Finn felt the warm morning sunlight on his face. Not opening his eyes, he stretched himself on the bed, hearing his bones cracking.

"Wait..." He thought. "I don't remember opening my blindfolds yesterday's evening..."

He opened his eyes, feeling confused. And what he saw wasn't much of the help. He wasn't in his room. And he much definitely didn't remember going to a party last night. 

"Whoa, okay. What's going on? Is this another of those Puck's jokes, because dude, that's totally not funny" His thoughts were spinning inside his head rapidly.

He got up. 

"Why's the floor so close?" he muttered to himself. He started looking around the room. He remembered being there before. It was Blaine's room. He'd been there once with Rachel and Kurt to sing that weird rat song to Blaine after he got slushied.

"But why am I in his room?" Finn thought, looking at the huge bed where he'd been sleeping. And then he turned left, and it felt like the time stopped running.

"What the fuck..."

***

Blaine was really confused. His bed suddenly felt so small and uncomfortable, and why did everything stink like week-worn dirty socks? He certainly didn't remember leaving them on the floor because first of all, gross, and second of all, Kurt would be furious if he'd know about that.

"What time is it?" He was wondering. "It must be late. Why my mother still hasn't come up to wake me? She knows exactly how much time I need to make myself look presentable"

He opened his eyes, and his jaw dropped.

"Where am I?" He thought in panic, and after a moment of laying completely still, he carefully jumped out of the stinky bed to find himself standing on a dirty sock.

"Oh God, what if I was kidnapped? No. It didn't make any sense. What kind of kidnapper would leave his dirty socks on the floor? But then again...What if?"He moved slowly towards the door, feeling a little odd. Like his moves was uncoordinated. He carefully caught the handle. Thank God, the door, were open, maybe he'd be able to escape.

He silently closed the door behind him, and he was just about to make a step when it suddenly hit him.

 "Wait.. I know this corridor. Oh God, it's Kurt's house."

In a few seconds, he was back in the room. Now he had a chance to actually see where he was. He saw football posters on the walls, football trophies, an X-box, Rachel's picture on the nightstand...

"Why am I in Finn's room?" He thought, feeling a little bit panicked. He turned around, and then he saw his face.

 He pinched himself hard, but no, he wasn't dreaming. Then again, how could that be real?

"Oh God, this is not happening, please." He begged silently. "It can't be true...."

***

Finn was nervously pacing around the room. 

"What to do, what to do..." He was thinking. "But how is this even possible?! Okay dude, calm down, you need to calm down... If you're Blaine, then Blaine must be you. You need to get dressed, get the hell out of here, find Blaine, and fix this."

He opened the first drawer and found himself staring at the opened box of condoms, half-empty bottle of lube, and a purple dildo. He immediately shut the drawer, and he blushed furiously. "I don't want to know what Blaine and my brother are using it for. Mom always says that not knowing is blessing."

He reached the underwear drawer, and found a pair of black fitting boxers. He was slightly uncomfortable with the thought of seeing his brother's boyfriend naked, but in the end, he had no choice. He grabbed the underwear, and moved towards the wardrobe. He opened it quickly, and suddenly had to blink few times. Blaine apparently had a lot of colourful clothes.

"There's no way in hell I'm going to wear something like that!" He thought desperately. " And shit, if I would pick up the wrong clothes... Kurt's totally going to notice that something is wrong."

"Shit!" He coursed aloud, and then murmured a little more quietly. "I wonder how is Blaine doing..."

***

Blaine was completely terrified. How the hell was he going to leave the house unnoticed? Kurt couldn't see him. He'd, definitely will notice that something is off. Fuck. What was he going to do?

He quickly started dressing himself, not putting too much effort in it, and trying not to look down. Finn didn't particularly care what did he looked like. He definitely needed to blend in.

He got dressed in a rush, and left the room, begging to remain unnoticed. When he was about to go down, he heard the familiar voice of a person he was hoping to avoid.

"You're leaving? I thought you wanted me to give you a lift." Kurt raised his eyebrow.