Hello again. That is if anybody still cares enough to read. I know it's been a while, but if you knew me and how lazy I am, you'd understand.

Did anybody see 'The New Rachel'? Stupid question, of course you have. Although I live in the UK (ENGLAND!) so had to watch it online, and computers hate me. I really liked it. I love that Blaine is 'The New Rahcel' as it were, and I love 'It's Time'. But Darren Criss/Blaine Anderson can sing anything an I love it.

Oh! I've got Tumblr now... I really don't understnad what it is, or what I do with it, but I have it. If anyone could tell me what the hell I do with Tumblr, that'd be much appreciated.

Anyway, I don't own GLEE!

You make me

Feel like I'm living a

Teenage Dream…

Blaine woke up, still fuming from the day before, and regretting more and more each day how early he had to get up for his stupid job. He wasn't prepared to face all the people he had pissed off, or go to work knowing he wouldn't see Kurt again.

But there was something weird. His phone never played the same song two days in a row. I mean, what are the odds of that? To pick the same song out of the hundreds he owned. It was random for a reason.

"Morning sleepy head." Cooper said teasingly, as Blaine trudged into the kitchen.

"Oh, so you're talking to me now, are you?" Blaine was surprised and confused, but mostly just angry.

Cooper looked just as surprised and confused as Blaine felt, "When was I not talking to you?"

"Last night. You were talking about money on the phone, you were terrified Cooper, and when I tried to help, you ran out the apartment."

Cooper paled at the mention of money, but other than that, showed no recollection of what had happened. "That didn't happen. Blaine, are you feeling ok?"

Blaine was not ok. Sure Cooper sometimes wouldn't tell him what was happening, but he never played dumb like this. "Maybe, I dreamt it."

"OK," Cooper wasn't convinced, "Shouldn't you be going now?"

"It's only 7:50." Whereas Blaine had been planning to do the marking he missed out on yesterday, he didn't need to be at work 'til 8:45.

"Yes, and yesterday you told me you had a meeting at 8 o'clock sharp. True, maybe I should have woken you up earlier, so you wouldn't be late, but you just looked to peaceful."

It was far too early for Blaine to have to deal with Cooper's games, "I had and missed a meeting yesterday if that's what you mean-"

"Yesterday was Sunday."

If Blaine was confused before, now he was completely lost with no hope of return. "What's the date today?"

"February 2nd ."

"Yesterday was the 2nd-"

"No, yesterday was the 1st, hence why today is the 2nd."

Blaine was freaking out. If this was a joke, Cooper had taken it way too far. "Cooper, this isn't funny anymore, cut it out."

"You really are a mess this morning, did you get any sleep?"

"I, I, um…"

"Ok, you are a wreck. Here take my coffee, but you really gotta go." Cooper handed Blaine the coffee and lead him to the door. Blaine had no idea what was happening.

Blaine walked down the street trying to figure out if he was dreaming right now, if he was just having a weird case of Déjà vu or was going completely insane. Cooper had to be playing a trick on him, and Blaine wasn't about to fall for it. Just then, as Blaine was rounding the corner, he felt a wave of heat rush over him, and a lot of pain, that crossed dream of the list. He had walked into a guy and had spilt his coffee over himself. Blaine didn't want to look up; he didn't want to accept what was really happening.

"I am so sorry. Blaine?" it was, of course, Aaron.

"Hey Aaron. Is there any chance that this exact thing happened yesterday?"

Aaron laughed, "No, I haven't seen you for, what, ten years? But you haven't changed, always the joker."

"I was never 'the joker', and I'm not joking now. Look, this happened yesterday. You walked into me, I spilt my coffee-"

"Blaine, are you ok?"

"I really don't know."

"Come on, let me buy you a new coffee." Aaron was smiling sweetly. But this time Blaine was angry. This time he could say no.

"No Aaron. I know that you're trying to be nice. I know that you feel guilty. I know that you're married to a girl, with a daughter and only feel guilty because what you did to me was a waste of time."

"How could you possible know that?" Aaron looked scared, Blaine was freaking out and that is never a good thing.

"You're not denying the time wasting then? I'm not surprised. We had this conversation yesterday. Look, as much as I'd hate to stay and talk, I've got to go."

Aaron shouted after him, "Blaine I'm sorry! Let me make it up to you!" but it was futile.

Blaine ran off down the street, leaving a confused Aaron behind. This wasn't possible. This wasn't fair. What did he do to deserve going through all this again?

