Kurt was trying to ignore the incessant noise that was disturbing his slumber, but finding it very, very difficult. He rolled over and reached for his blanket to snuggle back up, but his hands found nothing but air. "Something is wrong." Kurt felt the ground around his body and his hands met cold, damp concrete. "Something is very wrong."

Kurt's eyes popped open and he surveyed his surroundings. He appeared to be in a dark basement of some sort that had pipes lining the ceilings. When he sat up, his eyes were met with the light of some sort lounge that was completely separate from the other half of the room. The walls were paneled with oak and a plush green carpet lay on the floor. There was a flat screen TV and a foosball table on one side of the room that was currently occupied by four figures that Kurt couldn't quite make out the identity of. On the other side of the room, there were shelves upon shelves of books and a large, leather sofa pushed up against the wall, which was currently occupied by Blaine and Thad.

"You're up." Blaine smiled as his eyes fell on Kurt. The four figures at the foosball table now turned to look at him and Kurt saw that it was none other than Jeff, Nick, Wes, and David.

"Hey!"

"There's our champion!" Jeff hollered as he nudged Nick in the side, "I told you he'd make it!"

"How's the head?" Blaine had gotten up from his seat to walk over to where Kurt was sitting on the ground. "You really gave me a scare."

"What? It's fine. What is…" pain seared across the back of Kurt's head "Ow!"

"You hit your head pretty hard when you fell." Thad was now by Blaine's side. "It's not every day that one falls two stories you know? You should rest."

"What are you talking about?" Everyone just stared at Kurt. "What?"

"All the single ladies, all the single ladies."

"Do you guys here that?" Kurt looked around the room, trying to find the source of the noise. "Where is that coming from?"

"Uh-oh…" Nick and Jeff exchanged a look as everyone around them seemed to dissipate into thin air.

"What do you mean 'uh-oh'?" Kurt glared at the boys, fed up with being so damn confused.

"Time to wake up Kurtis!" they chimed.

"If you liked it then you should've put a ring on it."

Kurt's eyes flew open and he sighed with relief to see the familiar off-white walls of his room. He reached for his phone to turn off his alarm and groaned slightly as his stiff muscles began to stretch out. "Thanksgiving break cannot come soon enough. I seriously need to get away from this place for a while." His dream seemed so real though. Kurt was sure it had something to do with the fact that his brain now automatically accepted the strange and abnormal as reality without hesitation. He climbed out of his bed and stumbled to the bathroom..

As Kurt reached for his tooth brush and toothpaste, he realized something was wrong with the figure in the mirror. "OH. MY. GOD." Kurt's hands flew up to clutch his hair that was now a bright red.

There was a knock at the door leading into Blaine's room, "Kurt, are you alright?"

In response, Kurt yanked open the bathroom door. "I am going to throttle Nick and Jeff when I find them! I know they had something to do with this and they will pay."

Blaine's hand flew to his mouth as he tried to muffle the laugh that was bubbling in his throat. Kurt's eyes turned into piercing daggers, "Do you think this is funny?"

Blaine quickly pulled himself together, "No!. Well…err…yeah. Just a little bit." He reached out to hold a piece of Kurt's hair. "We can go to the store after classes let out and get something to dye it back."

"Oh God! It's going to ruin my hair though!" Kurt whined, sinking down to sit on the edge of the counter.

Blaine put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "We'll make it work. I promise your hair will come out of this mostly unscathed. If it doesn't, you can dye mine whatever color you wish." Kurt didn't seem pleased, "or shave Nick and Jeff bald. After they've had a fair trial of course"

Kurt grinned at this and felt himself begin to gain control again. "Right, everything will be fine. I've just…got to survive today like this. That's all"

"I'll let you finish getting ready then so we can go down to breakfast." And with that Blaine closed his door.

Kurt ran a hand through his hair as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, "Yep. I'm going to throttle them." He sighed before turning on the water and continuing his morning routine.

At breakfast, Kurt waited impatiently for Nick and Jeff to show their faces. When they finally arrived—just seven short minutes before the bell signaling for everyone to go to first period rang— the two boys walked up to their usual table hesitantly. Before Kurt could say anything though, the two burst out with excuses:

"We swear we didn't do it!"

"There's no way!"

"We're not that dumb!"

"And how would we even get into your room?"

"We don't know."

"See!"

"It couldn't possibly have been us!"

"Please don't throttle us!"

"Or shave us!" Jeff's hands flew up to clutch his golden locks as he let out a whimper and his tail tucked between his legs.

Kurt was not amused. His glare turned to Blaine, "Why did you warn the perpetrators of this heinous crime against fashion and humanity? Who's side of this are you on?"

Blaine shrugged apologetically, "It didn't seem fair. I felt like I was letting them walk into a trap."

"I actually like it!" Kurt turned to see Aimee beaming up at him. "It shows some of that fierce personality of yours!'

Kurt couldn't help but smile at his adorable little friend. She was really good at that; calming him down when he seemed beyond saving. Aimee pulled him into a bear hug and Kurt laughed at her as his tension slowly eased away.

"Woah…" Kurt turned around to see five sets of eyes glued to the top of his head.

"Seriously guys? I know! It's red! Can we just move past this, please?"

Jeff raised a shaking finger to point at Kurt's hair, "Did it just…?"

"Yep." Wes answered.

"You have got to be kidding me." David shook his head, "I'm going to class."

"What?" Kurt's hands flew up to his hair.

Aimee looked up at him and her eyes widened, "It changed back!" she gasped, "You're like me!" she let out a squeal of excitement.

Kurt looked at Blaine in horror, "Mirror."

