Blaine and Bragi sat in their room, alone. Blaine was on the edge of the bed, hands locked together, head staring down at the floor in thought. Bragi sat across from him in the desk chair, head tilted to the side so that he could look out the window. There was a horde of fans outside the apartment building (they hadn't been very covert when they returned home, the didn't think they would have to be) hoping to catch a glimpse of the deity. He waited for Blaine to say something. Bragi new of a hundred ways to start the conversation, but he could also tell that Blaine wanted to have the first word.

Finally the other boy spoke up. "I feel like we should be holding your funeral."

Kurt turned to look at him head on. "Blaine, no. I've never felt more alive."

Blaine groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. "How - how can you say that?" His eyes were starting to tear up again. "You have two years left. That's it. You go off to wherever and I'm left here."

"I'm scared too, Blaine," replied Bragi. "I would never do this to you if I had a choice." He moved to sit at Blaine's side, but the other boy just stood up and walked away.

"Everything I'm - fuck. Everything you went through when Finn died? That's what I'm feeling now." He pointed at nothing in particular for emphasis. "But it's worse because I still have to see you and I feel like I'm just waiting."

"Then don't just wait." Bragi replied sternly. "Yes, I have a deadline, but I also have a purpose now and I'm not going to waste it. Just like I'm not going to waste my time with you." He stood up and strode over to his fiancé. "We could sit here and act like I'm already dead, but wouldn't that just be throwing away this opportunity?"

Blaine pursed his lips, thinking. It was hard to force anything but grief out of his foggy mind, but he tried. Kurt - Bragi - he didn't look torn up about this, but he could see something behind those eyes. They seemed so much more soulful and wise now, even though they hadn't changed. "I...I don't know." Something snapped inside him, and in a swell of anger he punched the wall beside him.

Bragi flinched and immediately grabbed his hand. The punch was hard enough to bloody the knuckles. "Don't do that, baby. Don't hurt yourself because of me." He rubbed his hands over Blaine's, whispering something in that same ancient tongue. Blaine felt the pain in his hand ebb away as the blood evaporated and the cuts closed themselves.

"You're a miracle," he murmured.

"I'm you're miracle."

"How long have they been in there?" Artie asked as he wheeled past the bedroom. He didn't hear anything past the door, so he couldn't eavesdrop. He wondered if maybe the speech God had silenced the conversation last the room.

Rachel sipped her coffee. "Two hours, maybe more. I haven't been keeping track."

"He's married," Sam said from his seat in front of Artie's laptop. Rachel gave him a quizzical look. "Bragi? He's got a wife. Idunn. Least, it think that's how you pronounce it." He paused. "Wait, does that mean Kurt's straight now?"

Rachel shook her head. "I don't think so. Why else would they be trying to fix there relationship in there?"

"How does this work anyway?" asked Artie. "Is it a possession thing, or what?"

"Kurt said that 'everything he was before had been leading to this moment'. I guess he was always a - a god. And he didn't know it?" she shook her head again. "This whole thing is just - it's a clusterfuck of stupid." Rachel took a breath, trying to keep herself from losing it again. "And he's gonna die in two years."

Sam immediately jumped up and grabbed her arms. "Hey, we don't know that. We don't know anything about this Recurrence thing. Maybe the two-year limit is just a hoax?"

She sighed. "No, it's real. Bragi was pretty clear about it when I asked him. One of the few things he was actually open about." Somebody knocked on the door and Rachel stomped towards it. "I swear if that's a not her bloody fanatic I'm going to throw them out the window."

She flung it open and was prepared to snap, but immediately calmed down when she saw Quinn. "Oh, thank god your here." She pulled the other girl into a big hug.

"Of course. I came as soon as you called." She glanced at the others. "Hey boys."

"Hey" Sam and Artie chorused.

Quinn turned back to Rachel. "How are you holding up? Are you ok?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Ugh, I don't even know anymore. I was sad first, then I was angry, then I was stuck somewhere in between, and now I'm just too tired to feel anything."

Quinn too. Rachel by the hand and began walking her to her bedroom. "You need to sleep. You sound like you've been up for far too long."

"I can't, I -"

"No arguing." Quinn opened the door. "Get some rest. I'll be here in the morning." She pushed Rachel onto the bed, smiling when the girl fell asleep almost immediately. Quinn closed the door softly, then turned to the boys. "Really, how's she doing?"

"Awful."

"Brutal."

Quinn sighed. "I figured."

Another door creaked open, and Blaine and Bragi walked out. Hand in hand. "Quinn!" Bragi said with glee. "You came!"

She nodded. "Yes, well, I heard there was a revelation going on down here. How's divinity treating you?"

"It's actually going well," Bragi said with a grin. He squeezed Blaine's hand, and the other boy spoke up.

"Yes, we, Uh, we worked everything out. We decided that we are going to deal with this and not waste time, which means -"

"We're moving up the wedding!" Bragi finished. The announcement was met with whoops and cheers from Sam, and a thumbs-up from Artie.

Quinn nodded. "Good to hear. I'm sure it will be great. Listen, Bragi..." She said it slowly, not used to calling the boy in front of her by that name. "I know you've probably got a lot of planning to do, but there are about two hundred screaming fa girls and fanboys outside that I had to fight through in order to get up here. I think they're for you. Can you handle them?"

Bragi smiled. "Sure!" He turned to his fiancé. "Blaine, do you wanna meet my fans?"

Blaine grinned back. "I think that'd be great."