Kurt looked around at the doors, trying to find the smallest of them all just like the previous dreams. He'd decided to treat this as one of the dreams. It was too impossible for it to be anything else. He spotted the door and made his way over, leaning down and gently trying to turn the knob—of course to no prevail. He turned around knowing that there would be a glass table with a bottle and a key. Sure enough, there it was. He made sure to grab the gold key first before taking a drink from the bottle. He felt the familiar tug in his stomach as he shrunk.

Kurt groaned when he remembered that his clothes wouldn't shrink with him. He was going to have to cut up his favorite sweater. He got to work quickly, trying not to think about the fact that he was cutting up Alexander McQueen. He took material from the hem of his sweater before pushing the rest of the material towards the door. He hoped to go back to his full size once he got to the other side. Once finished he was wearing a long sweater and a legging-type material that he made from his boxer-shorts.

He held the key tightly in his hand and made his way over the door. He held his breath as he pushed the door forward.

On the other side was a garden. Kurt was the inconveniently the size of an ant, and the flowers towered above him. He pushed his clothes through the door hastily before making his way through the blades of grass and coming to a clearing of mushrooms. He looked up to see the familiar cloud of smoke. He climbed up the mushroom staircase to reach a lady dressed in a red track-suit. She was currently smoking a bong and yelling at a patch of talking flowers.

"Pathetic, you're all pathetic!" She screeched, "Honestly, could you suck any more?"

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked hesitantly.

"What?" She yelled, turning to face him and looking ready to yell… until she saw him. "Porcelain?"

"Um, Kurt actually." He frowned at the name. His fair skin was one of his biggest insecurities. "Look, I was just wondering if you knew anyway for me to get… well, big again."

"Look, Tickle-Me-Doe-Face, I really don't want to talk with you about your troubles when it comes to the bedroom. If you can't get it up, you should probably go see a doctor, okay?"

Kurt sputtered at the woman, blushing and opening and closing his mouth. "That's not—I mean I want to be back to my proper height. I'm currently, what, two inches tall?"

"Oh, well. You've been here before; you should know what to do." She responded, blowing a ring of smoke his way.

"Is there any way that I could… wake myself up?" He asked after a minute.

"Wake up? You look pretty awake to me."

"This is a dream," Kurt pointed out, "You're not real. You're the lady from my dreams as a child."

"Do you honestly believe you're dreaming, Porcelain?" She asked seriously.

"But Ms. Sylvester I don't see how it could possibly be real."

"What happened to the carefree boy that was here before?" She asked with a sigh, "You've lost your muchness, Porcelain."

"No, I grew up. There's a difference." He frowned at her and grabbed two pieces of mushroom before climbing back down the steps. When he reached the bottom, Kurt placed the piece in his left hand. He took a couple bites and felt the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach again. Kurt blushed at his nakedness and quickly made his way back to his clothes, pulling on his jeans, sweater and boots quickly.

He really wished he'd just wake up already. When he turned back around he let out a scream. The two boys from the dream were standing right in front of him now. Both of them had their heads tilted to the right and were staring at him curiously.

"Is that…?" The blonde one—Jeff was he called?—started.

"I think it is." The brunette—Nick, Kurt was pretty sure—said thoughtfully.

They both took a step forward, moving together in a way that was almost creepy. When they spoke, they spoke in complete unison. "Hello, Kurtsie. Welcome back."

"I…" Kurt trailed off, eyes darting between the two nervously. "Why am I here?"

"Whatever do you mean?" Jeff asked, circling around so he was standing behind him.

"Well… the dream?"

"What dream?" Nick asked. He was smiling—more like smirking—in a way that made it clear he knew exactly what dream Kurt was talking about.

Kurt crossed his arms and cocked a hip out, pulling his 'diva pose' from middle school. "You guys said that Hatter was in trouble."

"Ah, he is indeed." Jeff whispered into his ear. "I'm afraid to say that the Red Queen's got him."

"The Red Queen?" Kurt asked, "But she was gone last time I was here."

"Oh, c'mon Kurtsie," Nick spoke this time, "You know her. She refuses to give up."

"Well I know Hatter. And I know for a fact that he wouldn't let himself be captured."

