Good Morning Blaine

Blaine woke up with a start, feeling a piercing pain in his head as he stepped out of bed. Aww…

He was gripping his head as he struggled to stand up, staggering for a moment to find his balance. And then he blinked…

Hwoah…

Did someone hit me while I was sleeping or what?

He proceeded to walk in what he expected to be on his way to his bathroom. His mind was a bit fuzzy so he wasn't aware of his surroundings too much. Not noticing how his room seemed to be too small for his liking, his Harry Potter poster changed into the poster of Wicked…

Oh, yes… not even how long his legs had gotten, or that no black curls was bouncing up on top of his forehead; or the way he was groaning sounded too high pitched and not at all sounded like his own…

He was rubbing his sleep from his eyes when suddenly…

He hit on a wall.

What the hell? Why is there a…

His breathing hitched, sensing at last that something's not right.

Then he glanced around his room. Or at least, 'supposed-to-be' his room because now, all he could see are the colors red, pink and white, except for the big black curtain that covered half of the room. His vision slowly came into focus and he just knew that everything was wrong here.

EVERY…THING.

Am I still dreaming?

He took in a deep breath to calm himself while his vision processed what he was seeing…because surely, this isn't his room! And since when did his duvet turned pink?

Where the heck am I?

He was starting to get a little queasy and light headed at the same time, feeling like he was about to faint.

But then he saw a figure move in the corner of his eyes. He glanced quickly to see who it was.

"Kurt!" Blaine let out a sigh of relief and stretched his hand out to grab on to him, desperately searching for some comfort. The strange thing was that Kurt did exactly the same on the reflection of the vanity mirror…

Wait.

Reflection?

Blaine froze; panic finally kicking in. He moved cautiously towards the vanity table, eyes never leaving Kurt's appearance that was mimicking his every action perfectly. Blaine reached out; hands shaking; lips quivering…

OH MY FREAKIN' GOD! IS HE…

ME?

He screamed; a high pitched, earsplitting scream that most probably could wake the whole neighborhood.

And to make matters worse, his screaming aggravated into shrieking when the black curtain suddenly slid open and revealed a huge (half naked) guy who looked greatly alarmed and as frightened as he was; his hands covering both of his ears.

"What the f*ck?" Blaine started yelling at him and began throwing whatever stuff he could grab to the man who was moving towards him.

"Kurt! Dude! What the hell? Stop it!" the guy said between breaths as he managed to cover himself with his muscled arms from all the things that was flying towards him.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME, YOU FRANKENTEIN!" Blaine continued to yell, running around the room. "STAY! AWAY!"

"Damn it, Kurt!" The huge guy seemed to grow tired of what was happening and before Blaine knew it, the guy jumped and tackled him…both teenagers smashed into the bed, a hand immediately covered Blaine's mouth and another gripping his wrist.

"MMmphh!" Blaine struggled to get free from the monster that was on top of him, his other hand that wasn't strangled kept hitting the guy's chest over and over to no avail.

"Kurt!" the guy continued to name him. "Calm down, man! You're scaring the sh*t out of me!"

A booming sound of feet was heard and a door slamming made both of the teenagers snap their heads towards the noise. It was coming from the stairs. A man came shuffling down and then stood frozen with his mouth agape at their position.

"Finn? What the hell are you doing to my son?" the man accused, eyes bulging.

The guy sprang away from Blaine in lightning speed, hands over his head at once. "It's not what you think, Burt. I swear!"

Blaine was this close to hyperventilating if not for the woman who came down and stood next to the man who proclaimed to be Kurt's father. Somehow, the thought of a woman's presence in this suffocating room calmed him down a bit.

"Kurt, honey? Are you okay?" he heard the woman ask and found himself being hugged by her. He couldn't help but whimper at her touch and leaned in from her embrace; feeling hopeless for human affection.

"Finn, what happened?" she asked to the guy who's apparently called Finn as she stroke his (curls. No...) hair. Blaine was shaking badly when he glanced back at Finn, finally having a good look at the guy who attacked him. iMan, he's tall…/i

"Yeah, Finn, care to explain why you were on top of my son just now?"

"On top of Kurt?" the woman asked in confusion, eyes darting to the half naked guy.

"No! It's not what you think!" Finn cried out, hands flailing at his sides for emphasis. "It's not like I'm gonna rape him! Oh my god, how could I?"

Finn began telling them what had happened; he was covering his naked chest the whole time, feeling very much conscious with himself as all eyes were looking at him.

