Hello! Sorry for the wait, it pained my heart to write this chapter but uh... Yes. I did it. And I hate myself for doing it.

You'll know what I mean once you've read it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Time Traveler's Wife

May 23rd, 2013

For the last month, Rory had traveled nearly every day. Each time he felt just as guilty, even though it was to be expected, given the amount of stress that his family had been under lately. Usually, he came back within 15 minutes which made dealing with it a little easier. But he hated the fact that he was causing his parents even more heartache.

Today, he had already been gone for an hour. He was slowly walking down a street he knew quite well, functioning mostly on autopilot. It was times like these when he felt particularly conflicted about whether his gift was a blessing or a curse.

Rory was absolutely sure that he had travelled back in time, again, but he didn't know exactly what year it was. Not that it really mattered as Rory had no expectations to actually talk to anyone while he was...

A shout.

Pain.

Voices.

"...my God, are you okay? Finn! Watch where you throw that thing!" a voice Rory recognized right away said and it was only then he realized he was actually flat on his back on the ground. Something warm was dripping on his chin.

"I'm sorry! I didn't see him."

Rory blinked and a pair of blue, concerned eyes came into view. His first thought was 'I'm home!' and he had to physically stop himself from throwing his arms around the boy's neck because no, this version of Kurt had no idea who he was.

"My goodness, you're bleeding! Can you stand up?"

It didn't even occur to Rory to claim that he was fine, he just nodded numbly and let the younger version of his dad to help him up. He was vaguely aware of Finn standing a couple of feet away, holding a football and looking rather awkward.

"Sorry, kid..." he mumbled.

"It's okay," Rory replied with his fake, Irish accent. A blurry memory of something similar to this floated into his mind, from years ago. He remembered it had something to do with Christmas but then Kurt ushered him inside and the memory was gone.

"Let's go to the kitchen. Disaster is never far away when my step brother tries to cook so my stepmother moved all the first-aid stuff there."

Rory managed a small smile.

"Sit down and pinch your nose. I'll just get some ice to help stop the bleeding."

The teen did as he was instructed, his mind buzzing as he took in the familiar kitchen. Oh, the times he had spent here, watching Carole make dinner and laughing at his uncle's face when he was denied food. Kurt was always loud about everything that was not allowed on the table and his grandpa would mumble about one beer never hurting anyone.

Rory's breath got stuck in his throat and he swallowed to stop a sob. He flinched slightly as Kurt pressed a pack of frozen peas on the back of his neck.

"That should do it. You've got a bit of scratch on your elbow, too, I should take a look at... Hey? Oh God, are you hurting? Did you hit your head?"

Rory frowned before he tasted some salt on his lips and oh shit, he was crying. He shook his head when Kurt asked if he should call 911 and wiped the tears off his cheeks. "I'm... I just... I'm not having a good day, that's all. I'm not in pain. Promise," he added when Kurt raised his eyebrows. It was a wonder how some things just didn't change over time.

"Alright, but if you feel dizzy at all, I'm driving you to the Emergency Room," Kurt said. Rory nodded, just to humor him.

Kurt busied himself with Rory's elbow, disinfecting the scratch he had probably gotten when he had fallen. It stung a bit but Rory didn't even wince. He had too many things on his mind to care about a little blood on the clothes that were not even his.

It occurred to him that the young Kurt did not even know his name. Rory had visited McKinley a couple of times during his travels but he had always made sure not to draw too much attention to himself. He remembered telling his dads about his first visit to their former high school and they had both made him swear that he wouldn't step in and try to stop some things from happening. They were afraid for his well-being, Rory understood that, but it didn't make it any easier to just watch and not speak his mind.

Rory shut his eyes tightly. This day was bad enough without him dwelling on things he couldn't change anymore.

"Kurt? Kurt, you here?"

"In the kitchen!" Kurt called out and a couple of seconds later a teenaged Blaine walked in. Rory was surprised to see his hair all gel-free and curly.

"Oh! What happened?" Blaine asked when he saw Rory who lifted his hand for a small wave.

"Finn happened. Where is he, anyway? He caused this, should at least stand in the corner and look guilty," Kurt answered. He put a band-aid on Rory's elbow and patted his shoulder. "That shouldn't take long to heal. And I think your nose has stopped bleeding, too. Just a second, I'll wipe away the blood."

