I know I have 'The Heartbreaker' going on too, but this idea lodged itself into my mind and won't go away. So, I get to juggle two stories at once. Yay.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
All seemed normal at Dalton Academy. Mid-terms started Monday and every soul in the confines of the institution was busy cramming literature, theories, formulas, and important dates down their throats. Everyone, especially everyone's favorite Warbler, was glad on that Wednesday afternoon that they didn't have class Thursday or Friday so they could prepare.
Blaine leaned back in plush desk chair, his head swirling from 'The Grapes of Wrath'. He honestly didn't understand why they had to read the boring book. Honestly, one whole chapter was about a fucking turtle crossing a road. He would've been more interested in stimulating literature, like Harry Potter. He sighed, picking up his phone, intending to call Kurt to ask him to go get lunch with him. Kurt: His friend. That beautiful angelic teen that was just his friend.
Before he could even go to his contacts list, his phone immediately started blaring 'Le Jazz Hot', the tone he had set for Kurt. Almost a little too eagerly, he answered with a rushed "Hello?"
"B-Blaine?" The voice on the other end was shaking. Blaine frowned; the voice coming through his receiver seemed off, besides the obvious fact the person on the other line was severely freaked out.
"Kurt? What's wrong?" Blaine stood up, sliding his feet into a pair of flips flops, disregarding the fact he was wearing a pair of pajama pants that had the Hogwarts crest on the left thigh and didn't have a shirt on.
"I-I don't know. I woke up this morning and I looked in the mirror and I just-," the sound of sobbing ended the sentence.
"I'll be there in a second," Blaine assured him. Literally, a second. When Blaine hung up the phone, he was twisting the doorknob to Kurt's single room open. A figure was huddled on the bed, wearing a hoodie slightly too big for them and pants that were too long. This struck Blaine as odd, seeing as Kurt pitched a fit if his clothes did not fit him perfectly.
After Blaine closed the door, the figure, which he presumed to be Kurt, slid off the bed and walked up to him. The next thing that struck the Warbler's lead singer as odd was the fact the person standing in front of him was shorter than him. And, as much as he hated to admitted, that was saying something. The person's forehead was level with his lips. "Kurt, what's wrong?" Blaine repeated, looking down at the person in front of him, wondering was caused his crush, ahem, I mean, friend to suddenly shrink.
"You have to pinky promise not to tell anyone," Kurt's voice, still slightly off, commanded, bringing his hand up. Blaine grinned at this familiar routine, linking his pink with Kurt's. Their kissed their thumbs and pressed them together, officiating the promise. With shaking hands, Kurt pushed the hood back off his face.
Blaine took a horrified step back. Suddenly, the voice change and the height difference made sense. Kurt's entire features were softer, the huge blue eyes radiating an almost illegal amount of innocence. The brown hair flowed down to the girl's waist, framing her perfect face. "You're a girl?" Blaine asked, staring at the petite person that was once the most attractive male he had ever known.
"Blaine Anderson, you know damn well I'm not a girl," Kurt crossed her arms across her now developed chest. "I wanted you to come over here to help me figure out why I suddenly have boobs and a vagina."
The older teen couldn't help but stare. Kurt let out an exasperated breath before walking up to Blaine and slapping him, leaving an angry red mark and bringing Blaine back to reality.
Shaking his head, Blaine came up with the only logical solution. "We have to call Mercedes."
*hides from all the Kurt fans* I know, I know, but I haven't come across a Girl!Kurt fic yet and it was too good to pass up. So, if you're not too angry, review please?