Blaine just listened to his rambling and couldn't find himself be in opposition to what he was saying…because it REALLY was the truth anyway.

Oh, no... thought Blaine as he somewhat made sense of what was happening. Surely, Finn is not Kurt's brother because the old man kept identifying Blaine as his son and he never actually use it for Finn and everything. Is he…

Oh god, is he Kurt's boyfriend?

Are they, like…living together?

A surge of jealousy filled him and couldn't help but glower at Finn. This is his boyfriend? Well, he just must've fallen in love with this guy with obvious reasons.

I mean, the guy has six packs! Being muscular is enough to make everyone swoon on his feet. It's not true love. he thought bitterly.

"Son, are all of that true?" he heard Kurt's father asked him through narrowed eyes, seeing how evident he was throwing daggers at Finn.

The question got him thinking…

If he denied everything that Finn said and told them that he was harassed, Kurt's father would definitely not approve on this guy to be Kurt's boyfriend. It's a perfect plan to end their relationship and…

Urgh! What am I thinking? NO! He couldn't. Of course, he couldn't do that to Kurt! Kurt…loves this guy. And in as much as I hate admitting that, I still have some conscience. I can't let my own feelings get to me. And I have more problems to worry too! Like, how did I even end up waking in Kurt's body?

Then a light bulb switched on his head. Oh, no…then Kurt must be…?

Blaine stood up suddenly; all eyes were still unto him.

"I…" Blaine gulped and looked around the room, looking for something. There!

He rushed to grab the cell phone on the nightstand, assuming it was Kurt's. "I need to go."

Kurt's father frowned and moved to corner him on his way to the stairs, not allowing him to go a step further. "You gonna go out with your bed head, kid?"

"Well…Y-Yeah," Blaine nodded. Hell, I need to call my phone before Kurt wakes up in my own freakin' body and I have to do it NOW.

*Silence…*

He noticed how they were all staring at him like he just told them that he killed someone. Did I say something wrong?…

"Not even," Kurt's dad made some weird circular gesture over his face and expected him to know what it means.

Uhhh…what?

"Is that some kind of a game?" he asked without thinking.

He doesn't know if it was just his imagination or just the trick of the light or whatever that you prefer, but all three of them dropped their jaws at the same time.

"Erm," he said, breaking the awkward silence and clutched Kurt's phone tightly on his chest as he thought hard. I've really got no time on these…charade thing that they want me to do. I must concentrate on the problem at hand! Does Kurt even have a car? Going back to his house sounds like the only plan to find out what's really happening.

For some reason, he's in no doubt that the pocket watch has something to do with all this.

"D-Dad," he said hesitantly, making eye contact with Kurt's father for the first time. It's now, or never. "Can I borrow your car today?"

There was an uncomfortable pause again and then Kurt's dad gave him an inquisitive look. "Why, did something happen to yours?"

Oh!...So Kurt's got his own car! Perfect!

"Oh, ok. Alright." Blaine nodded in relief. "Do you know where I could find my keys then?"

All three of them exchanged puzzled looks for what seemed like forever for Blaine, before Frankentein pointed at the car key lying on the vanity table.

Blaine snatched it right away and proceeded to walk towards the stairs, not even wavering when he passed by where Kurt's father stood. He could feel their eyes watching his every move... Damn, I need to get out of here before they realize that I'm not really Kurt!

Suddenly, a firm grip was holding Blaine's arm to stop him. Oh, no. Blaine looked back at Kurt's father pleadingly. "Please, sir. I really need to go."

Another pause.

Really! What's with these people that they keep falling quiet like I've done something really terrible in front of them?

"Did you just call me Sir?" Kurt's father looked horrified. Oh, shoot…

"Dad!" Blaine yanked his arm off the man's grasp and walked a step away from them and closer to the stairs. "I meant Dad."

They were already looking bewildered by how strange he was acting. The woman inched closer to him. "Kurt, sweety, is there something wrong?"

He bit his lip and shook his head. Even if he tells them his predicament, they'd all just laugh at him. Who would believe him? He sighed.

"Look," he said, giving them a reassuring smile and to not appear too rude. "I'm fine. There's just something I really need to do…I'll be back…

"I promise." Well…not exactly ME, I hope…but…oh, you know what I mean.

"Why do I have a feeling that that was not my son?" Burt blurted out as soon as the door was closed and no Kurt in sight.

He glanced at Carole who was looking quite as perplexed as him.

"You do realize that we have school today, right?" Finn butted in. "Can I go take a shower now?"