Darren stared intently at his reflection in the mirror. He knew he was dreaming, no way the sky was that shade of purple anywhere – or if it was, then he just had to find where and go live there for the rest of his life.

He looked tired. Chris always said that it was unfair because dark circles under his eyes actually made him look good.

Each time Chris had made that remark, Darren wanted to say that Chris looked good too when he was tired. Adorable, rather. You just wanted to wrap your arms around him and never let go. Because as strong as Chris Colfer was, the lack of sleep turned him into a giant teddy bear.

Darren blinked a few times. He was one to believe that dreams had a meaning. He just couldn't find what the signification of this one was. He tilted his head to the side and his reflection did the same, a millisecond later.

And that's when he noticed. His reflection looked younger.

Which meant that he was in Blaine's body, even in the dream.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Blaine never remembered his dreams when he woke up in the morning. Except for the extremely vivid ones, but then he usually believed they had actually happened, like, for real – which often led to big, big misunderstandings. And amused Kurt greatly, for some obscure reason.

This dream was one of the vivid kind. But not realistic. Just... curiously vivid.

Usually, when you stare at a mirror in a dream, it either becomes a window, or you see everything but yourself.

This time, it was the exact contrary. He could only see himself.

He looked different, though.

Older.

Well, actually he looked exactly... like Darren.

Even in a dream I can't have my own body...

He sighed, and froze immediately.

Darren's eyes widened in shock. Did my reflection just sigh ?

"Wow", Blaine let out

Yes, well. It was a dream after all. So maybe it was some creepy, Bloody Mary thing...

He shouldn't have talked about Supernatural with Chris before going to bed. Because now he was probably having a nightmare...

"Hello ?"

Blaine tilted his head in confusion. His reflection had just addressed him.

"Okay, so obviously..."

"... this is not a mirror."

"Shit, I hate those weird dreams."

"Yeah, tell me about it..."

Then they locked eyes again and their jaws fell simultaneously as something clicked in their minds.

"Blaine ?", Darren asked, just as the other boy whispered "Darren ?"

Blaine blinked a few times.

"Okay. So this is definitely unexpected."

Darren raised an eyebrow.

"Unexpected doesn't even begin to cover it. Seriously, this curse... first I swap bodies with my character, now I'm having the weirdest dreams ever ! Dude, it's like... really, whoever created this thing – they SUCK."

"Wait – are we... are we actually communicating, or am I dreaming about you ?"

"... you mean am I dreaming about you ?"

The boys sighed at the same time.

"This is way too confusing."

"Yeah..."

"I know, why don't we just... like... okay, tell me something I don't know, that I will be able to check once I wake up, and I'll do the same. That way, we don't take the risk of all this being a masquerade when we thought it was really happening."

Darren giggled at Blaine's choice of word. Who says masquerade ? Besides prep school students ?

"For example – in my schoolbag, there's a signed copy of The Prisoner Of Azkaban. If you look on page 394, you will find the drawing of a werewolf that Kurt did a while ago. It's missing a paw."

Darren raised an eyebrow, impressed, wondering if Blaine knew about A Very Potter Musical.

"All right, I'll look for it in the morning. Ehm... are you staying in my apartment ?"

"Yes."

"Good – in my room, there is a huge desk. If you check under it, on the left, there is a tiny drawer. In this drawer, there're several old tapes – my brother and I singing Disney songs, we recorded them when we were kids. You can find them and listen to them if you want. Although please – don't let Chris anywhere near it."

Blaine smiled a knowing smile.

"Oh I'm sure he'd love to hear it. One more reason for him to fanboy over you."

"... what do you mean ?"

"He's like, your number one fan... We... well... at the hospital, we decided -"

"... Chris came to see me ? I mean, technically, you, but, you know, me ?"

"He stayed the whole time, I think he was even there before I woke up. Good thing he loves sci-fi, I don't think he would've believed me otherwise. Well, at first the doctors thought I was... I mean, they thought you had hit your head too hard and were having some sort of psychological trouble that made you think you were me. When in fact, I was me. Well, more like, you weren't you."

