Mr Schue ended today's lesson on a high note for Kurt Hummel. Glee club has apparently lost its voice, so he wants everyone to choose a song of their choice and sing solos. Kurt couldn't wait. For once he had something to look forward to.

It hadn't been an easy year for Kurt. He was at the point of where he didn't care about anything anymore. He was so tired of being just him if it meant he couldn't even walk down the hallway without being pushed and shouted at and then there was his dad. He was trying. He really was, but he could see how hard it was for him and it made his heart hurt.  He just wanted things to be easier

Just as he was about to go meet Mercedes for lunch and discuss what he knows extremely well – his voice. Karofsky approached him without him seeing the other boy and shoved him against a locker. He pinned him there as other boys threw every slushy they could at the Kurt who couldn't move out of Karofsky's tight grip. Their laughter was the only thing he remembered and the feeling of slushy sliding down his cheeks before he awoke in a room that was not his own.

Kurt was confused.

Where was he?

He looked around him and noticed he had dark greenish coloured walls. A red white and blue striped bedsheet. He could see a stereo on a dresser with a mirror and lamp. There was cologne on one dresser, some weird sailship like looking feature. There were trophies in one corner of the room with a picture behind it. There was another picture of fencing...one of hats...seriously....hats? A random drawing of wrestling…. This was not his room. It was definitely not Finn's room, because one – it was clean. Two as he happened to glance to the coathanger in the corner of the room he recognised a marc Jacobs jacket.

Finn wouldn't know what Marc Jacobs was if it hit him on the nose.

“Squirt I'm going back to LA tomorrow, how about you skip school today and spend the last day you'll have with your brother? Mum and dad won't be here till next week, I'll tell them that you were sick if you do,” A man appeared. WOAH – wasn't that the guy from the  freecreditratings.com? Advertisement? Omg. Kurt was meeting a celebrity.

“Ah…sorry but I'm not Blaine,”

The man laughed “Alright then Bambi, just how much did you party with the Warblers last night?”

Kurt frowned “The Warblers?”

“Uh…yeah, your crazy friends from school? The ones who carry a gavel and demands you sing every solo as though you're royalty when obviously they don't know who the real talented one is out of the andersons?” The stranger reminded as Kurt stared dumbly. Why hasn't it occurred to this guy that he was not who he thought he was? Then as Kurt reached his hands up to rub his eyes of tiredness he screeched.  His hands were not pale.

“Blaine what is the matter with you today, you look like you've seen a ghost!”

“For the last time, I'm not Blaine!”

“Alright…whoever  you are,” The stranger rolled his eyes “Get dressed, we're going out for brunch,”

Kurt decided, okay this was a dream. Some weird, bizarre dream, so he may as well just play along with it right? Kurt hoped he'd wake up soon.

He got up, looked in his closet drawers and grimaced.

Lobster cardigans…bowties? Okay…whoever this kid was, had no sense for fashion.  He'd have to make something work though.

He managed to skim through and find a black polo shirt and some red pants, he attached a brown belt and glimpsed at himself in the mirror. Okay, not too bad. Actually, he looked pretty hot, but he had to do something with those curls.

He reached up and ran his hands through them. They were gorgeous. Soft to touch, and just lovely, but obviously a mess. He found a bottle of gel (rather, a massive bottle of gel) and applied only some of it, so that he could still show of some of the curls. It'd be a waste, to make it look like a helmet.

The guy from before looked in to check his progress and seemed confused “What?” He asked in a voice that was not his own.

“You're not finished with your hair yet?” He waited In the doorway with his arms crossed and frowned at Kurt.

“Yes I am,” Kurt seemed annoyed that he'd have to be told how to get dressed, and then remembered this wasn't his body.

“And why should you tell me how to do my hair anyway,” He hissed and the boy threw up his hands in defence “Alright- calm down psycho. Ready to go then?”

“Um…where's my bag?” He asked. He probably sounded stupid, and the look the stranger gave him indicated that he was being very strange.

“Where you left it last night? In the living room? Jesus Blaine, how much alcohol did they give you?”

“Enough,” He muttered. There was no point trying to get this guy to see he wasn't Blaine anymore.

“It's a good thing I, Cooper Anderson, responsible human being made you stay home from school, or the dean would be suspicious,”

Well at least now Kurt had a name to the face, even though Kurt didn't think the school would be that impressed if it was him missing classes.