As he reached the school gates, he checked his watch. 8:15. If he bumped into Rachel right now, it would be official. Blaine was going insane.

Right on cue, there she was. She didn't seem to be angry with him, like she was last he saw her.

"Well look who decided to show up." She was smirking.

"Hi Rachel."

"You missed the meeting."

"I know. I also know that you covered for me."

"How?" She looked shocked.

"Lucky guess." They walked into the staffroom together. And there were the same people he saw yesterday. Santana, Brittany, Finn. And there was Kurt. Not on his way to New York, sitting reading the same magazine he was yesterday.

"Why is Kurt here?"

"Because he works here, like all of us."

"No, no, he doesn't."

Blaine was going mad. Kurt couldn't be here. Yet Kurt was still here. Still beautiful. Rachel and Cooper and Aaron, couldn't have forgotten yesterday, could they? And yet they had no recollection that yesterday had even happened.

"Blaine, you're really starting to freak me out here."

"Rachel, do me a favour. I need someone to give me a good hard slap in the face." She did.

"How's that?"

"Good."

Despite being on the phone, Santana shouted from across the room, "If you need any help with the other cheek, Hobbit, let me know."

Rachel decided to ignore Santana, "Blaine?"

"Yeah?" He wasn't really listening.

"Why is there coffee all down your shirt?"

"What?" Blaine looked down. This meant that any second now Kurt would say…

"I've got a spare shirt if you want to borrow it?" Kurt was standing there as before, a sweet smile on his face, and very different to how upset he would be later today.

Blaine stood there, silent and staring at Kurt again, for longer then he should have, but finally pull himself together to answer, "That would be great."

"Why do you even have a spare shirt here?" Rachel said, raising an eyebrow.

"Rachel please, this is me you're talking to. I have two changes of clothes in my office."

-o0o-

So Blaine changed, and was once again surrounded by the smell of Kurt. He was on his way to lunch, having taught the same lessons and marked the same essays he had yesterday. As he passed the choir room, he heard Rachel's voice.

"Are you gonna miss Blaine?" Blaine had almost forgotten, what with all the freaking out he was doing, about Kurt leaving. He tried to ignore them, wanted to turn his back on the room and keep walking, but he knew they had seen him when Rachel shouted, "BLAINE!"

He turned back to face them, "Oh hey Rachel," he tried to act normally, well normal for him at least, but it's hard to act 'normal' when everything is strange, "hi Kurt."

"Hi yourself." Kurt was smiling sweetly, and Blaine melted inside.

"So, what was all that screaming about?" he asked, knowing full well the reason.

"Our handsome Mr Hummel here, has got a job at a fashion magazine in New York." She said, proudly.

"That's, amazing." Blaine thought for a moment before stepping forward and hugging Kurt. Everyone in the room, the three of them, was shocked at this display of affection, "Have a great last day."

Kurt pulled back, blushing, Rachel gave him a knowing look, "H-how d-d-did you know it was my last day?"

Shit. "I... Was... Talking too... BRITTANY! Yeah, she told me today was your last day, she didn't tell me why though."

"Oh, right. Well it's true." Kurt looked sad. Blaine wanted to run forward and hug him again, but he stopped himself.

"Last day?! We have to have a party, my house at 7, I'll take care of everything. Invite whoever you want. Blaine?"

"Huh?" Then he remembered, here was where Kurt wanted him to go to the party, where he runs out crying and where Rachel gets pissed off at him. That is if this hallucination he was having followed exactly what really happened. He decided that, to avoid conflict he'd just say "Ok, I'll go." but not actually turn up. That way he wouldn't have to see Kurt upset.

"That's fantastic!" This time Kurt ran forward and hugged Blaine, before realising what he had done, pulling back, blushing, and running out of the room, "See you at 7!"

Rachel went to leave too but Blaine stopped her. "Rachel, something's going on I don't know what to do."

"Are you drunk or something?"

"Drunk's more fun."

"Well, you don't look too good, maybe you're sick."

Blaine, decided against telling Rachel what was going on, I mean, he didn't really know, and she wouldn't believe him anyway. "Yeah sick. Umm, Rachel," he had idea, "I don't think I can go to the party, I do feel awful."

"But you've got to come, Kurt really wants you there."

"Why should he? He won't miss me, I'm just another one of those co-workers he makes polite conversation with, then walks on by."

"That is not true Blaine Anderson. He lo- Really likes you, can't you tell?" Blaine stayed silent, "Or do you not care?"

