got A-levels tomorrow and–"

Blaine groaned and held his phone away from his ear as she restarted her list of reasons he could come out and drink her under the table. He shuffled through the crowded street towards his Underground stop, but something caught his scarf and he was yanked backwards into an alley.

"What in the world? Who are– Doctor?"

But the man from his childhood couldnt speak. There was some bizarre Santa Claus putting him in a choke hold. Blaine hurried forward and helped him free.

"Are you– what is that? Is that one of those– those Ood you told me about?"

"I told you what?" The Doctor spun away from him and aimed his glowing thing at the Santa Claus. It fell over and shut down immediately. "Now, what where you saying? Do I know you– oh, pointy eyebrows. What was it again? Blaire? Blake? Blaine! Thats the one."

"Youre– but– you look exactly the same!"

"None of that right now. Come along, Blaine. That was the last of them."

Before he could say anything or talk to Anna still rambling on his phone, Blaine was being tugged down the alley to a familiar sight. Hed only seen it once, but the blue Police Box was something hed never forget.

"Its your Police Box," Blaine said in awe. "The one that materialized in my bedroom."

"Yup, and we should get inside before anything else finds us."

The Doctor hurried in, dragging Blaine with him.

"Holy hell, this place is huge!"

"Its–" the Doctor waved a hand for him to continue as he started flipping controls at a console in the middle of the room.

"I already know it is," Blaine said bemusedly as he stopped at the Doctors side. "I saw it as a boy, remember? Its been a lot longer for you than for me, hasnt it?"

"So you arent going to say it?" The Doctor frowned at him. "I always like when people say it."

"What? That its bigger on the inside?"

"Thank you, and yes, its been, oh, about nintey-four years, I suppose. Youre looking good, though. Young and charming and growing boomerangs over your eyes."

"Theyre eyebrows," Blaine snapped. "So what is this thing? Its clearly not a Police Box."

"TARDIS, long story. But the important thing is getting clear before that Santa self-destructs outside the door," the Doctor grabbed a handle on the console and fell silent like he was listening. Blaine heard it after a moment, too. Footsteps. Mechanical, heavy footsteps.

"Allons-y!"

The entire room shook and Blaine tumbled to the floor. His phone went sailing off the platform and something in his bag gave an unpleasant crunch. He hoped it was his bag of almonds and not his laptop. Asking his parents for a new one after hed just gotten this for his birthday six weeks ago wouldnt go over well.

"Where are we going? Is this a spaceship?"

"Honestly, I thought you were clever as a boy. I think I was wrong."

"Youre ridiculous," Blaine said. "Are you taking me somewhere? Like in space?"

The Doctor looked at something on the console and shrugged. "No idea. Thats the fun part!"

"But my parents, my friends… theyll notice if I just disappear for the rest of my life," Blaine said, suddenly worried. " I cant just–"

"Oh, time and space. I travel through both. Forgot to mention that."

"Wait, this is a time machine?"

The words sparked something in Blaine that he wasnt ready for. But those words meant something to him, something that was like a nail digging into his cranium and splintering bone. Hed heard those words before, hadnt he? He must have, but it hadnt been the Doctor. It had been someone else he couldnt recall.

"–and youll come along to see the Ood at least," the Doctor was saying. "Blaine? Ood?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure."

It was seven weeks before Blaine realized what had truly happened to his life. Hed left Earth, left his friends and family all behind in a different world and galaxy and time. Had they noticed hed disappeared by now? Surely they must have despite the Doctors assurances that hed drop him right where hed found him when they said goodbye. Blaine didnt see how that was possible, even though hed been to Pompeii and five billion years into the future.

"Oh, lets go to Raascox Three. Ive been meaning to go for a bit now," the Doctor was saying. Theyd just found their way back from some crazy black hole and Devil thing Blaine could barely wrap his mind around. "They have a planet wide roller coaster! A two week trip. And theres a spa, too. You can wash that cement out."

"Cant we just have a quiet night?" Blaine asked, ignoring the jab at his hair gel. He yawned and sat down in one of the chairs on the platform. "Im exhausted and I still havent gotten to have a good look at this place. Or pick a room. Weve been everywhere else for weeks."