"I saw him outside, he said something about probably causing even more damage if he came in. I think he's just afraid of you," Blaine answered Kurt's question about Finn as his boyfriend went to get a clean towel to wash Rory's face.

"Well, he should be. If he wants to get all bruised and injured because of that stupid sport, fine, but he should be careful enough to keep others out of it," Kurt huffed.

Blaine hummed in agreement and made a sympathetic face at Rory, who merely shrugged to say this really wasn't a big deal. However, Blaine kept looking at him, his eyes narrowing just slightly as if he was trying to remember where he had seen the boy.

"Do you... have an older brother?"

Huh?

"...yes?"

"Did he ever...? Oh, you know what, never mind."

"What? Blaine, come on, spill it now that you started," Kurt urged.

"No, I'm being silly. It's just that... There was someone, in Westerville High. After the dance, I think... I think he called 911. I don't know, maybe I'm just having a weird deja vu for some reason."

Kurt's shoulders were tense and Rory swallowed air. He decided not to comment and took the glass of water Kurt offered him gratefully as it provided him with a weak excuse not to answer.

"Why are you here, anyway? I thought you said you'd pick me at seven."

Blaine's face melted into a grin. "Ah, yes, well. You did give me very specific instructions to ignore everything else and come here as soon as..."

"...you get your letter for NYU," Kurt finished the sentence for Blaine. His hand was hovering in mid-air, holding the cloth, but his whole body had frozen and his eyes were wide as plates. "You got it? It's here? Did you open it?"

"Uh... no. I was hoping you'd do it for me."

"Me?!" Kurt nearly shrieked. Rory felt rather forgotten but kept quiet, watching the exchange with a hint of a smile on his face. "What makes you think that I...? No, Blaine, no, you have to open it, seriously, I can't take this, it's too..."

"Together?" Blaine interrupted. It took a couple of seconds but then Kurt nodded and Blaine took out of the white envelope from his bag.

"You got in," Kurt said steadily even though his voice was even higher than usual. "There's no way you didn't."

"Well, we'll find out in just a few seconds."

"No, no, wait, I'm not ready for this!" Kurt said and buried his face into Blaine's shoulder when the other boy was about to open the letter.

"You just said there's no way I didn't get in!" Blaine replied.

"I know and there isn't but the world isn't fair I mean, I killed my audition last year and they still rejected me and I know you've got like the best grades in the school but Blaine, we're talking about our future here! You, me, New York. Blaine... Blaine, what the hell are you waiting for, just open the damn thing!"

Blaine shook his head at his boyfriend's babbling but unfolded the letter anyway. Rory, obviously, already knew what it would say and counted down seconds to when his Dad would...

"OH MY GOD!"

With everything that was going on back home, it was quite refreshing to see some genuine happiness practically glowing from the two boys. Kurt was kissing Blaine's cheek, temple, lips, nose, jaw, anything he could reach and Blaine was just staring at the letter as if the meaning of life was written on it.

"You're coming to New York! You're coming to New York with me! You got in, Blaine! Blaine, this is amazing, we have to go tell everyone, we have to call Cooper and Dad and your parents and Rachel and..."

Rory didn't stay to listen who else they had to call as he was starting to feel the nagging to go back. He slipped out of the kitchen unseen and unheard and headed for the downstairs bathroom. He froze for a fraction of a second when he heard a car pull over to the driveway and saw just a glimpse of the baseball cap he knew so well.

Shaking his head, Rory bolted for the bathroom and made it just in time. They'd wonder about the pile of clothes but honestly? They'd probably end up blaming Finn.

That could be his punishment for hitting Rory in the face with a football.

August 13th, 2038

The Hummel-Anderson house, or the Klory resident as some of their friends affectionately called it, was usually only completely quiet during the night time. There was always music if the TV wasn't on and if nothing else then at least an animated conversation. That was one of the reasons why the last month had been so weird and different. No one bothered to sing, there was no time to watch TV and keeping up a conversation was too much of an effort.

So when Rory came back and heard the famous dialogue between Maria and Captain Von Trapp, he felt something warm spread through his body and an immense weight was lifted off his shoulders. He quickly got dressed into some comfortable clothes and made his way downstairs.