With that, she stormed out the room. Well, Blaine thought, she wasn't as angry today, progress. Then he thought about what she had said. Twice. Did Kurt really like him? He'd be thrilled if it were true, and heart-broken if not, but either way it didn't matter, Kurt would be gone tomorrow. Well, that is if tomorrow ever comes.

-o0o-

Blaine was sat at his desk, writing down any and all ideas he had as to what was going on. He decided that it had to be a dream. There was no other logical explanation. His subconscious was recreating this day in his head, because he regretted how he had acted. Simple as, right? But then of course, you don't dream pain, do you? That's what they say isn't it? And what with the coffee this morning and Rachel hitting him, he couldn't be dreaming.

Blaine groaned and banged his head against the desk, as Santana entered.

"Careful Hobbit, hit your head too hard and you might kill those creature you call eyebrows."

"Not now Santana, can't you see I'm in a bad mood?"

"Yeah, I see your problem, it's lack of sex disorder. And I know you've got it bad for Hummel and you've only got tonight to tap that. So you better get a move on, and put the moves on."

Blaine stood up, "Exactly, one night there's no point. Non of this is real anyway, so it doesn't matter." he tried to leave but Santana stopped him.

"No worries, I'm hot and smart and I will help you get Hummel. Your welcome." she smirked and took a mock-bow.

Blaine didn't want to have to go through this again, he wanted to freak out, go home and freak out some more, "Fine Santana, you want me to admit that It's been awhile? You want me admit that I like Kurt? You want me to admit that I'm miserable? It's all true. But no matter how much I care, or how much you want to help, I am not a loveable person, I'm bitter and judgmental, and you know that. Kurt deserves someone who is as kind, compassionate and as amazing as he is, and that's what he'll find in New York."

"Geez hobbit, I wasn't talking about love, I was talking about sex, it's more fun, not that you'd know."

"Can you stop being a bitch for one minute? Kurt deserves more then a one night stand, let alone with me. I'm going insane, this is the worst day of my entire life, for the second time, and life is shit anyway, that's never gonna change. And you're in love with Brittany, don't pretend otherwise."

"Look, you're clearly in a bitchy mood, and I respect that, my whole life is a bitchy mood, and I know what you've gone through I-"

"Yes, I was bullied, you were bullied and you are as bad as those bullies Santana."

She didn't say anything. She slowly walked towards door, turning around just before she left, "I'm nothing like those Neanderthals, Hobbit. You're bitter to cope with your shitty past, I'm a bitch to cope with mine. Wanna keep your life messed up, see if I care." She left, slamming the door behind her.

"Fuck." Blaine banged his head against the door Santana had just slammed, before leaving, "Now two people are mad at me. And that's excluding the first time 'round."

-o0o-

Blaine walked up to Kurt's office door. He had two options. Go in like he had yesterday, (today? What do you even call it?), or hang the shirt on the door with a note, so when Kurt left he would see it. He decided on the latter, he really couldn't face another goodbye.

So, he got a post-it note, out of of his bag and stuck it next to the shirt:

Thanks for the shirt. Have fun in New York. I know you'll be great.

Blaine Xx

With one final look, Blaine was gone.

-o0o-

"-look, I don't have any money." Cooper sounded on the verge of tears. "But I- Fine tomorrow." Cooper walked out of his room just as Blaine walked through the front door.

"What was that about?" Blaine knew he wasn't going to tell him.

"Nothing."

"Who were you talking to?" Blaine was determined to get Cooper to tell him something this time around.

"It was just a friend-"

"From work? Cooper, you're unemployed. Tell me."

"I can't. Look, I've got to go, I'll talk to you later."

"No you won't." Cooper tried to walk past Blaine, but Blaine stepped into his path.

"Blaine, I have to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"What if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today."

The door slammed shut.

"What the hell is going on?!" Now that he was alone, he had time to reflect on his day. For a second time. He was freaking out again. He decided to just go to bed now, so he would wake up from this dream. It had to be a dream.

He wasn't religious, he refused to believe in something that damned him to hell, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And besides, he didn't think it possible to re-live the exact same day, but here he was. All bets were off.

"Um... I don't know how this praying thing works, I imagine it like wishing on a star, so, here goes nothing. Please let this all pass. This stupid situation, this nightmare, whatever this is. If this is some kind of Christmas Carol, Scrooge thing, then i've learnt my lesson. Be nice to people. Whatever. I'm quite literally begging you. So... Thanks... I guess."

With that he went to bed, hoping that he would wake up soon.

As they say: Tomorrow's a brand new day. Blaine could only hope that they were right.