AN: I kind of hate myself for doing this. But I have to do it. So I'm posting this. I am! Yes, I am.

! - This is loosely based on The Time Traveler's Wife. I am not using the characters, or the plot, I was just inspired by the general concept.

This will NOT be a story with a continuing plot. It will mostly be light-hearted and fun and I will update whenever I find the time. Which, hopefully, I will more than what I have for a while now. Of course, if this story is interesting to a lot of people, I will of course try to be even faster.

I am so so so sorry for people STILL waiting for a Something Borrowed update. I swear, the chapter is nearly finished.

Okay, give it a go!

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

April 21st, 2025

Blaine smiled when he saw 'Kurt' flashing on the screen. A little break to have a nice chat with his husband was exactly what he needed as he tried to get through the pile of paper work on his desk.

Too bad that was not what he got.

"Hey, honey, I was just thinking about..."

"I can't find Rory."

Blaine's heart stopped for a second. He could hear it from Kurt's tone that this was not a simple of game of hide and seek. "You... What?"

"He's not in the house, Blaine! I've looked everywhere, he's just... He's not here! I called everyone on the street, no one's seen him, he's not... Oh God, Blaine! What if...?"

Blaine was already putting on his jacket, paper work suddenly forgotten. "Kurt, listen! Just stop, and listen to me!" He knew his voice was rather harsh but by this time Kurt was hyperventilating. "I'll be home in 20 minutes, okay? Call 911. It'll be okay, we'll find him. Call the police, I'll be right there."

"Okay... Okay. Hurry, please."

"I will, honey, I promise. I'm leaving the office as we speak. Family emergency," Blaine said to his assistant, who seemed to sense that it was not an excuse. "Reschedule whatever meetings I have, I have to go home."

"Of course, Mr. Anderson," the young woman replied. He didn't stay to hear if she said anything else.

"Alright, Kurt, I'll hang up now so you can call the police."

A lump formed in his throat when Kurt gave him a weak 'okay' before hearing the silent beep that indigated that Kurt had ended the call. His hands were shaking as he pushed the elevator button impatiently, the already slow elevator seemingly taking extra-time today. When the damned thing had stopped on every floor between 3 and 7, Blaine let out a very impressive line of curse words and rushed to the staircase.

Forgetting his usual rule about favoring public transpotation, Blaine flagged down a cab. If there was anything good about this situation, it was that it was around 10 am and even the streets of New York had quiteted down, if only a little. He promised the driver a double-pay if he got him home in less than 15 minutes.

They were in front of the house in 13.

After seeing the police cars on the drive way, the driver flat out refused to take the 100 dollar bill Blaine was offering him and told him to hurry in. After this was all over, Blaine would marvel about the fact that there were still decent people in the world but right now his first and only thought was finding his son and bringing him home.

Kurt, who had been pacing around in the living room while the police men searched through the house, all but collapsed in Blaine's arms.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." he kept repeating, his voice hysterical.

"No, Kurt! It's not, what are you talking about?" Blaine asked.

"I... I took a shower. He was still feeling a little feverish so I let him watch cartoons in our bed and I don't think he heard me when I said I'd only take a few minutes... I was gone for only five, I swear and when I came out he was no longer there! I searched his room, the kitchen... Even the basement and he hates the basement, he would never... Oh God, Blaine, someone's taken him and it's all my fault, I can't..."

"Shh, Kurt! Don't say that. This is not your fault, okay? I promise, it's all going to be okay. Come on, let's sit down."

Blaine wasn't nearly as calm on the inside as he tried to pretend he was. The two of them sat down on the couch, arms wrapped around each other and the feeling of helplessness making them silent.

It was nearly an hour later that anyone spoke to them:

"Excuse me?"

Blaine turned his head slightly to see a man in a black suit. He looked friendly enough but was obviously a guy one didn't want to mess with. "Yeah?"

"I assume you're the other father of the missing child?"

Kurt tensed at the last two words. "I am," Blaine said, making no move to pull away from Kurt. If anything, he held on more tightly.

"Yes, my name is Phil Gorge. I spoke with your husband before you came home." Kurt didn't react. "Would you happen to remember which pajamas your son was wearing?"

Blaine frowned. "Um... The ones with a Spider-Man pattern. Yeah, definitely. They had just come out of the laundry and he loves them so... Yeah. Why?"

