A/N: Okay guys! Just wanted to crank out chapter two for you! I'm going to tell you now the first chapter was first person Kurt's POV. The story will continue to be written in first person but at this point in time, it will switch between three people. Kurt, Blaine, and a person who shall for the time being, remain nameless but yes, they are a canon character in the show. See if you can't figure it out before they're revealed and I may make them do OOC stuff, just to throw you guys off. XD That said, you will know when it's the mysterious POV simply by the fact that all Kurt's and Blaine's POV parts will be labeled at the start either Kurt's POV or Blaine's POV. The mystery character will have nothing. Enough of me rambling on with the chapter!

Kurt: By the way, KABG does not own us or Glee, just the plot.

Me: Thank you Kurt.

Kurt: You're welcome.

Deftly sickening. I was appalled. Staring into the glass globe sitting in front of me. My day job is much easier than this here little ditty. I am a timekeeper but I am a powerful timekeeper. I am a quadrant leader, not merely a state leader than can only hold leadership for a grand total of eight months at a time. Though I will admit, I will have to run for the next election of the Ohio State Timekeepers leader. I need to be in charge now.

My eyes watched the two boys waking from their hotel night and preparing to leave. There was a long drive ahead of them and they should be thankful it was a Saturday. But Stefan knew. I had forbid him to give anyone to Kurt.

Now this Blaine was going to move in and snatch my precious boy away from me. I stuck to fingers in my mouth and whistled sharply.

"You whistled?" came a voice. I turned to see the meerkat boy standing in the doorway of my office.

My eyes narrowed as I pointed a finger at him. "Smythe! You were supposed to prevent the council from discovering that Blaine Anderson was a timekeeper!" I scolded, stamping my foot.

The boy swallowed. "I tried. Something malfunctioned when I attempted to bind his power."

I stared at him. "You idiot! Did I not tell you that mistakes were unacceptable?"

"Yes." He looked frightened and defeated. Good.

"Now Blaine knows my Kurt and he will be going to McKinley!"

There was silence from the boy who straightened his Dalton tie and coughed. "Why don't you thwart him there?" he asked quietly. I gave him the darkest look I have ever given anyone.

"Anything I try to do, Kurt will get effected too because as Blaine's mentor, he has to stay by his side for a whole year! I'll be damned if I wait a year to banish Blaine from Kurt's existence!"

The meerkat boy just stared at me. Oh it was so good to see those stupid little smirks wiped from his face. I was probably the only person he feared. Pathetic really. He was standing there watching me. I had a momentary flare to tell him that he was to follow Blaine and transfer to McKinley, get him out of that school but I knew he would be no use to me anymore. Not now. Even though I knew the kid was desperate to get into his pants.

"Go back to Dalton. You are no use to me anymore. I'm going to have to do something drastic."

Smythe stared at me. "What are you going to do?"

A wicked smirk crossed my face. "I'm going to botch a major rule and remove a chunk of time from their lives so great, their whole world will fall right into confusion."

The boy widened his eyes. "You're sending them to the future? But Kurt doesn't know yet about the ways of reversing timekeeper time changes! And literally doing something like that is against timekeeper code! We're not meant for time travel! You know that!"

I turned on him. "Exactly! I hate to hurt my Kurt but seeing as he is Blaine's mentor now, doing this will set him up to fail Blaine miserably and hopefully, Blaine will deny his timekeeping powers and decide he wants nothing to do with Kurt or any of it. Breaking the rules yes, but it will be worth it if it works in my favor!" He stared at me. "Now get out my sight!"

The boy wasted no time running from my office. Come Monday, my plan would be in action.

Blaine's POV

"Kurt, are you sure about this?" I asked, looking up at the school building that was McKinley. It was Monday morning. When we had woken on Saturday, slightly embarrassed at being wrapped in each other's arms, we spent the rest of the weekend setting me up to start school that very week. I was nervous of course. I'd run from public school and now, I had to go back.

"Of course I'm sure," Kurt said. He reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze.

God this boy was beautiful. His perfect coifed hair. His tall stature, his thin frame, his pale skin, and God his eyes! Those beautiful glasz eyes! I couldn't stop staring at them.

I swallowed, nodding my head and willing Kurt not to let go of my hand. He didn't as he started to pull me up the steps and into the building.

McKinley looked no different than the last public school I had attended. That brought back a few painful memories. But I wanted Kurt to be my mentor. He was the only one Stefan said that could do me any good because he was a teenager and he was a born timekeeper like I was.

We started to walk down the hall but were stopped abruptly by three football players.