Darren's mind had focused on "he stayed the whole time", and he smiled despite himself.

"Yeah, well Kurt believed it surprisingly fast too. He said he knew something was off."

"How's he doing ? Is everything okay ? Chris told me what's going to happen... wait, is it – when are you right now ?"

"It's the night just after the accident. And Kurt is okay. He... he misses you a lot and I have the feeling this whole thing is freaking him out more than he lets me see."

Blaine looked down, pained. Darren felt the odd need to hug him... or something... which was extremely weird because he would be... comforting... himself... sort off. So he just settled for a hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"... is Chris okay too ? How did my parents react ?"

"Chris is fine, he's got it all under control. I don't know how he does it – he remains calm when everything is just... chaos."

"Yeah, it's surprising, what with the humongous quantity of caffein that runs in his veins – but he always keeps calm."

Blaine smiled.

"Your parents are okay – they don't know you're me though, we're pretending everything is normal. And I've got good news. Chris and I spent the evening doing some investigation -"

"Did you guys shoot the scenes or what ?"

"Nah, they're waiting for m- I mean, for you to get better. They're doing every scene they don't need you for. Chris has done all of his already so he's staying at your place with me, you know, until everything goes back to normal."

Darren felt a weird surge of jealousy. Chris was spending some time in his apartment... and he wasn't even there.

Chris was going to shower in his bathroom.

Chris was going to sleep in his bed more than once in a row. Maybe when I'll come back the pillow will have the same awesome smell his shampoo has...

"Darren ? Hello ? You're... dreamdaydreaming..."

"S-sorry, I was just, it's, ehm... what did you and Chris find out ?"

"Do you watch Supernatural ?"

"... I've seen the first seasons, then I got busy and all..."

Darren laughed as Blaine rolled his eyes in a very Kurt-ish way, before starting to explain the synopsis of 'The French Mistake'. Darren almost got lost at some point because Blaine got over-excited about some actor name Misha Collins and was bouncing up and down.

"... so, then Chris suggested we call Cory -"

"You told Cory ?"

"No, no, wait -"

"Because if you tell Cory... you basically tell everyone. The guy just can't keep a secret..."

"Yes, that's also what Chris said."

At that point, the sky was almost pink and the ground was slowly turning from simple grass to rainbow colored flowers. Darren sat down. The problem with dreams that aren't dreams (or something equally disturbing) was that you still felt your body's needs as if they were real, and he was pretty sure they had spent about an hour just staring at each other before reacting and Darren's legs were as sore as if he'd just run for miles in a row. Blaine sat down beside him, though Darren noticed he did it a lot more gracefully, checking if the grass wasn't wet and everything.

Continuously dapper, aren't you Blainey-boy ? Even in a dream...

Blaine wasn't sure whether or not he should tell Darren he knew about the way he felt for Chris. Because it was most certainly going to be awkward if he did, judging from his extremely tactful ways of putting things. But right now there were more important things to discuss, such as what Chris and him had figured out (mostly by themselves, which he was quite proud of).

"Do you think we can make anything appear in there ?", Darren inquired

"What do you mean ?"

"Inception style. Like, a swimming pool, or a Quidditch stadium. We're in the middle of an infinite rainbow colored field, and the sky is pink. I'm wearing my favorite t-shirt, the one my mother threw away – it was before I'd moved out- because she said I was too old to like the Power Rangers."

"And I'm wearing a McKinley Sports Team t-shirt... it doesn't make sense."

"... maybe it's your deepest desire ?"

Blaine blushed and looked down.

"Hey there's nothing to be embarrassed about... you want to be in your boyfriend -"

WHAT ?

"- 's school, it's perfectly normal !"

Darren had noticed Blaine's face going even redder when he'd say "boyfriend" and then back to normal after he'd said "school".

Why did he – oh. Oh. Oh, Blaine, you hormone driven teenage boy you !

"... I take it you did not mean the school... right ?"

"This is Kurt's t-shirt. And those are his jeans too."

"You're literally in Kurt's pants", Darren chuckled

Blaine bit his lip and hid his face in his hands.

"Oh come on, don't be so shy, it's just me you know !"

