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Dylan was almost relieved that it had finally come out. He watched Kurt and Blaine look at each other, than at him, then back at each other. They went on like this for about five minutes.
"So…", Dylan said, breaking the awkward silence. "I'm assuming you have questions."
"Yeah, just a few", Blaine said. Kurt was frozen.
"How did you get here?", Blaine continued.
"No idea. I woke up on the floor of the choir room yesterday", Dylan explained. "This place has really changed since then—or, now? You know what I mean."
"Changed?", Kurt finally said. "You go here?"
"Yep", Dylan replied. "Well, in my time, it's a performing arts high school."
"Really?", they said together.
"Yep."
"Hang on", Blaine said. "You said you're from New York."
"I am", Dylan replied. "Well, I was actually born in Massachusetts, but I was brought to New York to stay in a foster home when I was one."
"I was adopted", he added with a shrug.
"And...one of us teaches here?", Kurt asked.
Dylan nodded at Blaine. "Coach of the all-boy glee club. Duly Noted."
"There's more than one…?", Blaine asked, imagining himself as a music teacher. He could see it.
"Three", Dylan replied. "Duly Noted, The Troubletones, and, of course, New Directions. New Directions is like the varsity Glee club."
"And you're not on it?", Kurt asked. "I didn't mean—you're just really good."
Dylan laughed, "Thanks. I'm going to audition for New Directions again. It was full this past year."
Full. Their Glee club was full! No more worrying about having enough people to compete.
And….a performing arts school. No more bullying for being yourself. Kurt felt a surge of pride for how far this place he hated for years would go, how much better it would be for future kids.
His future kid.
"One more thing", Kurt said.
"Only one?"
"How did she know about you?"
Dylan shrugged. "No idea. She said there's something very Blaine Anderson about me."
"Is that a compliment?", Blaine asked.
"I took it as one."
Kurt started to say something, but Dylan couldn't hear him. The hallway started spinning before his eyes...everything went dark.
William McKinley school for the Performing Arts, Nurse's Office
"Dylan? Hey, I think he's waking up."
Dylan sat up quickly and saw Sam standing over him. He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Blaine standing on the other side of the cot.
Dylan looked closer and noticed that they were themselves. He was back in his time! He pulled Blaine's hand off his shoulder and held it tightly.
"Whoa", his father laughed. "Take it easy for a minute, okay? I'll be right back."
Dylan reluctantly let go of his hand and Blaine went out into the hallway.
"What happened?", Dylan asked Sam, who shrugged.
"No clue. Sarah came running to my office saying that you had passed out in the auditorium. I got Blaine and we brought you here. Were you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, I think so." Honestly, Dylan couldn't remember anything before being in the auditorium with Sarah.
Sam shrugged again. "We're just glad you're okay. Blaine's gonna take you home, and I told him to make sure you eat and drink a lot of water."
Dylan nodded with a goofy smile. Nothing sounded better than being home with his dads.
"Sounds good."
Sam raised an eyebrow, "Hm, maybe you are sick."
Sam playfully messed up Dylan's hair and walked out to the hallway, leaving the boy alone with his thoughts.
Dylan lay back against the thin pillow and figured, gratefully, that it was all a dream.
Blaine came back in a few moments later. He put his phone in his pocket and smiled at his son.
"Alright, let's go home."
Dylan started to get up, but Blaine stopped him.
"Easy there." Blaine helped him up and made sure he was steady before letting go of him. Dylan hugged him tightly.
"What?", Blaine asked, laughing slightly.
"Nothing."
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