"Here? Well, we could, I guess," the Doctor paused and looked around like hed never stopped to give the TARDIS a real glance. "Yeah, all right. Just for one night. You look like you need the sleep."

"Thanks, Doctor. Wheres–"

"Down that hall, pick any door but the fourth on the left," he said. "Thats the– well, just dont."

"Right," Blaine agreed. The warning, if he could call it that, would be heeded. Hed learned quickly not to go against the Doctors warnings unless the situation was dire. Then he was simply lying to try to protect him from harm. "Good night."

He left the Doctor in the control room, fiddling or playing or whatever it was he was always doing in there by himself. Once he was down the hall with his retrieved bag, Blaine looked at the doors. Hed been to the mechanical room once, and the swimming pool by accident, but the idea of multiple bedrooms on this ship that never stopped seemed bizarre. There was always so much activity on the TARDIS it was hard to imagine there being places to rest. Blaine looked from one door to the next until one of the handles caught his eye. The fifth door on the right had an oddly flat knob with strange circular symbols on it. It looked like someone had replaced the door knob with a compass. Like so much about the TARDIS it was eerily familiar to him, like a displaced memory hed left sitting on the Underground one day and never gotten back. Blaine looked over the knob and the words, though how he knew they were words and not some strange symbols or design, he couldnt say.

The room on the other side was dim, but well-furnished. It smelled strongly of jasmine and cinnamon. Blaine set his bag aside on a chair and crawled into the large, round bed. The mysteries tugging at his mind could wait another day.

"Blaine? Hello?"

Kurt opened door after door along the corridor of bedrooms. He skipped the nursery, the fourth of the left, because he hadnt opened that in centuries and never would again. Every room was empty until he reached the last one which was also his.

"Oh, is this really how its going to be?"

Blaine was cocooned in his blankets, snuggled up tightly and drooling on one of his favorite pillows. It was almost cute but also too much. He hadnt mentioned his Blaine to this one. Not the Time Lord hed promised his future and life to at the young age of twenty-one. Theyd been so foolish to marry before their first regenerations, to in love to care about the changes theyd yet to undergo and the centuries that stood in their way.

"Budge over then," Kurt mumbled. He rolled Blaine to one side and crawled under beside him, feeling rather grumpy. "Ill have you know I havent shared a bed in centuries. Not since– my husband was a blanket thief, too. It must go with the name. I miss that dirty Time Lord. Adventures, the entirety of space and time, theyre more fun when you have someone to share it all with."

Kurt sighed and rolled to face Blaine and was met instead with his hazel stare.

"You had a husband? Like a Time Lord husband?" Blaine said in surprise.

Kurt looked at Blaines collar instead of his eyes. "I hope you removed your shoes. I dont like shoes on my bed."

"Doctor," Blaine countered. "Did he– is he dead like the rest?"

For a long time, Kurt said nothing. Nobody had ever asked him questions like that before, nobody had ever known he was married since the rest of the Time Lords had died in the Time War. Soon Blaine, this Blaine, would be gone like the rest. Dead or trapped or leaving him behind for his own human life, such a fleeting but important existence. Then hed be all alone and Blaineless once more.

"Doctor? Im sorry."

"He died in the Time War. Right at the start. I- I tried to take myself back to the start, to save him. I got thrown out of the Time lock instead. If I hadnt…"

"Youd be dead, too," Blaine finished. His hand settled over Kurts, his thumb brushing over Kurts knuckles. The gesture made Kurts throat tight, from old memories and new. How could this Blaine be so much like his own and not know anything about them?

"Hes been gone a long time now," Kurt said quietly. "Sometimes I try to forget, to pretend my regeneration who was with him was someone else entirely."

"Regeneration?" Blaine repeated, but it wasnt puzzlement or confusion that Kurt caught in his voice. He looked at Blaine once again and saw his frown, the flat lines of his eyebrows, like there was something caught in the crank turning his mind. There was something there with Blaine, always some connection Kurt could never understand or explain away. It was almost like–

"You get to share it with me, though," Blaine said. He grabbed Kurts hand and pressed it to his heart. "I could do this for the rest of my life. All I want to do, all Ive ever wanted to do–"

Blaine froze, his voice stuttering and his eyebrows lowering again as he frowned. Like he was repeating something he couldnt remember, but that he still remembered knowing.