Blaine looked up, and then smiled when he recognized the pattern on the trousers Darren was wearing.

"Well, looks like you're in the same situation. You're in Chris' pants."

Darren looked down on himself.

"Holy – how do they even fit ?"

"Yeah, same question here."

They exchanged a confused look.

"Well, it is a dream after all."

"True. So, wait – does that mean you and Kurt didn't get any action after the prom ?"

Blaine's face turned red again.

"Not... exactly..."

"... come on, tell me !"

"Why do you need to know ?"

"Because I made you, Blaine. And I could convince the writers to make you do horrible things if you don't tell me. Also because... well, Chris said that, considering the emotional state you guys were in, you wouldn't do anything more than kiss and that you probably didn't even spend the night together. And I said that, well, the emotional state was the best argument proving that you guys... reached another base. So we sort of placed bets on it."

Blaine chuckled.

"I did spend the night at Kurt's. With Burt's authorization, considering the night's events. I won't give you any detail – but you win the bet. Well, you half-do."

Half ? He raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean ?"

"Strictly speaking, Kurt and I are still virgins. But, well, we were teenage boyfriends sharing a bed after the prom. So, you know."

Darren grinned. Handjobs and dry-humping mean I win !

He quickly tried to chase the thought away because for some obscure reason, when he pictured Kurt and Blaine together... well, it was always Chris and him. And it did things to his body.

"So, tell me – how do we get back to where we belong ?"

"Okay, so first of all – this dream is a new information. Have you slept today, during the day ?"

"Yes, I must've fallen asleep a few times at the hospital... wait, why didn't we connect then ?"

"I supposed we weren't asleep at the same time. This is good. It means we were right – stuff happens when we do the same thing simultaneously. Okay, the time of the car crash suggests a delay of exactly 8 hours. It happened at 8 am for you, when it was 4 pm for me."

Darren nodded.

"But... if we switch every time we do something at the same time – doesn't this mean that tomorrow morning, we'll wake up in our own bodies ?"

"Chris said that we most certainly must have done stuff simultaneously before – like drink coffee or whatever – but never switched places. I suppose it only works with big uncommon stuff. Or probably life threatening situations. Like a car crash... or bungee jumping."

"So basically... we have to get into a car crash again ?"

"... sort of, yes. But Chris says it's way too dangerous and doesn't want to take too much risks. Because... well, what if one of us dies... does the other just... stay in the wrong world forever ?"

Darren looked down, but didn't answer. They were, in fact, in a dangerous position.

"We've got to choose something quickly. I'm going to wake up soon if there's an 8 hour delay between you and me", Darren pointed

Blaine nodded and closed his eyes as Darren started picking flowers, lost in his thoughts.

Blaine was not a fan of extreme sports. They terrified him.

"Jumping from a bridge, into the water ?", Darren suggested

"Too dangerous."

"It wouldn't kill us !"

"Pretty sure it would."

"Then... jump from a plane ? With some parachutes, of course."

"Naaah, I'm not doing that !"

"Do you want to go back to Kurt or what ?"

And that did the trick. Of course. Blaine would lay down in front of a train for Kurt, he'd do all the things Bruno Mars pretended he'd do, and more.

"Yes, I do."

"Then we should -"

"Darren ? Blaine ?"

The two boys turned abruptly as they heard the voice they both cherished. Kurt was walking towards them. Or was it Chris ?

No way to tell. Whoever it was had messy hair – but in a structured way –, was wearing skinny jeans and... well. An old shirt, buttons open, that revealed a white, almost transparent undershirt.

"Is something wrong ?"

Kurt – or Chris – had paused a few feet from them, one hand on his hips, the other passing through his hair.

"Kurt ?", Blaine asked, just as Darren said, "Chris, is that you ?"

The boy just smiled and nodded. There was absolutely no way to know which he was. Blaine and Darren got up, approaching him.

"Who's... who's dreaming about you ?", Darren inquired

"You both are", he answered

"But... who are you ?"

"I'm Kurt. And I'm Chris."

Blaine shot Darren a worried glance.

"That's... that's not possible !"