Kurt's stomach growled suddenly and he looked embarrassed as Cooper laughed. “Alright champ, let's go, I think we're ready,”

Kurt followed Cooper out into a living room which had a widescreen TV, fancy looking lounge, impeccable décor, and a gorgeous rug before leaving in a hallway that connected to the front door. There was a reasonable size garden, and cat sleeping in the sun as Cooper went to scratch behind it's ears “Seeya tinks,”

“Tinks?”  Kurt asked as Cooper got his car keys out and flashed it at a silver car nearby indicating that it was his. Cooper rolled his eyes back at him as he opened the passenger seat for him. Kurt got inside and found the seats very comfortable much to his surprise.

“I think all that product you put in your hair is affecting your brain cells today. Your six year old self was not very creative in naming it after a cartoon,”

“Disney's are a classic, my friends still watch them,” Kurt defended himself, even though he had no idea why.

“I shall make no more comments on the matter,” Cooper chuckled as he turned on the radio. “Care for a duet?” He asked and Kurt shrugged. Why not. There's always a time for music- even if you were in another person's body and not used to their voice.

“Sure,” He said. Duran Duran came on and Kurt…was amazing.

He didn't recognise his own voice, but even Cooper seemed impressed. “Very impressive Blaine, I'm pleased to see that choir of yours is doing something good for you,”

Kurt made no comment, because he had no idea what Cooper was talking about so he just forced a smile.

“I know I haven't been around much lately, and I'm sorry Blainers…work's just full on you know? I'll try make it up to you somehow…maybe next month you can come visit me,”

Kurt made not much conversation, he just muttered “It's okay Cooper,” Kurt couldn't get angry at someone when he didn't even know them or what they did wrong to whoever this Blaine guy was.

Cooper looked pensive as he briefly looked at him concerned and then sighed giving up and parking in to the restaurant's parking lot. Kurt hopped out of the car gratefully needing the fresh air, and surroundings of other people. He noticed Rachel go up to the counter and beamed shouting “Rachel!!”

Cooper looked startled as did Rachel when she turned around and frowned at Kurt who was waving at her to come over.

“Do I know you?”

“I was wondering the same thing…” Cooper spoke for Kurt who seemed too happy and surprised to see her to talk.

“Hey aren't you from that TV comer-” Rachel began but Cooper interrupted by holding out his hands and nodded beaming “Cooper Anderson, yes I am, and yes you may have my autograph,”

Kurt rolled his eyes as he finally gained back his voice and remembered that he was not in his own body.

“I'm sorry, you must be confused, I watched the New Directions perform and I just wanted to say you guys were amazing, would I be able to have your number and keep informed when you perform next?” Kurt said knowing this trick would work as predicted Rachel's eyes lid up alongside a smile and she grinned at him nodding “Why of course you can! It's always a pleasure to meet someone in fans of the arts, and the New Directions will be pleased with your feedback as co-director of the group I'd be happy to spread the news that you enjoyed watching us,”

Cooper looked stunned and as though he tried to get a word in or two but found it almost impossible, finally though he manage to interrupt

“The New Directions?” He said lamely as Kurt sighed. Rachel nodded “Were a show choir at McKinley high, we perform songs so we can win Nationals in New York,”

“Blaine is in a show choir too aren't you squirt?” Kurt tried to remember the name of the show choir was and grinned back at Rachel “Yeah, we're The Garglers,” Rachel frowned trying to think of the show choir and then a lightbulb hit as she said “Oh, wait you mean The Warblers Right? Did they misspell your name?”

“No no, Blaine went to a big party last night with The Warblers infact, I think he's still a little hangover don't mind him,” Cooper winked as Rachel giggled. Kurt groaned facepalming “Sorry, I meant The Warblers,”

“Well if you sing as good as you look, we have a bit of competition on our hands, we'll have to watch out,” Rachel chuckled as Cooper grinned even wider if possible.

Rachel then proceeded to get out a notepad, wripped of a piece of paper and wrote her number using Cooper's back as she admitted she had to get going soon.

“Alright it was nice meeting you, feel free to call anytime bye Blaine…bye Cooper,”

“Adios,” Cooper beamed as Kurt said goodbye and they found their table. “She seems nice…not bad looking either…I wonder if she's got a boyfriend,” Immediately Finn came to mind and Kurt interjected “She does, I saw it on one of the online videos,”

“Damn,”

“I know right…”

“Why you thinking of changing your sexuality? That'd be a first,” Cooper chuckled.

Oh …. So Blaine was gay too?