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and onward we go...

The first thing Blaine realizes when he wakes up is that he is cold. He shivers, and then realizes that that was a terrible idea, because it just makes his body realize exactly where all of his aches and pains are.

Park benches are not as comfortable as they seem in the movies.

Wincing, Blaine sits up slowly and starts to stretch out his stiff body. As he rubs grit from his eyes and yawns, the events of yesterday come rushing back to him. He drops his face into his hands and sighs. At least it was spring break and he didn't have to deal with school for another week.

"I'm not crazy, you know."

Blaine jumps, accidentally jamming the heel of his palm into his black eye. Swearing softly, he manages to stop himself from falling off the bench. He turns to find the kid from yesterday sitting on the ground next to the bench, frowning up at him. Blaine sighs as his heart rate goes back to normal.

"Do you normally wake people up like this?" He inquires. Evan ignores him.

"I'm not. I figured that must've been why you ran off yesterday. You thought that I was crazy, and that scared you off. Well, I'm not….although, a lot of people have told me so." He adds thoughtfully.

Blaine blinks at him. It is too early for this.

"Well, if you aren't crazy, what are you? Suicidal?"

"What?" Evan blinks at him, wide eyed. "Why would you say something like that?"

Blaine stares at him. The kid is serious.

"And you wouldn't believe me even if I told you. About what I am, I mean." Evan continues.

Blaine eyes him for a minute, still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Okay, I'll bite." He says finally, throwing his hands up and sighing. "Try me. I haven't got anything better to do today."

He leans forward, propping his body up on his legs, and waits for Evan to speak.

Evan hesitates, and then sighs.

"Okay, fine. I'm from the future." He screws his eyes shut and waits for Blaine to start laughing at him.

Blaine does not laugh. He just nods to himself and leans back against the bench. He stares up at the sky for a few minutes, watching the clouds fly by.

"Well," he says finally. "One of us is crazy. Either I've finally cracked and have dreamed up a person who can get me out of here, or you're delusional."

He pauses for a beat.

"Or maybe both. Maybe we've both lost it and are sitting in some padded room together, laughing wildly at thin air and rocking against the restraints."

Evan looks confused for a moment, then brushes it off and pouts.

"I told you that you wouldn't believe me."

They sit in silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts.

Blaine wonders a little more about his theory, then shakes his head.

What the hell, he finds himself thinking, it's not like I've got anything else to do today.

Blaine sighs again (he's been doing that an awful lot lately- that can't be good for his oxygen intake. Can too much air hurt your brain?) shakes his head and looks back down at Evan.

"Alright. So, say, by some chance, you are telling the truth, are not delusional, and are really from the future. How would you prove it?"

Evan whips his head up to look at him, gaping.

"You believe me?"

Blaine shrugs.

"Stranger things have happened. And it's not like I've got anything going for me here. Maybe the future is a better place."

Evan scrambles to his feet and plops down onto the bench next to Blaine. His odd hat is crooked, like he just jammed it on his head while running out the door. Evan is also wearing the same clothes as yesterday. The asymmetrical jacket, the tall laced-up boots; he has his chin propped up on one purple gloved hand. Blaine opens his mouth to ask again, but Evan holds up a finger for silence.

"Shhhh, I'm thinking about how to prove to you I'm from the future."

Blaine sits back. After a long minute, Evan grins and sits up.

"Got it!...maybe. What grade are you in?"

"Um, finishing freshman year. Why?"

Evan gives him a pleading look.

"Don't…don't hate me, alright?" He takes a deep breath.

"Last summer, you came out to your parents. Your mom, though a little shocked, at least tried to be okay with it. But your dad…wasn't as accepting."

Blaine feels himself tense up, a hand bunching up the material of his pants as Evan keeps talking.

"He tried spending more time with you, doing 'manly things'- you guys fixed up a car together and you hated every second of it."

Blaine interrupts, trying to keep his voice steady.

"What does this have to do with you being from the future?"

Evan gives him a nervous look.

"Because you haven't met…I mean…you haven't told anyone about this stuff. No one knows except you."

"And you apparently. But this is stuff you could know just from neighborhood and school gossip. It doesn't prove anything."

"He hit you." Evan says quietly. Blaine goes very still.

"Last summer, when you came out to your parents. Your father hit you." Evans voice cracks. "If anyone had asked, you would have told them that you fell or ran into a door. But, no one did ask."

Blaine is frozen on the bench next to him.

"How…" Blaine tries to clear his throat. "How do you know that?"

He looks at Evan, and realizes that the other boy is crying quietly.

"S-sorry." Evan mutters, swiping at his eyes. "I cry to easily, like my dad. Doesn't matter what emotion it is; just waterworks everywhere if it's strong enough. Julia teases me about it all the time."

"Who?"

"My sist- dammit." He claps his hands over his face. "I shouldn't have said anything about that." Evan grinds the heels of his palms into his eye sockets. "and I know all that because you, well, future-you, told me."

Blaine is still a little skeptical. He shakes off the little voice that says that Evan is telling the truth, or at least believes he is. Blaine sighs again.

"Well, even it future me told you that…if you're from the future, why don't you just show me how you got here?"

Evan stares at him for a second. Then he slaps himself on the forehead.

"Duh. Duh, Eth." He jumps up suddenly. "C'mon, I'll show you."

He starts to walk towards the strip of trees nearby, glancing over his shoulder to see if Blaine was following him. Blaine shrugs to himself, and then grabs his backpack.

Again, it wasn't like he had anything better to do today.

Ah, sorry for such a short chapter. I hate to end it there and leave you all hanging, but I'll be gone for the week with no internet access and wanted to get at least this much to ya'll before I left.

I realized that I sounded very whiny and needy in my last note- it was late. Now, it is early.

Leave me plenty of reveiws to come back to, duckies!

~commontater