Hello readers,

I'm taking this story idea from DemonTegs97 who I think stopped posting because I can't find them or their story anymore, and I had been really enjoying their story.

I'm also going to use it to give Kurt a little understanding of how much he needs Blaine rather than wanting to be separated for season 5.

Waking Up

2014

He was sure this was the best night sleep he'd had in a long time. His body was not tense or sore, as it had become from many nervously sleepless nights. The bed was warmer and more comfortable than he thought it had been ever, and ultimately he felt safer.

That is, until he opened his eyes and realized he wasn't in his bedroom.

Kurt snapped up instantly, letting the large blanket fall to his waist. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which was unlike him, and only wore a pair of wrinkled boxers he'd never seen before.

"What the hell." He breathed trying desperately to remember where he was and how he'd gotten there.

Did I get drunk last night? He wondered, but shook his head. No, he never drank. And if he did, who would he drink with? Puck? No, thank you.

When he moved in the bed, he found that he was a little sore between the legs, and felt a sting of panic he hadn't even considered to worry about; who's bed is this and what did we do?

He glanced quickly around the room and saw nothing to recapture any memories. The walls were covered in curtains... no... the walls were curtains and the furniture was uninspired. It was a bit of a mess which he didn't enjoy, but it wasn't his room so he wouldn't judge. There were socks scattered across the floor, as well as pieces of clothing draped or dropped carelessly. Kurt almost wanted to judge the owner of the bedroom until he noticed a small, opened condom wrapper on the floor next to the bed.

His heart dropped to his stomach and he thought he might stop breathing as lead filled his stomach. No, no, no, no, no, how could this happen? This didn't happen! I've never even kissed anyone-girls don't count. How did he get there? He tried desperately to remember what he had done last night but

Kurt rose to his feet desperate for answers just as the curtain pulled away and a beautifully dark haired boy wearing only PJ pants walked in holding a tray of food. Kurts mouth dropped open for a fraction of a second before he regained his self control and pulled up a corner of the blanket to cover the front of his exposed body.

"Oh no," The boy whined a little but he wore a very bright smile on his face. He did appear a little confused, though, noticing Kurt covering his chest with the blanket as if for privacy but he never lost his smile. "I wanted to surprise you before you got up. What are you doing?"

"I'm... uh... I'm... I'm getting back into bed." Kurt answered as he awkwardly slid back onto the bed and under the covers.

"Oh good, so I can give you breakfast in bed then." The boy smiled wider than Kurt thought should be possible but found the smile oddly compelling. Maybe that's how you got yourself into this situation. "I want the love of my life to know how much I care about him."

Oh no, he's crazy. Kurt thought. One night and he thinks we're in love... I mean, I guess that's better than the alternative... Or maybe not since I can't remember anything... What if he drugged me? Oh God, is this some kind of misery situation? Where are the exits? That would explain the curtains...

"You're really pretty." Kurt breathed mostly as a side note to himself as if it would help make the situation any less terrifying.

"Thank you, Kurt." The boy's pleasant smile turned a little bashful before he leaned forward and kissed Kurt lightly, taking Kurts breath away for the moment. Not because it was anything epic but from shock. Seeing the look on Kurts panicked face made the smile leave the boys face. "What's wrong? Is it the eggs? I'm worried I put too much salt on them again, too, but maybe you should try them and if you hate them, I'll just make you more."

"It's not the eggs." Kurt replied without missing a beat.

The boy looked a little disheartened by this, and Kurt almost couldn't bare to see it. I don't even know his name. How does he know mine?

"What is it then?" The boy wondered, deeply concerned about the answer.

"How... What did we do last night?" Kurt wondered, still unable to remember almost anything.

"Oh." A sly, sexy smirk spread across the boys pretty face. "Do you want to do that again?"

He leaned forward and kissed Kurt once more, now more slowly and suggestive but Kurt pushed him back one handed with surprising ease.

"Nope." Kurt almost felt bad for the face that crossed the boys face but he would never feel bad for protecting himself from an uncomfortable position. He might be unable to remember the night before but that didn't mean it had to continue. Kurt looked over at the rack of clothing behind the boys head and noticed the clothing was very much in Kurts style, even if it could use a little flare. He looked back at the boy and asked, "Do you mind if I borrow something to wear? I seem to have nothing."

The boy laughed a little, but his amusement was overshadowed by the resonating sting of Kurts rejection. "How could you have nothing?" He rolled his eyes. "But of course you can."