"This your new boyfriend Hummel?" spat a heavy set African-American guy in the middle.

Kurt narrowed his eyes. The boy seemed to have a lot of practice with this. As for me, I was scared stiffed. Did Kurt not notice that the three of them were holding slushies? "Back off Azimio!" Kurt spat, his tongue just as sharp if not more so as the jock's.

For a moment, there was silence. And than the three jocks broke out in laughter. The one called Azimio clutched his cup tighter and spoke again. "You really think that just because Karofsky led a union of protection against you last year, it meant things would be different? Well guess what fairy? Karofsky's gone and so is his little anti-bullying movement. So we've got a present for you! And your little boyfriend too!"

Kurt opened his mouth for a retort but the next thing I knew, the two of us were covered in the contents of three slushies. All three jocks were walking off laughing. Kurt grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the bathroom.

"My eyes!" I cried, my free hand rushing up to rub them. It only made the stinging worse.

"I know Blaine," I heard Kurt say. "Just hold on."

In the next moment, I heard the sound of running water. I squeezed my eyes shut and a second later, I felt a gentle pressure wiping at them. When I felt like I could open them again, I saw that Kurt was standing there, dripping in the red slushie, gently wiping at my face with a damp paper towel.

"There, is that better?" he asked. I looked at him gratefully. He was probably used to this. His lips held a soft smile and my eyes were drawn to them. I wanted to kiss them. I wanted to kiss them so very badly. "Blaine?" he asked.

"Huh?" I hadn't realized I'd been musing.

"I asked if it was better," he repeated. I smiled.

"Oh, yeah. Much, thank you."

Kurt went to work cleaning himself off, the soft smile still on his face. "I'm sorry you had to experience that," he said. I looked at him, watching him wipe away the red ice. "I'm afraid if you're going to hang with me, it's something you might have to deal with."

"I don't care," I said suddenly. The words had come out without me thinking.

The other boy looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "What?" he asked in a bewildered voice.

I decided to chance things. I took both his hands. "If it means I get to spend a lot of time with you, I don't care." Kurt blushed. I realized I meant it. I wanted to spend as much time with Kurt as I could.

"Blaine," he whispered quietly. I smiled at him and he blushed again.

"You're cute when you blush," I said, again words spitting out without thinking. What was wrong with me today? He only blushed harder. Yep, definitely worth it.

I nearly shouted with joy when those jocks managed to slushie that Blaine Anderson. Though I was not amused their main target had still been Kurt. I would have to speak with them later.

Although, given my plan, I was sure I wouldn't need to. It was Monday. Time to put the plan into action. And seeing as the boys were in the bathroom, they were alone. Perfect. I was a genius.

I stood outside the bathroom. "Well boys, you wanted to timekeep together, try fixing this!" I said. With a knowing smirk on my face, I pressed a button on my watch. Seconds later, I heard the thuds inside the bathroom, knowing that my plan had been put in motion. Smirking still, I turned and strutted back off down the hall.

I hated doing this to Kurt but it had to be done. I probably should notify Principal Figgins that Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson might not be in school for an unknown period of time.

The best thing about this, I'd made no arrangements to time progress their age.

Kurt's POV

I groaned heavily and blinked my eyes open. What in the world had happened? A beeping sound met my ears and it took me a moment to realize it was coming from my timekeeping watch.

Pulling myself up to a sitting position, I glanced at it. A message was displayed on the screen.

Time jump overload

I had no idea what that meant. I'd never seen such a message before. Groaning was the next sound I heard and I turned to realize Blaine was stirring on the floor just next to me. Forgetting the odd message on my watched I turned my attention to him. "Blaine!"

He blinked his eyes open and looked up at me. "Kurt?" he asked groggily. I nodded and helped him sit up. "What happened?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I don't know," I said honestly.

More beeping met my ears and I looked at Blaine's watch. It was displaying the same thing mine was. He looked at it.

"Time jump overload? What does that mean?" I shrugged.

"I have no idea. But mine's saying the same thing. It can't be anything good."

The flushing of a toilet broke the air and I realized we weren't in the bathroom alone anymore but the next thing I heard threw me for a loop because it was not something that you would ever hear in the boy's bathroom at McKinley high school.

"Thank you for using the McKinley High first floor boy's restroom toilets. Your business has been properly disposed of. Have a nice day."

I gave Blaine a look that was a cross between disgust and complete and utter confusion. The last I knew, the toilets did not thank you for your service. And unless a drastic change had been made in the last forty-eight to seventy-two hours, which I doubted because the school budget would never be able to afford this, than something was seriously wrong.

