Chris stood up from his chair in the kitchen, dropping his magazine on the table. The awful sound of the doorbell echoed in his head when he opened the door. 'hi, can I help y-what the hell?' Chris's mouth dropped open. In the opening stood a guy that looked exactly like him. Chris pinched himself and narrowed his eyes. 'who.. who are you?'

'Kurt. Kurt Hummel.' Kurt narrowed his eyes the same way Chris just did, looking around the hallway over Chris's shoulder suspiciously. Darren popped up behind Chris.

'no, I..'

'hey, who's at th- holy fuck.' Darren caught his breath. 'Chris, what is going on here?'

Darren looked back and forth between Chris and Kurt – who did look practically the same, except for the clothes then. Where Chris was wearing a simple plain tee, Kurt was all the way dressed up to the nines.

'Blaine, what the hell are you doing at this man's house?' Kurt's voice sounded angry and hurtful.

Darren sighed and stumbled over his own tongue. 'Kurt I.. I'm not Blaine. My name is Darren. Darren fucking Criss.'

'who is Darren?' Kurt stared at the man in front of him in confusion. 'is that your second name you never told me or something? And why does your hair look so ridicoulous?' Kurt opened up the gel tube he pulled out of his bag and started styling Darren's hair, but Darren himself pushed Kurt away. 'what the fuck is this?' Darren yelled.

Kurt started tearing up. 'Blaine Anderson, what is going on here?'

Darren sighed and walked over to Chris. 'don't ask me.'

Kurt's eyes were flickering back and forth between Chris and Darren, anxiously blinking away tears – or at least trying to. His never stopped moving. At least it seemed like that. Kurt sighed. 'does anyone in here have like a towel or something? My hands are all sticky.'

Chris reached out to the counter and threw a towel to himself – better said to Kurt. 'can we please figure the fuck out what's going on here? How the fuck did you get here?'

'sssh.' Darren hushed Chris. 'now the first thing I understand that this guy here is a real guy with real feelings, and not just your character, so be a little nice to him, okay?' Darren whispered.

Chris nodded in confusion. 'okay.. Kurt.' he sighed. 'I apologize for the swearing, but I just don't know what the f.. what is going on in here.'

'do you think that I know?' Kurts eyes were wide with confusion and he looked so scared it maked Chris want to cry.

'oh my god, do I look like that if I'm about to cry?'

Kurt stared at Chris. 'who are you anyway?'

'I'm Chris, Kurt.' Chris breath was shaking like an earthquake. 'Chris. I play you on Glee.'

'who plays what?' Kurt yelled. 'who could play me? I'm not even a television character! What the hell, Ch.. what was your name again?'

'Chris, but that doesn't matter. You.. Kurt is a fictional character played by me, you aren't even supposed to be here. It shouldn't even be possible for you to even think about being here. How did you get here, do you remember?'

Kurt closed his eyes trying to concentrate. 'No, I don't really remember..'

'ofcourse he doesn't, that would be too easy.' Chris whispered under his breath.

'I just.. I woke up this morning and I couldn't even remember when I went to bed, and everything in my room seemed new to me..'

'ofcourse it seemed new to you, you never saw it before.' Chris ran a hand through his thick jumpy hair.

'but.. how could that even be possible? I'm 18 years old!' Kurt yelled, panicking a little.

'look bud, you need to calm down,' Darren said. He seemed like the calmest one out of the three but in fact it might have been just possible that he was the one panicking the most. His hazel eyes were showing that he was trying to figure out what the fuck was going on here, but the only thing he knew was that there was a Chris sitting beside him, a Kurt panicking in front of him, and himself sitting on a couch trying to get his fucking mind together.

'you're just.. just going to stay here tonight and well.. we'll take you to set tomorrow and see if Ryan knows what the hell is going on here. You can't go outside – at least not at the same time when Chris is – until we tell you so.'

'but Blaine..'

'Kurt, I'm not Blaine. I don't know, maybe there is another Blaine somewhere, and I know, I look just like him, but I'm not Blaine. Like Chris plays you, I play Blaine. You understand?'

'yeah, but.. I..' Kurt's eyes started to glitter with tears. 'I need Blaine. I miss him.'

Darren sighed in compassion, finding himself tearing up too. Why wasn't there a solution? Kurt looked even more fragile as normal and.. Darren just couldn't take it anymore. 'we'll fix this as soon as possible.' Darren put a hand on Kurt's back, but the crying boy shaked it off immediately.

'I'll find the guest bedroom myself.' he sobbed, dragging himself up the stairs, leaving his look-a-like and Darren behind, questioning themselves what the hell was going on.