"Thank you." Kurt stood still holding the blanket over him. "Do you mind?"

The boy raised a curious eyebrow at him, clearly not understanding the request. But the boy stood, finally, and walked towards the rack of clothing and pulled out an outfit that he offered to Kurt. Kurt watched for a moment in confusion but accepted the clothes. They weren't the most stylish choices but he mostly wanted to get away and tell Mercedes and Tina what had happened. He also wanted Mercedes to remind him how this had happened since his last memory was getting dinner with her at Bread Sticks.

"You're in a hurry to get dressed." The boy noted a little somberly and with a note of suspicion in his voice.

"I don't want to be late for class."

"We still have like... three hours!"

"Class starts in fifteen minutes."

"Maybe at McKinnley." The boy mused, confusing Kurt instantly.

Kurt changed quickly, though, trying to ignore the boy watching him skeptically. When he was dressed he walked towards the nightstand where he found a phone he assumed was his. His stomach dropped for a moment when he saw the background image was himself and the boy who'd started sitting on the bed slowly picking at the food, carefully tasting the eggs as if he still thought they were the reason for Kurts refusal.

Kurt continued to look through his phone. He saw messages to people he didn't know, and momentarily wondered if maybe this was really the crazy boys phone. Somehow the boy had matched Kurts password... But as he went through his contact list he saw names he knew... Rachael, Santana, Tina, Artie. Then the name Blaine Anderson with a photo of Kurt and the boy sitting on his bed.

"Blaine." Kurt breathed to himself.

"Yeah?" The boy answered immediately.

"Oh. Nothing... Blaine," Kurt smiled nervously. "I was just... wondering if you wanted to get breakfast."

"You don't like my cooking anymore?"

"No, no, of course I do, i just..." Kurt was distracted once more by something on the phone that just didn't seem right.

The date. It wasn't the right day... or month... or year.

2009

Kurt woke up feeling like his body had slept in the position of a pretzel. His neck was sore, his back was twisted, and his limbs felt numb.

"God damn it, Blaine." He groaned, almost jokingly before opening his eyes. He rolled over to drape his hand over his fiance he was sure was to blame for this, but felt the other side of the bed was empty.

This wasn't completely unusual. Blaine liked to make breakfast. A part of Kurt wanted to convince Blaine to stop, and to maybe make him breakfast in bed one of these days, but another, more dominant part, thought it would be best just to leave Blaine to the cooking since he was really good at it and it meant Kurt didn't have to wake up too early.

Maybe waking up earlier would give him a moment of peace, though. He hadn't had many moments alone since Blaine had come to New York. Kurt loved him more than anything but... he was starting to feel like he needed some space.

Kurt opened his eyes very suddenly when he realised that he couldn't smell Blaines cooking, or hear him quietly singing. When he opened his eyes, he realised he wasn't in his New York loft anymore either. He was somehow back home in his room from highschool.

What the hell? Had he completely forgotten returning home? How? He very clearly remembered being in New York last night. He had been with Blaine. He remembered exactly what he and Blaine had been doing before falling asleep wrapped in each others arms.

"Kurt, you're going to be late for school!" He heard his dad call from upstairs.

"What?" Kurt asked before jumping up and racing upstairs into the kitchen wearing only his pajamas.

"Kurt, you're not ready." His father noted the moment Kurt walked into the room. "You're going to be late."

"I got that." Kurt replied hastily. "What am I going to be late for?"

"School, you idiot, lets go. Get dressed. I'm driving you today, your car needs new tires."

"Where's Blaine?" Kurt wondered rubbing his head roughly.

"Who's Blaine?" Burt wondered.

"Blaine." Kurt said a little clearer, assuming he'd slurred his words. But no recognition filled his eyes. "My fiance?"

"Well jeez, kid, I thought you said you were gay." Burt moaned. "Now you're engaged? You're fifteen, too young to be engaged. If this is about being gay, I told you I'm okay with it. And I know there aren't any other... out kids at your school but don't give up home and settle for someone you don't love."

"What are you talking about?" Kurt wondered shaking his head.

"What are you talking about?" Burt demanded.

"I'll go... get ready." Kurt decided slowly backing down the stairs. He stopped when he was half way and he realized he was in his childhood home rather than the one they'd bought with Carol and Finn. "Dad, where's Carol?"

