ORGANIZATION: the act of organizing or the state of being organized; a business or administrative concern united and construction for a particular end.

Neither one had looked at a clock in a while. Blaine knew it had been about 7:00 when the storm started. Since he'd heard Kurt's voice, though, it was like time didn't matter at all. Time certainly didn't matter once their lips touched. That's why, when their lips finally parted and Blaine caught sight of the clock on the wall, he was stunned.

"Fuck," he moaned, partly from arousal—Kurt's lips were red and swollen and he wanted nothing more than to reattach his to them and soothe them with his tongue—and partly from the time.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked as he panted. How have I already forgotten what it is like kissing him? It was literally just today that we last kissed, though maybe not that passionately, I suppose.

"Well, it's late, and I was supposed to call Coop earlier," Blaine laughed. "I'm sure he's sent a search party for me, though hopefully he'll just chalk it up to the storm and not having a signal. He knows how organized I am, so that's my only worry about needing to get in touch with him sooner rather than later."

"Do you need to go find your phone?" Kurt asked.

"Give me one minute?"

"You can have two if you need them," Kurt sassed.

How blessed am I to have him in my life? Damn, he's going to keep me on my toes, isn't he? Blaine leaned forward and pecked Kurt's lips again, knowing if he lingered, he'd be there for another hour, and it was already 9:00. "Be right back."

While Blaine went to find his phone, Kurt sat back on the couch. He thought about reaching for his tea, though he knew it was cold, and that was one thing he found he didn't like at all. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander wherever it wanted.

Will it always be this easy? What if sometime he doesn't believe me? Will he think I'm crazy? What if I find him, and he's already married or with someone? What if he's not gay? How could I say those words to him? To my knowledge, I've never spoken those words together in my life. How is his family going to react? It seems like he's super rich. Will they try to do a background check on me? What happens when they can't find me? Am I going to be safe? Will the government try to hook me up to electrodes and then dissect me when they can't figure me out? What if they find something and try to replicate it? Can I heal in this world like I could in the last one? Do I have parents here, too?

Okay, Kurt. Calm down. Just like in the last world, things will work out in this one, too. All of these things are things you can't control. You need to just let them go and worry about what you can control. Okay. What I can control. What can I control? I can control me and my feelings and actions. I can control my trust for Blaine. I can explain to him my worries and fears, and at least then, I'm not keeping them bottled up.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Blaine asked from in front of him. "You look like you're about ready to fall apart at the seams."

"I just had a bunch of questions go through my head and some of them scared me," Kurt admitted, and Blaine sat down beside him and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. "After they all flitted through, I remembered something important my mom taught me."

"I'm here if you want to share," Blaine said and kissed Kurt's temple.

"Ever since my dad was killed, I've worried about a lot of things," he explained. "And many of those things are things I have no control over. She'd remind me that worrying about those things isn't going to change them because I don't have that kind of power. Don't get me wrong. There is powerful magic in my world that can change seconds of time if it's cast quick enough. That is magic I won't ever possess, though. Anyway, I digress. My point is, I was worrying about things I have no control over, and instead of letting them simmer inside of me, I'm letting them flow out of my body and into the world and trusting in hope."

"Do you want to share any of these worries with me? If I can help ease some of them, I'd like to," Blaine said. "I sort of had to do the same thing while I talked to Coop for the few minutes I did."

"I was mostly worried about how easy this was and if it will always be this easy. I was worried because, sometimes, my mind goes to the absolute worst thing that could ever happen, that the government would find me and want to study me. When I was here before, I could do a little bit of magic—healing magic—and I have no idea if I still possess that now. My dad and Blaine never told anyone. They were too afraid. Lastly, I was worried about what your family would think of me. I get the sense that you're very rich, and I don't want them to do a background check on me because they're not going to find anything."

"Wow. That is a lot of worry," Blaine said and kissed Kurt's lips, taking an exaggerated breath in through his nose, hoping Kurt would match it. When their lips parted, Blaine started talking. "I had some of those same worries and have even come up with a solution for one of them. In a few days, Cooper is going to fly out here and meet you. I told him I met someone, though I wouldn't give him a name."

"The security cameras," Kurt interrupted. "They will have my face on them. Isn't there like… Face recognition software?"

"There is," Blaine said. "He knew, though, that I wasn't giving him a name for a reason. That's why, when he asked, I agreed for him to come here. My brother… He's my best friend, Kurt. He would never do anything like that to you, and neither would my family. They love me too much to hurt me, and Coop knows already how much you mean to me, simply because I told him I'd met someone. All of them know how long I've been looking for you and that I wouldn't ever settle for anything less than you—even though they had no idea it was you I was looking for. I want him to come here because he can help. He knows people who can create documents for you, can create a whole life for you, so that you'll be safe if that's what you want."

"Really?" Kurt asked. "Don't get me wrong, I absolutely loved my life here before. I treasured the time I got to spend with my dad and Blaine in the woods. We were so terrified, though, and since I had no idea what else to expect, we kept me hidden. And that life… It really was perfect. If you're serious and believe it will work, I'd love to be able to go out there with you. And if you're not, I'd gladly live on this island with you for the rest of our days. So long as I'm with you, I'll love every minute of my life."

"Is it crazy to say that I believe this is going to work?" Blaine asked.

"I hope not, because if you're crazy, so am I," Kurt laughed. "That brings me to my final thoughts before you came over here. Everything just sort of worked out the first time. And… I honestly can't think of a single reason why it wouldn't this time, too."

"Maybe… Maybe that's what this life is about?" Blaine asked.

"What do you mean by that?" Kurt asked.

"Well, my mom always tells me that there is something you can learn from every situation," Blaine explained. "There's a saying here: 'Everything happens for a reason.' Mom has always thought that is crap. What she does believe, though, is that you can learn something from every situation you're in. And if you are destined to possibly live nine different lives, maybe there is something you can take away from each one?"

"That's brilliant!" Kurt exclaimed. "I love that. It gives me a purpose of sorts. Not in the sense that I'm going to be looking for the reason all the time. It just… I think it will help me somehow. And, I'd have to think about what it was I learned most in the last one."

"Are you feeling better now, then?"

"Much."

"So, I know I just met you and all, but…"

Kurt giggled. "What is it? You can ask me anything."

"Would you like to go home with me?" Blaine asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

This made Kurt laugh a loud belly laugh. "I'd be honored."