"Ooh! I've got one!" Jeff began digging through his messenger bag, tossing out empty chip packets, red vines, and a slinky as he went. Blaine and Kurt were looking at him questioningly as he finally dug out the mirror and handed it to Kurt. "What? It's purely for spy purposes." A mischievous grin spread across his and Nick's faces.

Blaine plugged his ears, "I didn't just hear that."

"Sorry Mr. Prefect!" Jeff snorted.

Kurt held the mirror up and almost cried with relief as he saw his hair had returned to its normal shade of brown. Almost, that is, until he realized that normal people don't wake up with their hair changing random colors. "What is wrong with me?" he groaned.

Blaine grabbed his hand, "Nothing is wrong with you, Kurt. Whatever is going on with your ability, we'll figure it out together."

"And soon. I swear if I wake up one day with green hair I am not going to class until it changes back."

"I can help you with that." Aimee seemed way too excited about this, "All you have to do is relax and picture the color you want your hair to be."

"Huh? It's that simple?"

"Yep! How do you think I'm able to do this all the time?" Aimee closed her eyes and the brilliant orange streak in her hair turned black with red on the tip.

"Creeeepy…" Nick was clinging to Jeff's arm.

"We'll be leaving now." Jeff said as he and Nick began to slowly back out of the dining hall before turning around and sprinting through the doors.

Kurt sighed and gathered his things, "We should probably leave too." Right on cue, the bell rang and students began filing out of the dining hall, heading to their classes.

When the bell rang at the end of the day, Kurt walked out to the courtyard to meet Blaine. He found him standing by a beautiful willow tree next to the library. When Blaine looked up at him and smiled, he felt his pulse quicken and his cheeks flush. As embarrassing as Kurt found this, he kind of hoped that Blaine would never stop making him feel that way. Those muddled feelings of excitement, nerves, and happiness. He was the only person who'd ever made him feel that way, and he never wanted it to change.

Blaine crossed the pathway and took Kurt's hand in his, "Hey." He leaned in to give Kurt a quick peck on the lips, "How was your day?"

"Surprisingly normal given the way it started out." They turned down the pathway leading to quad where the dorms were.

Blaine chuckled, "So, what did you want to do tonight?"

"Oh," Kurt blushed, "I was hoping we could just hang out in my room and study. Or your room works! Uh…if you'd prefer." He smiled at Blaine nervously.

"I'd love that." Their eyes connected and Kurt almost tripped over his own feet. "And your room is fine with me." They walked the rest of the way back to their dorms in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence.

"Ugh! I swear if I have to look at another covalent bond I'm going to set this book on fire!" Kurt slammed his chemistry book and threw it off of his lap.

Blaine laughed at him before leaning over and capturing him in a kiss, "Want me to take your mind off things?" he leaned his forehead against Kurt's.

"That would be…nice" Kurt smiled as Blaine closed the gap between them to kiss him again, this time a little rougher than usual. Kurt returned the kiss eagerly and snaked his arms around Blaine's neck. Blaine deepened the kiss and Kurt's lips parted, granting him access to his mouth.

Kurt felt like his heart was going to explode at any moment. His skin was absolutely on fire everywhere Blaine was touching him. Blaine began to trail kisses down his jaw and neck. Kurt whimpered and ran his fingers through Blaine's hair as he reached out to grab his comforter, instead grabbing a book. Blaine lightly nibbled his earlobe and the strangest of feelings ran through Kurt's fingertips, like tingling sparks.

Blaine stopped, "Do you smell something burning?"

Kurt opened his eyes and looked down at his hand to see that the chemistry book he held was now on fire.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Kurt panicked and lifted the edges of the book that the flames hadn't spread to yet to carry it to the bathroom. He looked up to see a flash of Blaine's leg as he ran through the bathroom. Kurt, careful not to burn himself, quickly ran to the bathroom and set the book in the sink.

"Stand back!" Kurt obeyed and a mass of white foam appeared on the book, smothering the flickering flames. He looked up to see Blaine in the doorway with a fire extinguisher in hand.

"That's it. I've official gone insane." Kurt stared at the book and shook his head, "And I don't even want to know why you have to keep that in your room."

"Kurt, why do you have my sister's powers?"

"What?" So that is what the flames on her picture meant…

"I don't know, I mean, you wake up this morning and all of a sudden your hair color is controlled by your emotions and you can shoot flames from your fingertips! There is something really strange going on with you."

"You think I don't know that?" Kurt snapped, immediately feeling ashamed. "Sorry, it's not your fault. I just…I'm just really freaked out by all of this! Not to mention that dream I had this morning!"

"Dream?"

"Yeah…" Kurt explained the strange experience to him. "And I could have sworn all of it was real. It just seemed way too detailed to be a dream."

Blaine pursed his lips, deep in thought. "Melanie."

"Who's Melanie?" Kurt tried to picture the name in the journal that Nick and Jeff had given him, but he drew a blank.

Blaine's jaw dropped in shock as he stared at Kurt. It took him a few seconds to recover, "She's Wes's girlfriend and our resident genius and technology expert. Whatever is wrong with you, she'll have an answer." Kurt nodded, thankful to have found a solution to his extremely stress inducing problems. "And if you're able to read my mind now, we definitely need to go see her before this gets any worse. Let me grab my coat."

Blaine left Kurt standing in the middle of the bathroom, speechless. Instead of speaking, Kurt sank down to the floor and leaned his head against the open door. "I don't know how much more of this I can take. This Melanie girl had better have some fucking answers." He needed her to if he had any hope of keeping what was left of his sanity intact.