But Kurt knew how it ended, how it had always ended. If there was one thing his Blaine had said a hundred times over, every night before they slept and every evening when they were running wild from some new discovery, it was those words. Hed said it on their wedding day and every day since until he couldnt.

All I want to do, all Ive ever wanted to do, is my spend my life loving you.

And he had until the end of his life.

"We should get some sleep," Kurt said as he pulled his hand away. "Were going to need a lot of rest for Raascox Threes roller coaster."

"Good night, Doctor."

Blaine ended up sick for days after Kurt took him on the planet-wide roller coaster. Privately, Kurt though he was lucky to have survived it at all. Two weeks was nothing to him, but to a simple human body those forced had been too much.

Kurt kept their journeys simple and light after that. A royal ball on a crystal moon; lunch sitting at the doors of the TARDIS and watching a new planet form; another fun day trip to a planet of waterfalls; a toroid planet that had seemed impossible to Blaine even when they were walking on it.

"That is crazy, a planet shaped like a donut!" Blaine laughed as he shut the TARDIS door on the planet. "I cant believe gravity or anything can hold together a planet like that. Oh, I love this song!"

He started swaying to the jazzy tune and Kurt moved to shut it off. Hed started playing a lot of music since Blaine had joined him. There was something about having him onboard that made everything brighter. It also helped quiet the drumming that still pounded through Blaines head.

"No, dont shut it off, Doctor," Blaine insisted. He grabbed Kurts hand to stop him and then grinned playfully. "Come on, lets dance."

"Lets– oh, no. No, I dont dance," Kurt said quickly, but Blaine was pulling him in, one hand circling his waist and the other holding Kurts left tightly. "I cant– dancing isnt my thing."

"Oh shut up," Blaine laughed. "Just sway with me. See? Its easy."

And it was, even after four centuries it was always simple to melt into Blaines existence. Blaine held him tighter as the song changed and Kurt tried not to sigh and tuck his chin over Blaines shoulder. It was too nice to be with Blaine like this. It was also too unfair to both of them for this to last much longer.

"I love spending time and space with you," Blaine mumbled as he rested his cheek on Kurts shoulder. "I can barely imagine going back to how things were."

"I– its wonderful having you here," Kurt said carefully. If he lost control right now, if he let one thing slip in Blaines arms, hed lose the little time they had left together. "The TARDIS is lonely with only one."

Blaine leaned back in his arms and beamed. There was a radiance in Blaines smile that choked Kurt up and took him right back to his wedding night. Hed made his Blaine dance with him in this control room back then. Theyd danced for hours and hours until their feet hurt and theyd been consumed with their passion.

Kurt was so caught up in his memory he didnt notice Blaine leaning back in until his lips brushed his. It was a soft, chaste kiss, almost no more than a peck, but it felt like Kurts lungs had shriveled in his chest.

"I– that wasnt–"

Blaine was silenced by Kurts lips. The muscle memory was still there. The reaction to that same gentle, teasing kiss his Blaine had always given him while they danced. Kurt pressed back, starved and greedy as Blaines arms hooked around his neck.

The next evening, Kurt lay awake in bed, one hand tracing over his bare chest and the other running through Blaines soft curls. He was asleep now, after hours and hours of being lost in each other. Hed lost all control yesterday and Blaine had been surprisingly eager to be with him. For a while Kurt could easily pretend that Blaine was his Blaine. They both tugged his shirt open in the same fury, sucked roughly on his pulse point, fisted his hair like their legs werent strong enough to hold them up, and moved their hips in that same fluid tempo that sent Kurt over the edge again and again.

Every movement, every moment, had felt like coming home after a long, lonely journey. His Blaine had been in his arms, loving him and kissing him and holding him. Theyd made love in the control room against the railing, in the corridor, against the bedroom door, and finally theyd tumbled naked into bed and kissed and sighed and shivered. It was only then, when theyd settled into a softer, kinder rhythm that Kurt had remembered the unbearable difference. The heavy beating of Blaines single heart against his hearts, the regeneration energy that had slowly trickled into his breath as theyd melded together. But it had only been his.

