Hello,

This is another multi-chapter fic that I'm starting. I've been working on this fic for about a month now, and I'm happy to finally publish it.

It's completely AU and will heavily feature Blaine's family as well as his relationship with Kurt.

A huge thank you to my beta, Gothic Lolita Darling.

Preface

On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me. -Robert Brault

*Mark Anderson was reading in his study when the air around him changed. It grew thicker and he knew that Blaine was coming…again. He sighed, put his book down, and got ready to talk about what happened. Actually, he prepared himself to discuss why Blaine continued to let the same thing happen. The air compressed behind him and began to take the shape of his seventeen year old son. A moment later, Blaine Anderson stood behind him, his breathing erratic, his hand clutching his chest.

"You continue to let the same thing happen." Mark said quietly. His words sounded disappointed, but he himself was not. He was stating a fact, one Blaine needed to understand before it was too late to make any more changes.

Blaine breathed heavily and grasped the door-frame to steady himself. "I don't… know what to …change anymore. I don't know how …to keep him alive," he gasped in uneven breaths.

His father swiveled in his chair to face him. His glasses slipped down his nose as he looked him in the eyes. "The problem," he began calmly, "Is that you are trying to save him because you don't want him to die. What about him? Doesn't he want to live?"

"Well…yes. Obviously!" Blaine was losing his patience. He wanted to know what to do, but his father continued to talk in circles.

His father leaned forward in his chair, causing the legs to moan as he shifted his weight . "Blaine, listen to me carefully. Do you love Kurt?"

Blaine frowned. His heart rate slowed but he was exhausted and starting to worry he would run out of chances before he finally realized what he was supposed to be doing . He leaned against the study wall for support while he spoke. "Of course, what are you getting at?"

His father's voice never faltered. "Then you need to let him go."

Blaine glared at his father. "I will not let him die," he hissed.

"I didn't say let him die," Mark replied softly. "I said let him go. They are two very different things."

"What do you mean?" Blaine screamed at the man in front of him. His temper was escalating as he raised his voice; his shouting reverberated off the walls. "What do you mean? Tell me!" He kicked a filing cabinet; the metal unit shuddered as his foot made contact, the sound echoing around the room, and the impact sending a sharp pain through his right foot.

"Blaine!" His father's voice warned. "I need you to calm down."

Blaine closed his eyes and whispered, suddenly looking scared and vulnerable, "I've changed everything that I could think of. Every. Single. Thing. Things that are insignificant, or…or don't even make any sense. I don't know what you want me to do."

"This is about cause and effect, Blaine."

"I know that."

"Everything you change, causes a ripple effect to occur. It is different every-time."

Blaine huffed. "I understand."

His father stood up and walked out into the hall. Blaine rolled his eyes, now was not the time for a heart-to-heart. He looked at the clock, it was still 7:45. There was a large crash from the hallway and Blaine almost poked his head out the door…almost.

"Blaine, stay there."

"I'm here, dad." He watched as his father came back in with a folding chair and propped in up on the floor in front of him. "Sit."

Once they were seated, Blaine sighed impatiently and waited for his father to speak again. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Blaine. Do not worry about me."

"Okay."

"Blaine, being able to change things is about gaining a new perspective. It's about learning to see things in a different light that allows you to gain a whole new self-awareness in your life. This is a gift."

"It feels like a curse," Blaine mumbled.

His father nodded, "I know." He paused before continuing, "You continue to change things that directly affect, or have something to do with you and Kurt. How about changing something that does not appear to affect you two at all?"

"What good would that do?"

"Everything has a cause and an effect," his father repeated. "Step back and look at the situation from a different perspective. Think about changing some part of the situation that you would not normally change."

"Fine. I still don't understand what you mean by letting Kurt go."

"Stop trying to save him. Change something that you believe has nothing to do with you guys." The man looked at his son intently. He wanted him to understand so badly and he wished he could just tell him what to do. Unfortunately, he didn't even know how this was going to end; nobody did. This was about Blaine and his relationship with Kurt. If he succeeded, this event would change their entire dynamic, for better or for worse.

There was nothing he could do but be a guide for his son.

This was it, no matter how much he wished he could do more.

"Are you ready?"

Blaine gave his father a look, "As ready as I'll ever be. After all, it's not every day I get to save the person I love seven times."

Mark returned the look and held out his hand. "Oh, you'd be surprised, Blaine. You would be surprised."

* I have not found any indication that Blaine's parents have been given names, therefore, I have named them myself.