The two of us sat frozen on the floor as a stall door opened and a boy dressed like someone out of the future stepped out. He spotted us on the floor and raised an eyebrow.

"What's you guys doing down there?" he asked. I cringed at his bad grammar. "And where'd you gets those antique clothes?" I glared at him and brought myself to my feet, looking him straight in the eye.

"Excuse me?" I stated harshly. Blaine looked worried. He was biting his lip. "I'll have you know that these are Alexander McQueen and Marc Jacobs designer clothes. They are certainly not antiques!

The boy looked at me weird and inclined his head. "Are they designers that lived over a hundred years ago?" he asked. I froze.

"A…hundred years ago?" He was now looking at me like I was mentally ill or something. "What year is it?" I asked. Now it was clear he thought I was crazy.

"It's twenty-one-twelve," he replied. "Ev'ryone knows that's!" Without another word and a scathing look, he washed his hands in a sink that now did all the work on its own, sprayed the water, applied the soap, scrubbed the soap and rinsed, than immediately air dried his hands. Then he left the bathroom.

I dropped to the floor beside Blaine. He looked as scared as I felt.

"Kurt?" he said in a small voice, I turned and looked at him. "What exactly does this mean?"

My eyes traveled to the door, which I noticed was now only a sliding panel and stared at it for several moments. "It's means we've traveled one hundred years into the future," I said finally as horror washed right over my face.

"How bad is that?" Blaine asked, his voice still small.

I looked at him again. "Bad. Really bad. It means whoever sent us here has broken a serious rule about being a timekeeper. We're not meant to meddle with peoples time lines."

Blaine took a breath. "I've read that we can't use it for our own benefits and we're not supposed to meddle in the future or the past." I nodded my head. Somebody had no qualms about fucking with the rules. They would need to be punished. The question was why had they done it in the first place?

"We're meant to take patches of time but we don't always keep them forever. It's only necessary when someone needs to forget a memory, or tries to squash it out of their heads or when time seems to go faster or if someone suffers amnesia or experience what people call missing time, which is commonly seen to be caused by alien abduction. Those are the things we're meant to work with, not removing huge chunks of time or stopping time for our own gain or exploring the past or future."

Blaine sat quietly listening to me and the two of us elapsed in silence. "So, how do we fix it?"

For the first time I gave him an apologetic look. "I don't know." I shook my head and Blaine sighed. "Time reversal is an extremely rare action to take and it's only meant to be used in emergencies in which an error needs to be corrected. But it's needed so little that it's not part of the normal curriculum to teach how to do it. Most timekeepers will never have the need to in their lifetime."

He gave me a solemn look. "Well, if we ever get out of this mess, I'm sure it will be added as a precaution." I nodded my head. No doubt it would be.

"Are you aware of what you have done?" the man spat.

I yawned and looked at Stefan with bored eyes. "Of course. I sent a couple of teenagers with no knowledge of time reversal maneuvers one hundred years in the future."

Stefan glowered at me. "Exactly! You breeched a very large rip in rule violation! You could have your abilities stripped for this!" I yawned again, not really all that threatened by him. I was the higher power after all.

"As if. I am higher than you. No one would dare punish me."

He scowled and slammed a fist down on my desk, glaring me in the eyes. "Your rank does not matter! It doesn't qualify you for special privileges! No rank as a timekeeper does! We are all equal! You want to tell me why you violated code and sent two teenage timekeepers to the future?"

I raised an eyebrow and stood, slapping my hands on my desk and leaning forward. "I specifically told you Hummel was not to mentor anyone. He belongs to me! And Blaine Anderson was not to know he was a timekeeper! If you'd done what I asked in the first place both boys would still be going about their usual routines!"

"Kurt was the only one capable of mentoring Blaine! And what the hell do you mean Kurt belongs to you? He's gay! You can never have him!"

I sneered in his face. "Who said I meant it in that way? No, Hummel will always be my property. By the end of this fiasco, Blaine will deny himself as a timekeeper and not want anything to do with Kurt! And then, Kurt will be all mine again."

Stefan's eyes flashed at me.

"This will be fixed! And mark my words, it will not go in your favor!" he shouted.

I watched him turn and storm out of my office. Like he really thought he could pull one over on me. I was much better than he'd ever be. Yes, I would have to run for leadership at the next Ohio State Timekeepers election.

Blaine's POV

"Kurt," I said. He looked over at me. The two of us had been sitting in silence on the floor of the boy's bathroom for some time. We were both mulling over the situation.