Blaine was human. He wasnt his. It had all been a mistake and he couldnt drag Blaine into his own pain. Kurt sat up and untangled himself from Blaine slowly. Hed drop him at his flat in London 2001 and say goodbye with a false promise. Staying with Blaine, falling in love with this man who was so much of his husband and nothing of him, would destroy him if he had to live through his death again.

Kurt climbed out of bed to look for his pants. Hed take the TARDIS there now, and leave as fast as he could. Blaine wouldnt–

His foot fell on something cold and metallic. Kurt yelped and looked down. Something round and rather flat was sticking out of Blaines pocket. Curious, Kurt bent down and tugged it free by the chain attached to it. It was a pocket watch. Silver and heavy and… familiar. Breath caught in his throat, Kurt slowly turned it over and when he saw the other side he dropped it.

A fob watch.

Blaine had a fob watch. Which meant–

Kurt picked it up and clutched it tightly as he stood. It couldnt be true. As much as they were alike, they were still different and hed seen his Blaine die so long ago. Hed been there, held him as hed tried to regeneration before his hearts stopped.

"Blaine? Blaine, wake up. Get up now!"

The Doctors voice was so sharp and thunderous that Blaine jolted awake and nearly rolled out of bed. But the Doctor was nearly sitting on top of him, and the reminder of last night and all of yesterday made Blaine blush.

"No, no, no! No blushing right now," the Doctor snapped. A silver pocket watch was swung in front of Blaines eyes. It seemed familiar, but unimportant, too. Blaine made to bat it aside, but the Doctor stopped him. "Where did you get this? How long has it been in your pocket?"

"It– I dont have a watch," Blaine said in bewilderment. "Ive never– no, hang on." He cupped it as it swayed before his eyes. "This is… my birth mother left it with me in the basket when she dropped me on the doorstep at the orphanage. Id forgotten about it. Its never worked. Not sure why Ive still got it, to be perfectly honest."

"Have you ever actually opened it?" the Doctor pressed.

"Well, no," Blaine said in surprise. Now that he actually thought about it, hed never given it more than a glimpse once or twice. Hed kept it to remind himself of his mother, but never done more than forget about it. "Why? Doctor, its just a watch."

"Its not," the Doctor said quietly. "This watch is you. Its everything weve lost for so long."

"What are you on about?"

"Its you! Y- youre my Blaine. Youre both Blaines, dont you see?"

"Doctor, youre being ridiculous," Blaine said slowly. He took the watch and pried it from his grip. "Just come back to bed."

"No, this– Blaine, this is a fob watch. Look at the cover. Its–"

"Like the door knob to our room," Blaine said quietly as he really looked at it for the first time. It was an incredible description but he couldnt recall how to read it.

"Open it. Please, open it. Remember us, Blaine," the Doctor said quietly. He sniffled and cupped Blaines face. "Come back to me in every way."

"I- I dont–"

Boom boom boom boom!

Blaine shivered as the drums thundered up louder. With the Doctor around they were always quieter, but right now, with this watch in hand, burning hot and cold across his skin and soul, Blaine could hear them just as loud as he always had.

"What happens if I open it?"

"Nothing or everything." The Doctor kissed his temple and sat back beside him.

Blaine met the Doctors eyes as he clicked the release button.

"Kurt? Kurt, stop running!"

Blaine raced after his best friend, away from the drumming Time Vortex and back to the fields of their home.

"Its– how can we ever want to journey through that?" Kurt said hysterically. "That was awful."

"It was loud," Blaine agreed. "I heard, like, drums. I can still hear them."

"I dont ever want to look into it again," Kurt said strongly. "I want to run and run and run from it forever."

"We can run towards each other instead of away from things," Blaine suggested. He took Kurts hand and sat down in the red grass with him. "Its okay because weve got each other."

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"I cant believe you have your own TARDIS," Kurt said as he circled it. "Gosh, I wish my dad would get me one, but he thinks Im too young."

