A.N.: I really love this...but the idea kinda fascinates and terrifies me at the same time...

Chapter Notes: "The silence isn't so bad 'til I look at my hands and feel sad, 'cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly. I'll find repose in new ways, though I haven't slept in two days, 'cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone. But drenched in vanilla twilight I'll sit on the front porch all night, waist deep in thought, because, when I think of you, I don't feel so alone…" (Owl City-Vanilla Twilight)


Blaine didn't know what he was supposed to do as he sat in the dark and empty auditorium by himself. He didn't want to go out there and risk running into any of his so called friends or, even worse, Sheila. He couldn't help but wonder if they had had sex yet, and the mere thought of it made him shudder.

He and Kurt hadn't gone all the way yet, but although Blaine wanted Kurt more than anything, he didn't mind waiting. He just wanted everything to be right for the younger boy. He wanted Kurt to be comfortable when they finally made love.

And he didn't even mind waiting one bit. Because he knew that Kurt was more than worth the wait…

Blaine felt as if all air was knocked out of him as a realization hit him. If he was caught here, if it should turn out that this wasn't all just a weird dream or a mistake and he had really just made up Dalton and…and Kurt…then he would never ever see the beautiful countertenor again.

He fell onto his knees, gasping for air, tears stinging in his eyes. Strangely enough it almost was as if he heard Kurt's voice telling him to have courage. He shook his head at himself as he slowly managed to gather enough of his composure to get back on his feet again.

He stood and looked around, not quite knowing what to do. Since he didn't want to go out there and run into anyone he just decided to do what Kurt (and by extension New Directions) had taught him to do whenever he was overwhelmed by his feelings and didn't know how to put them into words.

So he just slowly walked up the stairs onto the dark stage. Closing his eyes he let go of his surrounding and just imagined Kurt sitting in front of him, a soft smile playing on his lips, while his glasz eyes sparkled with delight at seeing Blaine perform, his cheeks slightly flushed as he held Blaine's stare.

Blaine smiled at the image, while he tried to think of a song to express his feelings at the moment, but there were just too many. But suddenly he remembered a song of an artist Kurt admired greatly. Blaine grinned. It would do. It wasn't perfect, but many of the lyrics just fit perfectly.

I saw a picture of you

Hanging in an empty hallway

I heard a voice that I knew

And I couldn't walk away

It took me back to the end

Of everything

I taste it all I taste it all

The tears again

Outside the rain's fallin' down

There's not a drop that hits me

Scream at the sky but no sound

Is leavin' my lips

It's like I can't even feel

After the way you touched me

I'm not asleep but I'm not awake

After the way you loved me

Blaine poured all of his stowed of emotion into the notes he belted out. There was no music accompanying him, but he didn't need any. All he needed was the image of Kurt in front of his inner eye.

I can't turn this around

I keep running into walls that I can't break down

I said I just wander around

With my eyes wide shut because of you

I'm a sleepwalker walker walker

I'm a sleepwalker walker walker

Let me out of this dream

When he sang this line he realized the truth in it. He realized that the decision that Wes and David had wanted him to make wasn't much of a decision anyways. He had his mind made up already. He couldn't live without Kurt, for better or for worse.

Everywhere that I go

I see another memory

And all the places we used to know

They're always there to haunt me

I walk around and I feel so lost and lonely

You're everything that I want

But you don't want me

So many memories. While he was singing Blaine asked how it could possibly be that he had just made up all of it. Dalton he understood, what with his Harry Potter obsession, but he was pretty sure that there was no way his mind could have come up with someone as flawless and amazing as Kurt. It just couldn't all just have been a dream.

I can't turn this around

I keep running into walls that I can't break down

I said I just wander around

With my eyes wide shut because of you

I'm a sleepwalker walker walker

I'm a sleepwalker walker walker

Let me out of this dream, dream

Let me out of this dream

I can't turn this around

I keep running into walls that I can't break down

I said I just wander around

With my eyes wide shut because of you

I'm a sleepwalker walker walker

I'm a sleepwalker walker walker

I'm a sleepwalker walker walker

I'm a sleepwalker walker walker

Let me out of this dream

Blaine held the last note way longer than the original required, but he had some much pent-up emotion boiling inside of him, he just had to. He ended the song, falling onto his hands and knees, tears streaming down his face.

"KURT PLEASE JUST TAKE ME BACK!" he yelled "please…" he sobbed more quietly after taking a few deep breaths.

He froze when he heard clapping, his head darting up to see who it was. It were Wes and David.

"I…I thought you guys had left…thinking that I was a complete nutjob…" he said weakly, dragging himself onto his feet.

The two boys looked up at him and sighed.

"To be honest, we did." Wes started.

"Yeah…you have to admit the story you told us is pretty freaking insane." David continued.

"But there was something in your eyes that made us stop. Something that for some reason made us want to go back."

"And then we found you here…singing like that…and…we believe you…" David added.

"Yeah…as crazy as it sounds…we're gonna try and help you find out what happened." Wes concluded.

Blaine stared at them blankly for a moment. Then he frowned ever so slightly.

"Are you guys together?" he asked out of the blue.

"We…" David started, but he was cut off by Wes who just took his hand.

"How did you know?"

Blaine barely bit back laughter and an "I knew it!" that would have most likely informed the whole school of their whereabouts.

"Lucky guess." he shrugged it off. "Thanks guys." he continued. "I know that you have absolutely no reason to believe anything I said and just…thanks…" he mumbled.