"What is it Blaine?" he asked softly. Sensing the fear that I knew we were both feeling, he scooted closer to me. I immediately molded into him, settling myself with my head on his shoulder. He let go of my hand and encircled his arm around my waist, subconsciously placing a kiss on the top of my head. We both blushed.

"We have to leave the bathroom. We can't just hide out in here all day," I said. I didn't even know what time it was.

Kurt looked at me for a moment. "You're right."

Neither of us had any idea how we were going to manage that. How did we slip out of this school without anyone seeing us? We'd have to go when everyone was in class. But we had no way of knowing when that was.

Kurt stood up, and I shuddered at the loss of contact. God I just wanted to be near him. Was it wrong to feel this way about someone you just met so fast? He walked cautiously to the door, which slid open the moment he approached it. He jumped. It was kind of cute.

I watched him peak out his head and look both ways. Then he looked back at me and held out his hand. "Coast is clear," he said.

"Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded. I stood up and took his hand.

"Let's make a break for it," he said. I nodded again. Kurt mentally seemed to be counting to three and I counted with him. At the same time, the two of us ran from the bathroom, down the hall and out the front door of the school where we came to a halt.

It was like nothing either of us had ever seen. All the buildings were futuristic. Well, the one's we could see anyway. The cars in the parking lot were hovering in their spaces and we could see other cars flying out on the street. No one drove anymore apparently. I wondered how long it had been since cars started flying.

"Gaga!" Kurt said. I looked at him, giggling. It was cute. "Don't laugh at me," he whined. Without thinking I pecked him on the cheek. We both flushed. What the hell was with this affection?

"It's like something out of a futuristic movie," I said.

"Or Back To The Future part two," he added. I grinned. He was right about that.

"Or even that Family Guy episode where Stewie and Brian jumped dimensions," I said. Kurt looked at me and shook his head. "What?" I asked.

He wrinkled his nose, a fact I found unbearably cute. "Ugh, I can't believe you watch that show."

"What's wrong with watching Family Guy? I think it's funny," I said.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding me? It's degrading and disgusting." Well, I guess we had found our first thing we disagreed on. I wasn't really all that surprised though. Kurt had basically already admitted that the only thing masculine about him was his knowledge about cars. So why would he like a show like Family Guy?

"I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree than," I said. He smirked.

"I guess so Mr. Anderson." I shook my head at him.

Things got serious again rather quickly though. We were both looking around in confusion. Neither one of us knowing exactly what to do next. We were just kind of standing there dumbly. Well, this was certainly not how I had imagined my first day back in public school.

Kurt was still gripping my hand. He gave a little tug and started walking. I walked with him. "Do you think The Lima Bean still exists?" he asked me. I looked at him for a moment.

"After one hundred years Kurt?" He shrugged. "Not likely," I said, shaking my head.

A sigh left my new friend and he stared at the ground as we walked. We both knew I was right. No way would the coffee shop still be standing after a century. Well, it might physically be standing but by now it was probably something else.

"Same probably goes for Breadstix," he said after a moment of silence.

Great. All the places we knew and loved would not exist anymore. All of our friends would be resting comfortable in their graves by now and surely their children might be as well.

"Hey, do you think maybe any relatives of our friends might still live in Lima and Westerville?" I asked.

Kurt looked thoughtful for a moment. It was a long shot but it was worth something. "Yeah, like maybe grandkids or great-grandkids. But if they have different last names…"

"We might have to look through alumni and family trees maybe," I finished for him. "I'm sure we can find something." Kurt nodded.

"Okay," he said. "Let's start at the library. They might have alumni books on the town."

So with a place to actually start our search and try and get stable ground in this new future, Kurt and I headed for the library, hoping that there still was one and that such things as books were still available in this world. We knew that we couldn't do this alone. We would need help. Of course, it would be more convenient if that help came in the form of a timekeeper.

A/N: End of chapter two! So, I had no idea until earlier today that this would be where I'd go with this story. But I think it makes an interesting twist. So what do you think? Any ideas who our mystery person is? The only clue you can find is their gender though that clue is rather sugarcoated and not blunt. You'd have to be paying attention to what you're reading to catch it but it is there. Reviews make me smile!

Kurt: Maybe one of their descendents could be a timekeeper?

Blaine: Babe, isn't that too easy?

Me: Blaine, you and Kurt aren't Klaine yet here. You can't call him that right now because you'll confuse the readers.

Kurt: Blaine me can call me whatever he wants!*glares*

Blaine: Yeah, I can! This is just a story not real life!

Me: Who said you guys were real life?

Kurt: …

Blaine: …

Me: That shut you up. Anyway, review! See you next chapter!