"Your dad worries too much," Blaine said as he bounced around excitedly. They were sixteen now and just officially taking their names. "So Doctor, will you accompany me across the universe?"

"Well, my dad wont like it," Kurt said as Blaine twirled him and tugged him in for a deep kiss. "Mmm, but how can I say no to that?"

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"Did you just ask me to marry you?"

"Would you rather I tell you, too?" Blaine laughed. He held out the silver ring covered in Gallifreyan. "Come on, be my husband. Were twenty-one now, and even now all I want to do, all Ive ever wanted to do, is spend my life loving you."

"And traveling through time and space," Kurt added as he plucked the ring from Blaines hand.

"Only if its with you," Blaine said as a grin started to spread across his face. "Is this a yes?"

"Its always going to be yes," Kurt said. "But not in the fourteen century, okay? Lets go somewhere classy."

"I hear theres a cruise across the Hydian Way a couple thousand years away," Blaine suggested as Kurt slid the ring on and they joined hands. "What do you say, almost-husband?"

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"No, come on, regenerate," Kurt demanded. He held Blaine tightly, one arm around his chest, the other under his back. But Blaine could barely see, he was trying, he was, but his own regeneration energy was choking him. "You cant leave me here, you goof."

"I- I- I–"

"Doctor, we have to go. This place is about to blow. Im sorry, hes gone."

"No, hes not. Hes not gone!"

"His hearts have stop. Theres nothing we can do–"

"No! Blaine!"

His back sunk to the floor as someone–another Time Lord– pulled Kurt away from him, back to their own TARDIS, to leave him here among the wreckage. His regeneration energy continued to build, but it was like everything else was frozen. Almost as if someone had time locked his body to make him look dead. Blaine tried to break free, to stay conscious, to survive long enough to regenerate. Hed never done it before. Neither of them had, but he had to for Kurt.

Someone suddenly pulled him up and started dragging him. Blaine tried to speak, tried to see who it was because it wasnt Kurts gentle hands. But his eyes were heavy, his throat was clogged with energy and he saw only the inside of a TARDIS before everything went black.

"Blaine? Blaine, can you hear me?"

He was laying down somewhere soft and warm. A hand was brushing over his hair, his curly hair. He would end up with even frizzier curls than hed had originally. Blaine blinked slowly and Kurts face, different and new and still familiar, came into focus.

"Hello, Kurt," Blaine whispered.

"Y- you– Blaine? Its you? Its really you?"

"Well, Ive got two hearts, dont I?"

Kurt dropped down into his arms, holding him hard enough to bruise, until their hearts were beating against each other and they were both crying quietly.

"I love you. Dont you ever slow regenerate and I dont even know what else on me ever again," Kurt snapped suddenly. He sat back and slapped Blaine hard. "Ever. Do you understand that? I cant go through this again. Its been four centuries without you."

"Four centuries?" Blaine echoed. "How many–"

"Im only on my fourth," Kurt said quietly. "Youve got some catching up to do. That means you get to make the sacrifices around here for a while. And I get to have the baby."

"The what? Were having a baby?"

"That nurserys sat waiting for four hundred years for something you promised me when I was twenty-three, Blaine," Kurt reminded him. "Besides, we need companions."

"Yeah, I guess we do," Blaine said quietly. He ran his hands over himself, and listened to the dull thud of the drums as they lined up with the beating of Kurts hearts. "Ive missed you. I cant believe Id lost this. I still dont know who it was–"

"Who what was?" Kurt frowned at him as he laid down in Blaines arms.

"When I was dying, it was like everything had frozen. I could feel my regeneration energy in my throat, but I could do anything. Then you– you were gone. They dragged you off and then someone came for me," Blaine explained quietly. "I dont know, but I passed out and then I was human."

"Well sort it out," Kurt mumbled. "I cant be bothered right now. Ive got my husband back and were not leaving this bed for a week. Well just park outside Santana and Danis flat and drive them up the wall by being there but not actually coming to visit."

"Santana and Dani?" Blaine asked as Kurt settled over his hips and started kissing his chest.

"Youll love them," Kurt murmured as he kissed up Blaines neck to his lips. "But later. Its us again now."