He found his Dad Kurt curled up on the couch, squeezing one of the pillows from his and Blaine's bed. He was still clad in his pajamas but the fact that he was even out of the bedroom was something that made Rory smile. He announced that he was present with a quiet 'hey' and snuggled his way to Kurt's arms. He may have been 18 but he still didn't feel too old to do this.

"Your dad's out for some take-out. Hope you're up for Chinese," Kurt said. His voice was thin but it held hints of life in it.

"Chinese sounds great," Rory agreed.

"Where were you?"

Rory turned so that he could see his dad's face. "Past," he said, not sure if he wanted to elaborate.

"How far in the past?" Kurt asked and it was so good to hear some genuine interest that Rory didn't even think about coming up with some stupid story.

"Uh... 2013? That's when dad graduated highschool, right?"

"You saw him graduate?"

"No. I uh... Do you remember when Uncle Finn accidentally threw his football right at someone's face?"

It took Kurt a few minutes but then it clicked. "That was you?" It was only then that he really turned to look at his son and he sat up so quickly that Rory nearly fell off the couch. "Rory, you're covered in blood!"

Oh, right...

"I'm okay, Dad," Rory assured when Kurt took his face between his hands. "You fixed me up real good. Put a band-aid on me and everything."

Kurt closed his eyes and sighed in relief. "I do recall wondering when you had left but... Yeah, that was when..."

"...you found out that Dad got into college. I kinda figured you wouldn't miss me," Rory grinned.

The corner of Kurt's mouth went up a bit. "Did you...?" he cleared his throat. "Did you see grandpa?"

Rory bit his lip. "Not really, no. I was pulled back before he came home." Kurt nodded and Rory wasn't sure if what he saw was disappointment or something else. "Do you want me to tell you?" he asked. "You know, when I do run into him? Do you want to know?"

"Yes," Kurt said immediately. "Rory, don't ever feel like you can't share what you've seen. Never. Whatever happens, whoever you meet, it's really..." Kurt stopped and covered his mouth with his hand.

"Dad?"

"Rory...? Oh my God, Rory, are you...? Have you been to Westerville? Rory, were you at the Sadie Hawkin's dance?" His grip of Rory was so tight it was nearly painful.

"No. No, not yet anyway. Maybe I will?"

A tear ran down Kurt's cheek and he leaned in to give Rory a kiss on the forehead. They settled into a comfortable position and for almost half an hour they watched the movie in silence. Rory knew every single line by heart so he could easily let his mind wonder without missing much. He could hear his dad humming softly and somehow it was the clearest sign that everything would eventually be okay again.

"Dad?" Rory whispered after a while longer.

"Hmm?"

"When... If I do go there? You know, to the dance? Can I call you after? Like, even if I travel in the middle of the night?"

"Rory, you know you don't even have to ask these questions."

"Will you come pick me up? From campus?"

"I promise, baby."

"And what if I - Dad, what if I find out when... when you two...?"

Rory couldn't finish the sentence, it was too horrible to even think. So far, he had been lucky to never travel far enough so that his parents wouldn't be there. At least, if he had, he didn't know about it. But it was bound to happen, wasn't it? One day his travels would pull him to the future and he'd see how and when and why. And on that day he'd curse this gift.

"Whatever happens, Rory," Kurt said again, his eyes glued to the screen but full of tears. The teen felt pressure built up in his chest and voiced out what he hadn't actually said out loud yet:

"I miss him, Daddy."

Kurt sniffed. "I know, baby. I miss him, too."

Blaine came back with the food another half an hour later and found them on the couch all cuddled up, with the credits of the movie rolling up the screen. The three of them ended up eating their dinner in the living room that day but when Rory came back home two days later with Sugar, the house was full of smells that could come from nothing but Kurt's cooking.

It would all be okay.

So did you all understand what happened? What I did? Why I'm such a horrible person...?

I can't believe I actually just wrote that, holy crap, whyyy?

Anyways.

Once again, if there is someone you want Rory to meet, let me know. I have a couple of suggestions that I am now working on :)

Thank you so much for every review, favorite and alert, thank you for reading and I'll see you soon.

*bows and hides*