This is a story that I thought of while watching It's a Wonderful Life. It's based fairly loosely on it, but still there is the similarity. I don't own Glee or It's a Wonderful Life so… I do however own anyone you don't recognize from the show. Hope you enjoy it!

Oh also, non Italics Blaine is present Blaine. Italics Blaine is past Blaine. Got it?

Blaine held up his empty shot glass and nodded at the bartender who walked over to him, hands free of alcohol.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" he asked, taking the shot glass and putting a glass of water in place of it.

"I can still remember his face, so no, it's not enough," the bartender nodded,

"Broken heart?" he asked but Blaine shook his head.

"I raised my hand to my husband, the love of my life! And if our four year old hadn't walked in, I don't know if I would have lowered it." Blaine sighed, fingering the rim of his glass in devastation.

"I've heard worse, you can fix this, but you aren't going to fix it getting smashed in a bar." The bartender said smiling softly, "If you go to him and beg for his forgiveness, you will receive it." Blaine scoffed,

"I wouldn't be surprised if he's already moved out, it's what he should do." He slammed his glass down on the bar after taking a sip, "DAMN IT! I am so stupid!" Blaine yelled, "My family disowned me when I came out, I have four friends who, while they are the greatest, would never speak to me again when I told them what I did."

"What you almost did," the bartender corrected, but Blaine didn't seem to hear him.

"Kurt and Jack are all I have left, and now I've gone and destroyed that too!" he scrubbed his face with his hands, "It would have been better if I'd never been born, everyone would be better off." The bartender raised his eyebrows,

"You think so?"

"Yep," Blaine said, gulping down the water to swallow the tears.

"Come with me, I want to show you something," the man motioned; Blaine sighed and followed, figuring he had nothing to lose. He followed him to the back room, but as the door opened they enter Kurt and Blaine's apartment. Blaine gasped and took a step back, but they weren't in the bar at all, and the door only lead back out into the hall of their building.

"What the hell?" He turned to the bartender who smirked at him.

"You said it would have been better if you'd never been born, care to test that theory?"

"Who are you?" Blaine asked, pinning himself again the wall across from the apartment door.

"My name is Gabriel and I'm going to show you what the people you care about lives would have been like if you'd never been born."

"Oh God, I knew I shouldn't have had that last shot," Gabriel chuckled at Blaine's groan and motioned to the apartment.

"Come on, I think the best place to start is the present, just so you'll know exactly what you are losing."

"I don't think I'm asking for too much, Kurt!" A familiar voice from less than two hours before, hissed from the kitchen.

"I am not sending our son to a boarding school!" Blaine grimaced at the absurdity of the fight, they were talking about a four year olds high school education.

Fine, if you don't want him to have the best opportunities in life…" Blaine threw his hands up in annoyance.

"God, Blaine you are being a complete drama queen. Plus, Jack will be just fine if he works hard in a REGULAR high school." Kurt sighed as Blaine glared at him, "Look, Honey, can we talk about this later?" He turned to finish washing the dishes, his eyes rolling upward slightly.

"My father sent me to Dalton so I could better myself," Blaine continued.

"Yes, because we really want to treat Jack like your father treated you," Kurt said softly. Blaine now recognized the love in his husband's voice.

"What is that supposed to mean, Mr. Perfect?" Kurt spun around, his mouth dropped open in shock.

"Are you kidding me?" Kurt asked, one eyebrow cocked challengingly,

"Just because you had the perfect parent, and the perfect raising and the perfect step-family, doesn't mean you get to talk down to mine!" Blaine yelled.

"Blaine, I-"

"No! You know what, how about we call your dad, and see how he did it, because clearly, you are always right!" Blaine turned away about to storm out when a hand grabbed his arm, Blaine could see the concern and hurt in Kurt's eyes but as Blaine whipped around and raised an open palm to the man who had never done anything but love him, Blaine felt like he was going to vomit. Kurt's face changed to one of disbelief and horror.

"Papa! NO!" Jack cried, looking on with wet eyes. Blaine looked at his hand then at Kurt, finally having the realization of what he was about to do. "Don't hurt him, please, don't hurt him," Jack begged. Kurt went over to him, lifting him into his arms, soothing him gently. Blaine could now hear what Kurt had whispered to Jack.

"He wasn't going to hurt me baby, he was just mad at me, but he would never hit me, or you." Kurt promised, but this point Blaine was backing out slowly, repulsed by what he had done.

"Papa? Where are you going?" Jack asked, tears streaming down his face.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered, Blaine had not heard him. "Honey, come-" But suddenly Blaine turned and sprinted, leaving Jack to burst into sobs and Kurt to start at the door while rocking Jack back and forth, shushing him. They had adopted Jack when he was almost three, so he still remembered all the adults that had walked out and given up on him. "Jackie, easy, it's okay, Papa just went for a walk, he'll be back in a little while, I promise."

Blaine took a shaky breath,

"I don't deserve him," Blaine whispered.

"No, not really," Gabriel agreed and held out his hand and Blaine was whisked away to… God knows where.

So… what do you think? Love it? Hate it? Please review! Thank you. *heart*