"Who?" Burt asked, his voice sounding a little shaken, probably from the uncomfortable conversation.

"Alright." Kurt turned and went to his old room without another question.

He raced to get ready for school assuming this was all some part of a vivid dream. Grabbing his phone felt weird. It was an older model and didn't have his customary photo of himself and Blaine. Plus, although it felt a little relaxing to have a few minutes of freedom, he didn't have any texts from Blaine explaining where he was. Kurt really wanted to believe this was all some dream, but not dream was this real, nor did dreams allow you to move so freely when you were feeling a little panicked. Also, something must have gone wrong with the phone's software because the date on the screen claimed that it was 5 years earlier.

2014

"What's wrong, Kurt?" Blaine asked as they walked from the coffee shop towards NYADA. "You've been acting strange all morning. Heck, you were acting like you've never been on the subway before."

"uh-huh." Kurt replied looking around the big city in awe. Realizing he'd woken up in New York was its own sort of terrifying surprise. When Blaine was in the shower, Kurt had called his dad to tell him where he was and who he'd woken up with but Burt seemed excruciatingly uninterested as if his son's disappearance wasn't much of a surprise to him. Though he was happy for the phone call. "Nothing is wrong."

Kurt liked New York so far. It had been a dream of his to come here, but it somehow seemed less important that how he'd gotten there.

"And the date is..." Kurt started.

Blaine rolled his eyes but smiled as pleasantly as ever. "September 28th, 2014, for the seventh time."

"I-I'm just checking." Kurt mused. Every clock and newspaper and magazine seemed to share this date so it was hard for him to dispute but that didn't make it anymore comfortable. And he'd grown a few inches and bulked out much more than he had been last night. Did I get amnesia? Did someone hit me outside the head? Was it Blaine?

No, he decided then, looking curiously at Blaine who smiled at him lovingly and took his hand. The motion felt like a shock to him and he looked around immediately to make sure the action angered no one. No one passing them on the street seemed to notice.

"Are you sure you're alright, Kurt?" Blaine wondered, stopping them so that he could look into Kurts eyes without Kurt getting distracted by anything else. "Because you can talk to me. You know that, right?"

"Uh-huh." Kurt nodded. He really wanted to be scared of Blaine and to run straight to the airport and fly home to Ohio but nothing about Blaine was threatening to him. In fact, Blaine had been so deeply devoted to making sure Kurt was happy all morning that Kurt could only assume this had to be some sort of dream.

I'm in a coma. He realized suddenly. That's it. Someone, probably Karofsky, put me into a coma. Oh, no, my poor dad.

"Blaine, do you remember how we met?" Kurt asked suddenly.

"Of course!" Blaine smiled fondly at the memory. "You came to Dalton to spy on the Warblers."

"Oh." Kurt blinked. He hadn't been expecting a proper answer. Especially not so soon. Were dreams supposed to be chaotic? No one remembered anything? Maybe coma's were different.

"Were you hoping for another answer?" Blaine seemed almost flirtatious as he said this.

"No..." Kurt shook his head. "I think I just slept wrong."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Blaine was about to say more but Kurt cut him off before he could.

"I'm alright, though."

"Okay." Blaine seemed to surrender. "But if you need anything, just ask."

"I will." Kurt smiled while trying to act normal.

"We are meeting Sam and Rachael for lunch today." Blaine continued as he pulled Kurt by the hand so they would begin walking again.

Kurt was about to ask who but the horrific realization came before he needed to. "Rachael Barry?!"

"Yeah, of course, who else?" Blaine laughed. Oh, God, why?

"Hey, Blaine?" Kurt asked as he stopped walking once more and pulled Blaine with him.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't we skip class today?" Kurt wondered.

"Skip? Why?"

"I want to spend the day with you." Kurt decided.

Blaine looked amused by this and that shot an electric panic through Kurt. "Almost all of our classes are together."

"Yes, but I wanted to maybe spend the day with only you." Kurt tried feeling bashful and insecure. But how much more secure should he need to feel with a boy he'd woken up next to, and not for the first time apparently. "I feel like maybe we could get to know each other a little better."

"Because we don't know each other already?" Blaine laughed but seeing the look that crossed Kurts face, he quickly stopped and said, "Of course I want to spend the day with you. I'm just a little worried that NYADA might be upset."

"We can pretend we don't know each other." Kurt suggested hopefully, "Besides, they can't get mad at us for being sick."