"You're wrong you know?" Wes said.

"Wrong about what?" Blaine wanted to know.

"What he means is that we have a reason to believe you. We can see the love in your eyes every time a thought of that mysterious Kurt Hummel crosses your mind."

"Yeah…there is just no way someone can be so deeply in love with someone who doesn't exist."

Blaine smiled at his two new old best friends weakly.

"Ok…now…for now you can't afford to raise any suspicion, so you just have to act as much as your 'normal'" David supported his words with quotation marks "self as possible…at least for now…we could meet up after school."

Blaine nodded. Then

"Oh…damn…that Sheila girl…my…you-know-what…she has some kind of cheerleading something thing today and she's supposed to come over to my place after…" Blaine winced.

His two friends looked at him sympathetically.

"Well…doesn't matter. Just give us your phone number and we'll call you as soon as we find something." Wes said after a short while of contemplative silence.

"You…you would do that?" Blaine asked, disbelief coloring his tone.

"Yes…yes we would…" David shrugged.

Blaine didn't even know how to out his gratefulness into words so he just lunged forward and hugged the two boys. They were clearly shocked, but not in a negative way.

"Ok…now we just have to make sure that you know how to behave…"

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The day had been a torture for Blaine so far. He had sat through 4 hours of a stupid cheerleading competition. Of course the choreos and the music was great, but even though he could tell that all of the girls were pretty hot by most standards, none of them appealed to him.

There was just that one little fact about them that made them uninteresting. The same thing that made the muscular male cheerleaders completely unattractive to him. They had nothing on his boyfriend in his cheerios uniform.

Blaine unconsciously licked his lips as he thought of Kurt's '4 minutes' performance. He then caught a glimpse of Sheila smiling at him seductively what caused him to shift uncomfortably. He could barely contain a groan as he met her eyes and she winked at him. He forced himself to smile at her.

He didn't like her. That wasn't usually like him at all. He didn't dislike people he barely knew. He just didn't. So he didn't really know what it was that was different with her. He figured it might be connected to the fact that, even though he knew it was a stupid thing to do, he held her responsible for being in a place where Kurt actually belonged.

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That was probably the reason why he might have overreacted a little when she was all over him as soon as they got into his car.

"Look I'm not in the mood right now ok? Let's just get to my place ok?" he grumbled and Sheila stared at him incredulously.

"Ok fine." she bit back. "But seriously though loosen up a bit. You've been acting weird all day and then you run off with those Glee fags."

Blaine stopped his car abruptly, causing her to yelp as he turned to glare at her.

"Do not…use this word…" he pressed out, having a hard time controlling himself as he thought of all the pain this word and all the hate that came with it had caused him, him and Kurt both "Just don't." he finished.

Sheila just stared at him, slackjawed.

When they finally made it to his house Blaine was surprised to find his parents at home. It was only 7 pm after all.

"Hey kids…how was school?" Richard asked.

"Ok." Blaine replied curtly while Sheila excitedly broke out into a detailed description of everything.

Blaine couldn't help himself, he smiled a little at that. It reminded him of Kurt gushing on about this and that. He could practically see the excited glow in his eyes, the slight blush of excitement on his face, hear the slightly higher pitch that Kurt's voice got when he was excited or the considerably lower pitch when he leaned in on Blaine and told him something secret.

He regretted not paying attention to his surroundings as he suddenly found himself on his back on the couch, Sheila straddling his legs while she was kissing him and getting rid of his jacket and button down quickly.

He was very aware of his parents being just next door, and he knew he couldn't push the girl off, but he kept imagining Kurt walking in on them, face scrunching up in confusion before his eyes widened in realization and then clouded with hurt as he ran off, and it was making it rather hard for him to just let her do it.

Sheila now began sliding lower, kissing and biting her way down his neck, over his collarbone and deeper, while her hands fumbled with the button of his jeans. Blaine shut his eyes tightly imagining that it was Kurt's soft mouth on his sensitive skin, Kurt's hands unzipping his pants. Kurt palming his hardening member.

"Ngh…Kurt…" he moaned.

He froze as Sheila stopped her administrations to stare at him,, making him realize what he had just said, and blush violently.

"Urm…" he stuttered, writhing under her scrutinizing stare.

He was saved by the sound of his cellphone buzzing which gave him the perfect excuse to drop her and get it.

"Bl…Blaine Anderson?"

"Blaine…it's Wes…David and I…I think…I think we have found your Kurt…"

"I'll be right there."

Blaine just grabbed his car keys and ran out of the door yelling something of having to go asap, his cellphone still in his hand. He couldn't believe his luck. If they had found Kurt everything was going to be alright again.

He didn't even stop to consider that given the fact that this was obviously a completely different reality than the one he remembered, Kurt might be different as well.


Chapter End Notes: So…it's 6:30 am I haven't slept at all tonight and I have to get up at 9 to do some important stuff…whatever…so this is as far as this goes :D

Yes I did go there, I just adore the concept of Wevid…

I hope you liked this chapter, just review and tell me what you think.

I don't know when the next chapters will be up, because from this point on the last chapters develop into three different directions, which, as previously announced, I am going to put up all, for you to choose your personal favorite from :D

Hugs and butterfly kisses

CITC ;D

Oh and on a side note…although I'd love to I do not own or want to pretend to own 'Sleepwalker' by Adam Lambert…cause really…I don't…