A/N: Why, hello there, dear Reader! This is an AU Klaine story that involves a lot of fantasy elements and will be multiple chapters long. Set Up: Season 1 happened. Season 2 did not. Kurt didn't meet Blaine (yet ;) ).

If anything looks weird to you - grammatically that is (especially punctuation) - please point it out to me! I apologize and promise to work on it! I may be looking for a beta for future chapters, so if you're interested in that, feel free to send me a message or write it in a review or something! That is all. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own Glee or any of the characters, unfortunately.

Kurt turned his computer off and sighed. Another year at McKinley. Another year on the bottom floor of social hierachy. And to top it all off the new students didn't look particularly promising. It was highly unlikely that any of them would join the glee club. Maybe that Sam-kid. Kurt's gaydar was all over the place on that one. He was cute undeniably. The mouth was a little bit too big and he seemed to be incapable of properly dying his hair but except for that he seemed nice enough. Kurt sighed again. Time for bed, he decided. Tomorrow would be another slushie-filled day at his favourite High School.

"Kurt! Kurt? KURT!"

"Huh?" It had been a weird day for Kurt. His mind had continuously wandered off for what seemed like five seconds only to later find that he had missed a good thirty minutes or more. Third period precalc had just ended and he had no memory of it at all. Mercedes looked at him with a worried expression.

"What is it with you today, white boy?"

"I don't know. I'm just tired, I think." Although that was a lie. He had slept more than enough the night before.

"Are you sure? You look kinda pale."

"I'm fine. Really, 'Cedes!" He added as he saw the obvious doubt on her face.

"Well, alright. The Tots are waiting for us, you coming?" He smiled at that.

"Yes," He paused, "Yes, I'll be right there."

It had definitely been an off-day for him. Time was just passing in the oddest waves today, weird intervalls that seemed endless and rushed at the same time. As if that wouldn't be enough he felt like he was being watched all day. He couldn't put his finger on it, didn't know whose eyes were the ones that lingered on him. Kurt tried to just shake it off. It was probably just a feeling. Who knew? Maybe he was coming down with something and this was his brain foreshadowing some kind of fever-based illusions. Perhaps he would go and see the nurse after lunch.

But he didn't. Instead he went to the rest of his classes. In French he finally decided that this wasn't normal. He had listened to the teacher as she was explaining something to another student, he had blinked and watched his teacher go back to the desk - not forwards, but backwards - as if he had pushed the rewind button in real life. He blinked again and saw his teacher go back to the student and explain the exact same thing again.

'What is going on here?' He thought. The rest of French class he was in shock. At the end of the lesson he wasn't sure if it all had been real or just his imagination.

'Seriously, Hummel, if this is your imagination, you ought to get yourself checked into a mental institution.' It was a quiet voice in his head but it was there. He ignored it. In fact, he chose to ignore all the weirdness hoping to get the day over with as fast as possible. This was all just his imagination. Nothing serious. He was just tired. Or sick. But nothing serious. Tomorrow would be better, he was sure of it.

He went to his locker to get rid of his books. Out of nowhere Karofsky shoved him into a locker. 'Ouch... At least this is normal,' Kurt thought.

He opened his locker and shoved his books inside. That was the first time he saw the tiny necklace. He had almost missed the little shimmer that came from below his books. He was about to take it out to inspect it further when something happened.

Kurt felt the floor shifting under his feet. Only a little at first but it got stronger. Then black spaces appeared in his vision and everything got even more blurry. 'What the hell?' He held on to his locker for dear life as the earth started shaking. Everyone else was shifting as well but nobody seemed bothered by it. In fact it was as if they didn't realize that everything was moving. The world around Kurt Hummel was disintegrating. 'What is going on here?' This marked the second time today that he was asking himself this question - not a good sign.

And then just as suddenly and as if nothing had happened everything fell back into place at the exact same moment that he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Excuse me," Kurt turned around and saw a boy with dark, curly hair standing before him with an almost stunned look on his face, "Hi! Can I ask you a question? I'm new here."

"My name is Kurt." Kurt's hand had obviously decided to reach out to the boy. 'Quick thinking, hand,' Kurt thought for his brain still felt overwhelmed by his near-death-experience ( even if it would have been near-death by heart-attack).

"Blaine," the other boy said and a little smile spread across his face as he took Kurt's hand, "Blaine Anderson."

Just a few moments before:

Blaine walked through the halls of McKinley High School, his new school. A rather dull thought, he had decided as soon as he had seen the building this morning. He wondered how long he would have to stay here. He had no idea how old the keeper was and how long he would have to keep up this ridiculous disguise. Maybe this time he should talk to some other people as well. Just for fun. Soon he wouldn't have to be around people anymore, only a couple of generations left, he was sure of it. Well, four generations tops - and Blaine would finally be free. 'Took you long enough,' he thought grudgingly. After so many years he was almost angry for getting himself into this situation.

"I don't even know what I ever saw in him," he muttered to himself. It was a lie though and Blaine knew it. It was easier to forget. Much easier. This way he could fully concentrate on his mission and his reward. A reward that he wasn't sure he wanted if he didn't tell himself to leave behind his most painful memories.

And so Blaine Anderson walked to his next class, when suddenly the halls started shifting. 'Oh no, he found it already' He started walking faster moving people out of the way as he searched for the keeper. A keeper he hadn't even identified yet. Damnit. This day was getting worse by the minute.

And then he saw him. A boy, very slim who was holding on to his locker. He was the only one who wasn't shifting. The keeper looked timesick. A human would maybe say he looked seasick. Blaine sighed. 'Great, just what I needed, a timesick keeper. Well, maybe he won't run away then. If I'm lucky this one'll be a walk in the park.' He couldn't possibly know how wrong he would be but some part of his brain told him that this was indeed gonna be a lot harder than with all the keepers before. It was the same part of the brain that had recognized the boy instantly. 'Time to come to his rescue.' Blaine walked up to the keeper and touched his shoulder.

"Excuse me," he said and everything fell back into place. The boy turned around and Blaine stopped breathing. 'No. It couldn't be. How is that possible?' "Hi! Can I ask you a question? I'm new here," he heard himself say, thankful that his mouth had apparently managed to work without his brain to be in on it. The keeper reached out to shake his hand. Blaine took it. 'Good to know all my bodyparts are functioning without any help from my head.' What he saw in front of him couldn't possibly be true though. It was laughable, ridiculous. This had to be some kind of joke. A cruel joke, that most certainly, but a joke nontheless.

"Hi, my name is Kurt." His voice almost made him shudder. 'Geez, get a grip, Blaine. He's the keeper. It's probably just some weird coincidence.' But the other nagging voice in his head disagreed. He should have known that that nagging voice was always right.

"Blaine," he said and smiled politely as he shook Kurt's hand, "Blaine Anderson." Well one thing was clear to Blaine now: He had indeed been lying to himself. Painful memories never died.

END OF CH. 1

A/N: I'd love to hear from you. Also: There will be time-travel involved! Anything you would like to see from our favourite Glee-clubbers' past? I'm open to suggestions!