"Well there was this party, you see," Jeff started, "And Hatter had a bit too much to drink. He was led astray by the Queen and taken to the castle."

"It was a sight to see, that one." Nick snickered, "He does not hold alcohol well at all."

"And I suppose you two are too mentally unstable to save him yourselves?" Kurt asked. "You know, I was doing fine. I had a… well, my job is shit, but that's not the point. I'm living in New York, like I've always wanted to, and I'm studying at Julliard! Why couldn't you just… leave me alone?"

"You're the only one who can save him, Kurt."

"It's written in the prophecy." Kurt's first reaction was to laugh, but the look on the boys' faces were serious; more serious than he'd ever seen them.

"What am I supposed to do?" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, "The last time I was here was in a dream—assuming I'm not dreaming now, that is—and I only remember bits and pieces of it. I don't even know where to start."

"You may be the only one who can save him, but that doesn't mean you're not allowed help." Jeff and Nick still looked serious, and Kurt realized that it was quite an unnerving look for them.

"All you have to do is ask."

Kurt followed Jeff and Nick through the gardens, looking left and right at the strange things he was just starting to remember. He didn't know where they were taking him, and all they had said was that there were people who could help him.

After a while they reached the long table where Kurt first met the Hatter. He smiled brightly, temporarily forgetting that the mysterious man wouldn't be there waiting eagerly for him like last time. His face fell when he instead found just Brittney and Santana. They both looked up when Kurt reached the table. There was a moment where the three just stared at one another, and then Brittney broke into a bright smile and leaped over the table and into his arms.

"Kurt!" She exclaimed, happily burying her face in his neck.

"H-hey Britt."

The blonde let go of him and turned back to the Latina at the table. "I told you he'd come 'Tana! I knew he would save Hatter."

Santana smiled sweetly at Britt, "I guess you were right." She playfully tapped her nose before turning to Kurt and looking much more… menacing.

"Lady face," She acknowledged with a nod.

"Hello hare." Santana scowled at his use of her nickname. Kurt simply smiled sweetly at her.

Jeff stepped between them with Nick, "Okay, okay. Let's not start a fight. We're on the same side, guys, and we need all the people we can get."

"What are you talking about Tweedle Dum?" She sneered.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Santana, we're the Cheshire Twins, not the Tweedles. Those bimbos are idiots."

"Honestly, you've known us for 22 years; you'd think you'd get it right by now."

"Sorry, I keep getting you two messed up with your slightly less stupid cousins."

Jeff and Nick gaped at her, and both of them looked ready to lunge at her so Kurt stepped in.

"Alright, moving on." He turned to Santana and Britt, "I need your guys' help."

Santana was still frowning at the pair over his shoulder, "With what?"

"I'm here to save Hatter, but I'm going to need your help. All of your help." He added, looking at the other three. Brittney smiled at him and nodded, but the glaring contest between the cats and the hare still seemed to be under way.

"Why do you even care that he's gone, fairy?" Santana turned her glare onto him, "You still believe this is all a dream; that they were all just dreams."

"Look, I don't know what they were any more," Kurt told her with an exasperated sigh, "But I do know that the Hatter was always nice to me. He was my best friend while I was here, and I don't even want to think about the wretched things that bitch of a Queen could be doing to him right now."

Santana smiled just the tiniest bit. "Oh, I see someone's grown a potty mouth."

"I'm 22; I think I'm allowed to swear when I'm angry."

She put her hands up defensively, "Hey, not judging. I like it. You were really boring and innocent before."

"Can we get to the point, guys?" Jeff and Nick asked.

"Right, well first off we need to get you into the castle." She looked him over, "You've changed quite a bit, so you might be able to go in unrecognized."

"What happens if I am recognized?"

"That's where we come in. We're the distraction."

"No." Kurt said firmly, looking at Brittney, "No I'm not letting you guys risk yourselves for me."

"It's not for you, pretty boy, it's for Hatter."

"But Brittney-"

"Do you honestly think I'd let anyone touch Britt?"

"'Tana's really good to me; she always protects me from the knave when he comes." Brittney said, happily hugging Santana's arm.

"We're the only way you're going to be able to accomplish this." Jeff said as Nick nodded in agreement.

"Fine. But I'm going to kill you if any of you get injured."