Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me. It belongs to a lot of brilliant people that are very much not me.

Warnings: AU, minor swearing, canon gay characters, mentions of bullying

Author's Note

I've been thinking of bringing an OC into the story as an actual character from the story (originally, I wanted it to be Kurt but this came from out of nowhere and just grew in my mind) and this ended up as the result. To be honest, there's less focus on the fact that Alex is an original character than there is on "fixing" the story. The story is driven by Kurt and my motivation to give him a good family. Title from "The Best Day of My Life" by American Authors.

June 27th, 1995

When Alex woke up the morning that changed his life forever, he knew something was wrong. He'd always been a small, scrawny guy thanks to genetics, so when his body felt heavier and longer than usually, it triggered his panic. The smell of cooking bacon and fruity perfume did not help, as he hadn't had breakfast cooked for him in the two years since moving out of his parent's place and hadn't had a girlfriend in that time either. By the time he'd gotten out of bed and headed to the bathroom to relieve himself he'd added two more facts into the 'something is very, very wrong' box. The first was that this definitely wasn't his cramped apartment, no matter how he seemed to know where everything was. The second, and probably the most important, was that he wasn't in his own body. Looking out from the mirror in the decent sized bathroom (much bigger than the postal stamp sized one he was used to) was a young, pre-balding, Mike O'Malley.

The only thing that stopped him from fainting like a little girl meeting her idol for the first time was that he had just woken up, so not all synapses were firing at a 100%.

"Burt, breakfast is ready!" An airy female voice called and he blinked a couple of times as what was said penetrated his brain.

Fact one: he was in a body that looked like a young Mike O'Malley.

Fact two: barring another man being in the house, his name was Burt.

Fact three: the only person who could have these two put feasibly together is Burt Hummel, a fictional character in the television show Glee.

Alex, now named Burt, nodded at his new reflection and went downstairs (there were stairs, which meant that he was in a house, not an apartment). He greeted the woman – who was really quite beautiful, with long brown hair, bright green eyes and charming smile – with an automatic kiss on the cheek. "Mornin' sweetheart," he greeted her gruffly and she giggled.

"Good morning to you, lover bear," she cooed at him. The scene was very domestic, and the toddler in the highchair only added to that.

"Da!" the toddler waved at him and Alex once again let his new body's instincts guide him in giving the kid a smacking kiss on the cheek.

"Morning to you too, kiddo."

He smiled at the woman who must be his wife – given the matching wedding bands on their left ring fingers – as she placed a plate of breakfast in front of his seat at the table. He thanked God or whoever was out there that Burt and he seemed to take their breakfast that same way, eggs fried, bacon crispy and toast lightly buttered, if only so that he could get some semblance of normal in this strange new universe he was seemingly thrown into.

The rest of his day moved in a blur of instinct and small facts that he gathered. He learned that he was, indeed, Burt Hummel husband of Elizabeth and father of Kurt. He'd gone to work and done more with cars than he'd ever done before (he hadn't been a slouch before, but he had been no mechanic). The only thing he'd been able to do without relying on instincts was when there had been a lull in business for an hour and he'd spent it going over the shop's (Alex was actually impressed that Burt had managed to buy his own shop at twenty-one) books. His training as an accountant had been very beneficial here, as while Burt was a very good mechanic, his skills at book keeping left something to be desired. (The business would've been fine, but he'd have lost a lot of money and only been able to break even instead of had a profit.) By the time he'd gotten home (he'd had some trouble remembering how to get to his new home, as he'd never been in Lima, or even Ohio, before), he was mentally and physically exhausted, but had still spent an hour or two playing with his (newly acquired) kid. He silently thanked his cousins for forcing him to babysit their kids since they'd been born, otherwise he'd have no idea how to deal with a two year old.

Once everyone had gone to bed, after a quiet love making session with his new wife that made him feel amazing and dirty at the same time, he pondered over everything. While he had little choice but to live as Burt until whoever had decided to put him here removed him or his delusion ended, he was going to do his best to be a good father and husband to the two wonderful people who lived with him. He had never been either before, and honestly hadn't really had the desire to be, but he'd try. He'd loved Kurt on Glee, thinking that the boy was annoying, witty and extremely brave; he wanted to be a part of his development. Hopefully he'd be able to fix some of Burt's mistakes from the show (and probably make a hundred more on his own), so that Kurt wouldn't have to suffer as much.

With a sigh, he snuggled closer to his (new) wife and relaxed into sleep. He could do more thinking tomorrow.