Someone suggested that I continue "The Butterfly Effect" with other characters, and I felt like writing more Blangst, so here's Blaine's wish. I'll try to write a few other characters' too, but it could be a while.

Warning: self-harm

Blaine didn't put a lot of stock in wishes. Sure, he was a dreamer, but he believed in hard work. He knew that he would never be handed something "just because". He knew he had to work hard to earn everything he had.

And he did. He worked hard last year to finally gain Finn's approval. He worked hard as a back-up in the Warblers before becoming their front man. He worked hard to maintain a civil relationship with his parents.

But despite all this, he would still sometimes find himself curled up in bed late at night and covered in a layer of sweat after having just violently come out of a nightmare. And in these terrifying, lonely, dark moments, Blaine would close his eyes and wish harder than anything else.

"I wish I had never asked Andy to the Sadie Hawkins dance. I wish we never went and never got beat up and Andy never moved away."

The morning after one such nightmare, Blaine woke up. It was late December, and he was excited about the Christmas duet he had planned with Tina for glee club that afternoon. But something felt ... off about his room.

It took Blaine a few minutes to realize what it was: all the pictures of Kurt had disappeared from his nightstand. And from his wall. The pictures of the Warblers were gone too. In fact, there were no pictures on Blaine's walls at all. Gone also were his polo and fencing trophies, his old Dalton flag, and his McKinley yearbook. On his desk, instead, was a messy pile of books and papers.

Still confused, Blaine got up and showered, hoping everything would return to normal when he was slightly more awake.

Despite all the minute details that Blaine noticed in his bedroom, he didn't notice the one big change in his bathroom.

When Blaine returned to his room, everything was still missing. The biggest shock, however, was his closet. In place of his colorful pants and sweaters and his large collection of bow ties was a collection of dark t-shirts and jeans. There were a few cardigans and sweatshirts, but they were all muted colors.

"What the hell is going on?" Blaine muttered out loud.

"Ah, I thought you'd never ask," a voice lilted from behind him.

Blaine spun around sharply, almost falling over his feet. Before him, impossibly, stood Rory.

"Rory?" Blaine asked, completely dumbfounded. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm granting your wish."

"My wish?"

"Last night, you wished that you'd never gone to the Sadie Hawkins dance," Rory explained.

"I don't get it... Is this some kind of elaborate joke? Like you flew all the way from Ireland to take down my pictures and mess with my closet because - I don't know, you're pissed that I cheated on Kurt?"

"It's got nothing to do with that, Blaine. Because you never cheated on Kurt."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you never cheated on Kurt because Kurt was never your boyfriend. In fact, Kurt doesn't even know you exist."

Blaine almost fell over. "What's going on, Rory?"

Blaine was absolutely terrified to be walking the halls of Westerville High School again. But according to Rory, this was something that he needed to do.

"Back in your freshman year of high school, Westerville hosted a Sadie Hawkins dance. Instead of going, you and Andy went to the movies," Rory explained as Blaine walked through a hostil hallway. More than once was he slammed into lockers. It was not an experience that he missed. "You never got beaten up. You both stayed at Westerville. Nothing changed."

"Where is Andy now?" Blaine asked. He felt like he was betraying Kurt by so badly wanting to see his old crush, but it had been a long time since Blaine had last laid eyes on the other boy.

"Probably hiding out in a classroom until the hallways clear up and it's safer to walk to class," Rory said.

Blaine felt his heart constrict. Although he hadn't seen Andy since the dance, they had talked a few times. Andy had mentioned how his new school in Boston was so much better than Westerville. He even had a boyfriend by the end of freshman year. But because of Blaine's action - or inaction - Andy never got that.

"Did Andy and I - I mean, are we - ?" Blaine stumbled over the words.

"Are you together?" Rory asked. "No. Neither one of you wanted to do anything that might jeopardize your friendship or safety in the school, so you stayed friends."

"And what about Kurt?"

Rory looked a little bittersweet. "He spied on the Warblers. Had coffee with Wes and David. But he didn't find the same comfort that you had provided. So he stayed at McKinley. He confronted Karofsky and got kissed. Karofsky was expelled and then allowed back in. Junior year was tough for him, but it finally got better when he met Chandler at the music shop. They started dating, but broke up after a month in New York. Both boys wanted something different. Kurt was working hard at Vogue and Chandler was swamped with his schoolwork."

"So, Kurt's fine without me?"

"No," Rory said. "Because even though he seemed happy enough with Chandler, I never once saw Kurt smile at him the way he used to smile at you."

Blaine opened his mouth to respond but was shoved into the lockers more forcefully than before. He fell to the ground with a barely stifled sob.

"It's like, all those feelings from back then came back to me in full force today," he admitted to Rory when the younger boy helped him up. "I thought that if the dance didn't happen, thing would be better. I wouldn't feel so guilty and weak all the time."

"Let me show you something," Rory said.

The halls were almost empty as Rory led Blaine to a bathroom across the school. When Blaine opened the door, the occupant jumped back in surprise, dropping something into the sink.

"Blaine!" the boy gasped.

Blaine could only look at Andy in shock. Andy was no longer the confident and smiley boy that Blaine remembered. He was thin, his hair was stringy, and his skin was pale. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the blood leaking down Andy's arm and falling into the sink. The blood that dripped from the edge of a silver razor blade. The blood that Andy tried to hide.

"Andy," Blaine whispered. "What - How long?"

Andy drew in a shuddering breath, trying to fight the tears. "A while, Blaine," he admitted quietly.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped you!"

"Come on, Blaine," Andy said weakly. "We both get too much shit to have to be hovering over each other, too."

"Please," Blaine begged, "let me help."

Without waiting for a reply, Blaine dampened a paper towel and wiped it over Andy's arm. He wrapped another over the newest cuts, trying to ignore the many other scars and the guilt gnawing at his stomach, and created a makeshift bandage.

When Blaine was done, he wrapped Andy in a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry," Blaine whispered to his friend. "This is all my fault. If I had just - been less selfish. If I had just asked, if I had just noticed -"

"Blaine," Andy cut him off. "I didn't want you to notice. I know how hard you try to make this place feel less like hell, and I didn't want you to feel any extra pressure. This isn't your fault."

"It is," Blaine whispered, letting a sob loose. "I just wish I hadn't even made that wish in the first place! I wish I had asked you to than damn dance!"

It all happened very quickly. Blaine could see Rory grin from his reflection in the mirror. The Irish boy raised a hand, and suddenly Blaine was waking up in another cold sweat on his bed.

It took him a few minutes to catch his breath and get a sense of his bearings. Once he noticed all his photos of Kurt were back in place, Blaine's heart slowed down. He reached over to his night stand and picked up his phone.

I know we haven't talked much lately, but I just want to say that I miss you and I'm glad we got out of there. Merry early Christmas, Andy.