"Together?"

"I made you sick or you made me sick."

Blaine sighed then smiled excitedly and said, "Alright. What did you have in mind?"

2009

Calling Rachael had been a terrible idea. Apparently she had fallen back into her whinny ways while on Broadway. The entire phone call was Me, Me, Me and no answering Kurts main question which was "Where is Blaine?" Instead of answer, she pretended she didn't know who Blaine was and continued to discuss herself as if her audition for a school play was the only thing that mattered. What school play?

Santana was much the same. The moment she heard his voice on the phone, she said she didn't have time for faeries and hung up.

As he walked in the doors of McKinnley, hoping it would give him a sense of ease to walk through the school he'd once called home, he dialed Blaines numbed in his phone. The contact had disappeared but that was definitely not the strangest revelation of the day.

"Hello?" I girl answered the phone.

"Oh." Kurt blinked for a second but then asked, "Is Blaine there?"

"Sorry, wrong number." Was all she said before hanging up.

"That's annoying." Kurt mumbled and stared at the number trying to figure out where he had gone wrong typing in the number. It seemed correct in his phone. He felt a small wave of panic knowing Blaine would likely be freaking out not hearing from Kurt after he somehow teleported back to Ohio.

On that note, why hadn't Blaine called him yet? And why would his father act like he didn't know who Blaine was?

Kurt lost his train of thought when a large, heavy force knocked him over and he was shoved into a locker. His first thought was that it was an accident until he saw a group of hockey guys looking over their shoulder at him while laughing.

"What the hell?" Kurt got up to confront them but was blocked by a tall boy... Kurt gasped and thought he might not be able to breathe again. "Finn?!"

"Hey, are you alright?" Kurt couldn't believe his eyes. No, this couldn't be real. But real or not, Kurt couldn't stop himself from lurching forwards and wrapping his arms around his somehow resurrected brother. No, this had to be a dream. But Finn felt so real and smelt so real... Kurt suddenly found he didn't care about reality anymore.

"Alright, calm down." Finn mused a little awkwardly, pushing Kurt off him. "Wait... why are you crying?" Kurt hadn't realized that he was. "Did they hurt you?"

"No, Finn, it's not them, I'm fine, it's just..." Kurt hugged Finn once more which clearly made Finn uncomfortable but Kurt found it almost difficult to care. "I've missed you."

"We had dinner last night." Finn said pushing Kurt back again.

"We did?"

"Yes." Finn smiled a little awkwardly. "You, me, Quinn and Mercedes."

"Oh."

"Come on." Finn suggested, "We're going to be late for class."

Kurt didn't question why he was back sitting in his old high school class room. He didn't listen in class, though the teachers didn't seem surprised by this. He simply stared at Finn all day.

In the hallway, someone threw something at the back of his head and yelled, "Hudson isn't interested, drag queen," but Kurt ignored him expertly because, at least in Kurts perspective, the bully didn't really exist.

In glee, Kurt leaned towards Finn and asked, "Are our parents dating?" The question could have seemed odd, but Finn turned with a smile and said, "Yeah, I think so."

"Cool." Kurt smiled calmly and sat back in his seat. It wasn't until the end of the glee class that he took a full notice of everyone else in the room.

Quinn, Brittany, Santana, Mike and Tina holding hands, Finn, Mercedes, Artie, Sam, Puck, and Rachael who was in the middle of fighting with Shuester about who was getting a solo. Blaine wasn't in the room. Neither were any of the new glee kids, or Sugarmata or Rory.

Kurt didn't fully return to reality until he heard Shuester listing off their competition and heard the word "Warblers." Then Kurt felt a wave of unease pass over him- -stronger than any type of deja-vous, as the classroom responded exactly as he once remembered it had.

He almost felt sick, numb, as he relistened to the class argue about beating whether it was fair to compete in sectionals against old people. Then he heard once more as Shue decided to have the boys and girls split for a competition between the sexes. Without having to think, Kurt sided with the girls only for Shuester to once more tell him to be on the boy's side.

Kurt couldn't speak because he didn't trust what he would say. He didn't think words would come out.

Where in the hell is Blaine?

Thank you for reading.

This story is rated M because there will be smut scenes later, but they do not happen for a while. If you want them sooner just comment or PM me and I can make that work into the story (nothing extra about the story has to change, it can be any characters and I can make it a dream or something :) Just let me know what you want!)