"This is a dream, Blaine, anything's possible", Kurt-and-Chris said, caressing Blaine's cheek, "I belong to both of your subconscients. You're sharing a dream, and you're in each other's world. Your perception of me is a mix of both fantasies."

Blaine frowned, reaching up to catch Kurt/Chris' hand but the other boy was already moving towards Darren.

"Do you remember this shirt, Darren ?"

"It's... it's mine..."

"That's right. I borrowed it from you after the water-pistol war on set. I didn't give it back to you."

Blaine looked closer.

"I own the same shirt !"

Darren looked at him, then back to Chris-Kurt.

"Are you... wearing things that both Chris and Kurt can have ?"

"Mmmh-mmh. Also clothes that you and Blaine appreciate particularly. I've been created by your minds... which means I know what's in there."

Kurt/Chris took Darren's hand and placed it on his waist, Blaine almost protesting, before he realized – to Darren, this boy was Chris, not Kurt.

"It's okay", Chris-Kurt whispered when Darren tried to pull away, "It's just a dream, Darren. You've done this before..."

Blaine bit back a gasp when Kurt – no, this was Chris right now – leaned closer to Darren, gently letting his lips on the other boy's. At first Darren stood still, but quickly enough he was responding to the kiss, letting out a soft, desperate moan before stepping back.

"Oops. Looks like you're waking up, Darren. Be careful though – the boy in your bed does not belong to you."

Blaine's eyes widened when he saw that Darren's body was turning translucide. Which meant he only had a few seconds left.

"Darren ! Listen, tomorrow, after the funeral, check in Kurt's copy of "Romeo and Juliette" !"

"What ? Why ?"

"You'll understand !"

And with that Darren was gone. Kurt/Chris turned to him and walked closer, his body changing to let completely go of the Chris side. He looked a lot younger, his skin even paler. He was glowing.

"I miss you, Blaine."

Kurt took the last step and brought their lips together but before Blaine had the chance to feel them, an invisible force pulled him backwards.

"Blaine ! Blaine, wake up, it's all right ! It's just a dream !"

Everything was dark around him, but he could feel a gentle hand on his shoulder, shaking him. He opened his eyes slowly.

"Jeez, Blaine, you scared the Hell out of me -"

"Kurt ?"

The other boy sighed, smiling sadly.

"No... I'm still Chris..."

Blaine looked around him. It was still dark outside. He sat up and turned to look at the bedside table. It was almost 1:30.

"Blaine, what was... what was your nightmare about ? You kept whispering nonsense and you were squirming and..."

"I talked to Darren."

"You mean you had a dream about him ?"

"No, no, I... I really talked to him."

"Are... are you sure ?"

"Yes, I – wait, there's only one way to know."

Blaine got out of the bed and walked to the desk, kneeling on the floor.

"Bingo !"

He reached under it and opened the tiny drawer, moving his hands just in time to catch the three tapes before they could fall on the ground.

"... what are those ?"

"The proof it was really Darren !"

He went back to the bed and sat on the edge, Chris joining him.

"Chuck and Darren – Colors Of The Wind/Pocahontas"

Blaine smiled. This meant there was hope for him to come back to Kurt. And maybe soon.

"How did you know it was there ?"

"Darren told me. And I told him something only I could know. So that we could check once we woke up."

"Great idea !"

Chris took the tape from Blaine's hand and rolled on the bed, stretching out his arm to reach for the tiny boombox on the floor. Blaine was fast enough to grab the other man's ankle and pull him back, reaching for the tape.

"Hey, no, Darren didn't want you to listen to it !"

"Well he's not here to stop me."

"No, but I am !"

Blaine grinned and leaped on Chris, almost managing to catch the tape – but Chris was fast and he was already back next to the headboard when Blaine fell down – disgracefully – on the mattress.

"Wow. That was super-effective, Anderson."

"I was in a car accident, my reflexes aren't exactly what they usually are."

"Oh, please."

Chris smirked and made himself comfortable on the pillows, waiting for Blaine to make the next move.

"You're going to regret it, you know."

"I don't think so. You're weak."