"Well, you see, we have questioned your neighbers and no one's seen anything suspicious. If anyone had come into the house while your husband was showering, it's highly unlikely that they could have done so without anyone noticing. And since your husband was only a few feet away and Rory would have probably put up some sort of a fight in case of kidnapping, they couldn't have gone unheard," Phil said. His voice was calm.

"So what are you saying? That he walked out by himself? He's five, someone would have..."

"...seen him, yes, you're right. No, I'm not saying he walked out. In fact, we found his pajamas in a pile next to the bathroom door. I assume you didn't notice them?"

Kurt looked up when he understood he was being talked to. "No, I didn't," he said and sniffed. "I don't understand what..."

"To put this bluntly, I believe your son has time-travelled."

Both of the dads stared.

"Uh..."

"You have read the articles, haven't you? That it's possible for certain people to travel back and forth in time."

Wow, this guy really wasn't trying to be gentle with this information.

"We've read a few," Blaine said after a couple of seconds of stunned silence. "But in all those cases one of the parents was a time-traveller, too. Rory's file doesn't say anything about either one of his... birth parents... being one."

"We believe that this talent can skip generations. Unfortunately it is very hard to investigate due to lack of evidence. It might also be that your son is the first of your family to posess this talent."

"Wait, so you're sure about this? That he has travelled to another time?" Kurt suddenly asked.

"All the signs would show that was the case."

"So that means no one's taken him. He's not kidnapped or disappeared completely?"

"Yes, but..."

Kurt let out a shuddering breath, his body going nearly limp. Blaine stroked his back, his own thoughts in a perfect knot.

"But... If this really is true then wouldn't we know? Shouldn't we have seen him when he's older?" he asked.

"It is possible you have but haven't recognized him. We encourage people not to introduce themselves to their pass-parents until after this has happened the first time. It is all very complex and we will help you with..."

There was a sudden thud from upstairs that was followed by a near-hysterical: "Daddy!"

Both Blaine and Kurt stumbled up and bolted to the stairs that lead to the second floor. They followed their son's screaming to their bedroom and found him curled up in the corner, stark naked and crying.

"Oh, Rory, thank God!" Kurt breathed out, picking the boy up into a bone-crashing hug. Rory buried his head into his shoulder, his sobbing breaking Blaine's heart as he joined the embrace. "You're okay, sweetheart, you're okay. Daddies are here, we're right here, you're okay," Kurt mumbled. Blaine was pretty sure he was assuring himself as well as their five-year old.

"I... I didn't mean... t-to leave... I..." Rory tried say through his sobbing.

"Hey, buddy, its's okay. We are not mad. We're just glad you're not hurt," Blaine said softly.

Phil Gorge was standing in the door way, watching the scene but giving the family their space. "I'll send the police home. We'll talk after he's calmed down. Take your time."

Blaine nodded numbly.

Time.

It would never mean the same to the Hummel-Anderson family ever again.

November 3rd, 2035

Rory wasn't allowed to leave the house after dark.

And he hadn't!

At least he couldn't remember leaving...

But he was outside, it was dark, it was cold and he didn't have any clothes on. So yeah, he might be a big boy but he was crying. Everything looked somewhat familiar but still so different and he was scared.

He wanted his daddies.

"Oh! There you are."

Rory nearly screamed. He took a step back when he saw a tall figure walking towards him, putting his arms around himself.

"Don't be scared, Rory. Yes, I know who you are. I've got a blanket. Come on, you must be cold. It's freezing."

The stranger lowered himself so he was face to face with Rory. He looked familiar, too, and he was holding out a fluffy blanket that Rory recognized to be his own.

"Yeah, it's yours. Let's put it around you, shall we?"

And Rory let this man... boy...? put the blanket around his shoulders. It smelled like home and he felt a little better.

"Let's take you some place warm, eh? We can talk a little. Don't worry, you'll be home real soon. But for now, come with me."

"My daddies told me never to trust strangers," Rory mumbled.

The boy smiled. "That's real good advice. Okay, so I should introduce myself. My name is also Rory. Funny, isn't it?"

Rory nodded. It was a little funny.

"You'll see that I'm anything but a stranger. You will be upset and I'm sorry about that but in a few years, everything's going to make more sense. Come on, now. You'll become even more ill if we stay here."

And so Rory took Rory's hand and let him lead him away from what he faintly realized to be his favorite playground.

Uh...

Ta da?

So again, in case you didn't read what I said earlier: THERE WILL BE NO CONTINUOUS PLOT! It'll basically be like one-shots. Almost. Kind of.

You'll get the idea.

Okay, so I'll just leave this here and...

bye?