Kurt opened his eyes to look at the clock.  6 a.m.  Just on time.  He rolled over to look at his already awake boyfriend.

            “Morning, beautiful,” Blaine greeted, rubbing soothing circles on Kurt’s back.

            “Mm. Morning,” Kurt mumbled.  He placed a soft kiss on Blaine’s mouth, worrying about morning breath.  Blaine knew full well that they both needed to get up and get ready for work but he didn’t want to move.  This was how life was supposed to be.  This is the life he had dreamed of since he was a little boy.  Going to sleep and waking up next to the one person he loves.  Everything was perfect.

            After moments of comfortable silence Blaine spoke.  “Come on, baby, go get a shower.  Breakfast will be waiting when you come down.”  Blaine got up and pulled Kurt out of the bed with him, ignoring his protests.  He pushed Kurt playfully into the bathroom, placing a kiss on the back of his neck.  He only went downstairs to start working on breakfast after he heard the shower running.

            “Look at you, all dressed up for the first day of your new job,” Kurt smiled to his boyfriend as he walked down the stairs.

“Well, I just want to make a good first impression,” Blaine replied.  He wrapped his arms tight around Kurt’s slender waist.  Their lips met in a passionate kiss and Blaine quickly granted Kurt entrance to his mouth.  Kurt reached for those wondrous curls he knew Blaine had at the base of his hairline.  He tangled his fingers in them pulling Blaine closer, if that was even possible.  Eventually air became a necessity and the two boys split.

            “Mm. Can’t I just stay here and cuddle you forever?” Blaine asked. 

            “No, no,” Kurt said picking up his burgundy scarf.  “You’re excited for this and you know it.  It’ll be fine I promise.”

            Blaine grinned at the other boy and helped him pin his black spider broach to his jacket.

            “I love you,” Blaine whispered, embracing Kurt in a tight hug.

            “I love you too, Blaine.  Forever…”

            “…And always,” Blaine finished.

            He placed a parting kiss to his boyfriend’s mouth and headed out the door, completely unaware of what was in the day to come.

            Nobody Kurt had ever met in NYC owned a car.  And that included Kurt.  He pretty much knew his way around the city backwards and forwards.  Everyday on his way to work he would stop by the same bakery and pick up his non-fat mocha.  Today was no different.  As he walked into the bakery, greeting the owner, Theresa, his phone rang.

            “Rachel?  Hey, what’s up?” he answered.

            “Oh Kurt! Good, you answered! Look, I know this is asking a lot from you and especially now with everything you have going on for the fashion show but…”

            Kurt thanked the ladies and exited the bakery.

            “I need a dress,” Rachel continued.  “Finn and I have this big gala to go to next week and I thought who better to ask than my best friend!”  Rachel sounded excited and Kurt couldn’t say no to an excited Rachel.

            He sighed.  “Yea, sure. I guess I can do that.”

            “AHH!!! Really?! Oh Kurt! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

            “Okay, so what exactly do you want?” he asked, reaching into his bag to pull out his notebook.

            Rachel started rambling about all of her expectations with Kurt listening intently and taking notes.

            “And oo! Sparkles, Kurt! Lots of sparkles!  And do you think instead of the synching at the wai-.  Kurt?  What was that?  Why is everyone screaming?  Kurt!  What’s happening? Kurt? Kurt? Hello?”

            He had no idea where he was but it was no New York.

            “Hello, sir!  Kurt Hummel?  I’m Logan,”

            Kurt just stared at the guy, a questioning look on his face.

            Logan spoke again.  “It’s okay, Kurt.  It’s normal to be confused at this stage.  But don’t worry; you’re in a safe place now.  We’ll take care of you until a verdict is reached.”

            Kurt looked around and finally took the place in.  There was white everywhere.  The walls were white, the tables and chairs were white and he was wearing a white robe.

            “No, no.  This can’t be happening.  I can’t be…dead.” Kurt choked out.

            “I’m afraid it is, Kurt.  A car hit you.  When you were talking on your cell phone I guess you weren’t paying enough attention and the driver just didn’t have time to stop.  Your death was instant.  You have my deepest apologies.  I know how hard this transition can be.  But why don’t you come over here with me so we can sort a few things out,” Logan ushered him to one of the white computer desks.

            “No.  I can’t be here!  I should be at home or at work with my boyfriend!” Kurt was yelling now.

            “I’m afraid that’s not possible, sir.  You are here now.  There’s not much we can do about it,” Logan was trying to calm him but it obviously wasn’t working.

            Just then something on the desk caught Kurt’s eye.  A sign. ‘Rule one: do not press the return button without authorization’

            Now was his chance.  He wasn’t sure what it did but if it got him out of here it was good enough.  With out any hesitation he climbed over the desk and pressed the return button.

            Kurt opened his eyes slowly.  His first thought was “I’m back!” But no.  This was not his home.  Where was he?  He started to look around the room, looking for any sign of where he’d ended up.  As he glanced towards the door a tall slender man walked in.

            “Logan?”  Kurt asked.  “What are you doing here?”

            “Well, since you pressed the return button under my watch I was sent here…as your guardian angel.”

            Kurt sat up.  Whoa.  Something was wrong.  Why did he not feel right?  He lifted one arm up and then the other.  He lifted the bed covers and looked at his legs.  His hands immediately moved to his face.  This wasn’t right.  This wasn’t his body.  He shot an angry and questioning look at Logan.

            Logan sighed.  “Kurt Hummel…you are now Dean Shaller.”