Let's Do the Time Warp Again

Year 2021. Kurt needed to know why Blaine had upped and left without a word three years ago. With the help of a scientist friend, he travels back to Blaine's past and stumbles upon things from the past.. and future.

I do not own Glee.


A man in an oversized lab coat stood in front of a magnificent machine, his thick black-rimmed glasses sliding down his nose bridge as he furrowed his brows in deep concentration. His fingers swept swiftly and gracefully over keys on the LCD screen, creating a discordant mixture of beeps and buzzes.

"Dude, are you sure you wanna go ahead with this? I mean, I have absolutely no doubt in my capabilities as a scientist – just look at my legs; they're the perfect indication of my professional expertise – but you do realize that there are significant risks involved in time-travelling, don't you?" The bespectacled scientist asked solemnly as he looked at Kurt directly in the eye, his voice almost inaudible over the cacophony of noises.

"For the hundredth time, yes, Artie, I'm sure." Kurt replied pointedly from where he was seated in the tiny glass compartment – 'The Box', as Artie called it. "Hundred percent sure," he added, with far more conviction than what he was feeling at the moment.

"Okie-dokie. Now try to relax a bit and take long deep breaths while I complete these final checks. Everything okay in there?"

Kurt nodded shakily. The prospect of travelling to the past was exciting yet frightening at the same time. He would be crossing boundaries, treading into unknown territories and entering realms new and unfamiliar to mankind.

"Are you serious about this? Time-travel is a tricky thing, Kurt. There have been cases – numerous cases in fact – of people who have delved too far and deep into the past. Many returned to the present either scarred by or overly-attached to events of the past. Some became emotionally-wrecked, some turned delusional; the more unlucky ones lost their sanity altogether ..."

Artie had warned him of the dangers when he had first approached him for assistance, and Kurt had contemplated the possible consequences of this decision before eventually deciding that this was a risk he was willing to take. He needed to seek answers to the questions that have been plaguing him everyday since that fateful night. He needed to know the truth. These three years have been far too long, far too wasted. Three years – three drawn-out, painful years marked by days spent in blind, zombified living and lonely sleepless nights drowned in whisky and tears.

On the night Blaine left without a word, he seemed to have taken all of Kurt's hopes and dreams along with him. Kurt knew he could no longer seek solace in the future, nor could he see any meaning in the present. The past, it seemed, was the only place he could turn to. Perhaps it would only be then that he could find some closure and finally put an end to this hellish torture.

He had to do this. There was simply no other option.

A sharp shrill beep from the machine jolted him back from his thoughts and back to the present situation.

"Okie-dokie, I think we are ready to go, my friend. Remember, wherever you end up in, there will be a red door in your vicinity. Make sure you keep track of where it is at all times. You may walk through it anytime, should you want to, or need to return to the present. Anyway I'll set this machine to bring you back in 3 hours' time, which would be equivalent to … let me see ... approximately 3 months in the past..." said Artie as he fiddled nervously with the buttons on the machine for one last time.

"Oh yes and before I let you go, I have to once again remind you not to attempt, in any way possible, to alter the events of the past. Any intervention on your part may have disastrous repercussions on your present and future," he added gravely.

"Alright, I'll try – "

"Try? No, not try, you MUST. Promise me, Kurt, it's for your own good I swear. Else I'm not sending you anywhere." Artie huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the man who was fidgeting restlessly in his seat.

"Okay. Promise." Kurt nodded meekly, trying hard to ignore the rapid pounding of his heart against his chest.

"Great. Now sit still, Kurt ... and get ready to return to the summer of 2018!"

The buzzes and beeps of the machine escalated suddenly into a deafening swirl of noises. Kurt shut his eyes tightly as a wave of electricity course through the arc of his body, tingling all the way from his neck and down to his toes. His head was spinning and his chest felt painfully constricted. He wondered if this was how it felt to be dying.

Then, abruptly, his surroundings fell into a thick silence.

Kurt opened his eyes slowly and found himself on his knees in the middle of an empty pavement. His body felt strangely numb and heavy. He stood up shakily and took an unsteady step forward.

A newspaper lay less than a feet away from where he was standing. He glanced down at the cover page and gasped.


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