Blaine crawled up the bed and sat next to Chris.

"I'm not weak. I may lack some strength but I'm super-clever."

"You're aware that all I have to do is raise my hand, right ? You're too small to reach it."

Blaine frowned. That was low.

"Okay, that's it. I was gonna play nice, but you're in for a bumpy ride, Colfer."

He smiled wickedly, enjoying the hesitation in Chris' eyes. He stood still for a long second before jumping on Chris, tickling him.

"Aaaah ! No, no, haha, stop it ! Blaine – ha..."

Chris dropped the tape, freeing his hands in an attempt to push Blaine away - but changed his strategy and decided to tickle him instead.

At some point the tickle-fight evolved into a mega-pillow-tickle-fight.

Blaine manage to pin Chris under him after ten good minutes, and they were both panting heavily.

"Gotcha !"

"All right. You win. I'll just have to give Darren the puppy eyes once he comes back."

Blaine smiled... before he realized how awkward the situation was getting because hello, we're in our underwear and also this might not be my boyfriend but it's still his body and well, my boyfriend's incredibly HOT.

"Ehm...", Blaine said, rolling over, "... right. So. Coffee ?"

"Sure", Chris whispered, face flushed, quickly getting up and putting his pants on, "I'll go make some, Darren's coffee maker is... complicated unless you're used to it."

"Darren ? Darren, are you awake ?"

Kurt's voice reached Darren's ears through his dreamy haze. He groaned and opened his eyes, only to close them back.

"Come on, sleepyhead, it's almost 10 !"

"Too much light...", he mumbled, throwing his arm across his face, "...it's not ever supposed to be sunny in Ohio..."

Kurt chuckled.

"Well breakfast is ready, if you care to join us..."

"Us ?"

"Finn and I. Carole and my dad are at work."

"... no school today ?"

"It's Saturday, Darren."

"... right."

"Oh my God, you're worse than Blaine ! Come on, get up !"

Darren moved his arm and looked around him. Kurt had changed out of his pajamas and was now wearing black jeans and a simple grey shirt. He visibly hadn't done his hair yet, so it was still a little wet from the shower and the not-completely-awake look on his eyes reminded Darren of Chris' face when he arrived on set in the morning. He smiled and got up.

"You might want to put some pants on."

Darren looked down on himself, afraid that his body's reaction to the last image of his dream was showing. Fortunately, it wasn't, and Darren sighed in relief.

"No need to !"

"You're not going downstairs in your underwear. It's Finn. No need to give him a heart attack."

"Why, do you think he'll make assumptions or something ?"

"Oh, he will. And judging from the way you were moaning in your sleep, he might as well have heard and ask us -"

"Guys ! Guys, oh my God...", Finn ran into the bedroom, eyes wide, a horrified expression plastered on his face, "it's... it's Sam's mother... she... she's dead..."

"Oh my God !"

Kurt brought his hand to his mouth before squeezing his eyes shut. Darren moved closer to him and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, kissing his temple softly.

"It's... Mercedes called, she... she said she died in her sleep..."

Kurt turned and buried his head in Darren's chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I – I'm gonna go to the hospital. To see Sam, maybe he needs someone to keep an eye on his siblings while he and his father... take care of everything..."

Darren looked up.

"We'll join you later."

Finn nodded and turned around, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. He stopped on the doorstep.

"Blaine ?"

Darren took a second to react.

"Yes ?"

"Take care of Kurt."

"Of course."

And then he left, and they were all alone, the only sounds heard being Finn's footsteps as he walked down the stairs, and Kurt's muffled sobs. Darren caressed his hair slowly.

"You knew it was going to happen."

It wasn't a question. Darren swallowed uncomfortably.

"Y-yes."

Kurt stepped back from him, eyes red. He nodded and looked away.

"Kurt, I couldn't – I couldn't say anything, it would've been way too dangerous, I couldn't risk breaking the -"

"Who cares ? You could've saved her !"

"No, no, it wouldn't have changed that – you can't prevent that kind of thing from happening !"

Kurt shook his head in disapproval and sat on his bed.

"Get out."

"Kurt -"

"Get out !"