My room smells like coconut and blueberry muffins for some reason..? Mmm though! I was looking through my bookshelf and had the idea to write this little cutie! It's loosely based on the book Airhead by Meg Cabot… But not really :P Sorry about any mistakes, and my F key is sticking so sorry if I miss any F's out! Thank you for trying it out, reviews get love! 3 3 3 ;)
Summary;
Kurt and his best friend Mercedes are at famous pop star Blaine Anderson's concert, when a tragic freak accident happens, and causes them to swap bodies… And lives!
Marcie xx
"Oh gaga, Mercedes! I can't believe that we're actually here!" Kurt squealed excitedly, stepping into the large arena. He clung to Mercedes arm and gazed around in awe. There were hundreds, if not thousands of people all cluttered into the large space, all waiting in anticipation for the moment that the lights would dim and the curtain would arise.
"I know!" Mercedes yelled back, equally as excited as Kurt.
Kurt gazed around, and spotted a gap at the front of the stage.
"Mercedes, look!" He pointed to it, and they hastily made their way through the hundreds of screaming girls, (And quite a few boys too!) to the front of the room, squeezing past people who were chatting excitedly, some even screaming and shouting, although the concert hadn't begun yet. They finally made their way to the front, being pushed again the stage from the people behind them.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please take your seats, the concert is about to begin!" A male voice boomed from the speakers over head, and Mercedes and Kurt looked at each other, squealing repeatedly.
The minutes seemed to tick by in seconds, both Mercedes and Kurt holding their breath, waiting for their idol to emerge from behind the red velvet curtains.
Finally, the lights faded to just a dim light, and the doors were pushed shut behind them. Green emergency lights flickered on, pointing people to the exit in case there was a fire, and security people settled into place. Neither Kurt nor Mercedes noticed this, though, as their eyes were transfixed on the curtains that were slowly rising, revealing the teenage heartthrob. Everyone was screaming, and the wave surged forwards, pushing them ever closer to the stage, closer to the man whose face decorated Kurt's bedroom walls.
"Hi there!" A smooth voice said, and Kurt tried not to faint. Even his speaking voice was amazing and perfect.
"So, pretty empty here, huh?" He joked, causing ripples of laughter to spread throughout the audience.
"I've decided to start with one of my favourites, I wrote this a while back. It's called Human, anyone know it?" He asked, his voice velvety and smooth.
He was dressed in a light green shirt that complimented his beautiful hazel eyes, and had on tight black skinny jeans that complimented his beautiful butt. His hair was wild and curly, glimmering in the light that shone down onto the stage.
The opening chords began, and Blaine's smooth, sexy voice filled the arena. Everyone was singing along, and Kurt screamed at the top of his lungs when the song ended.
Blaine glanced around and chuckled to himself, smiling.
"So, I'd like for someone to come and sing with me! The song is Perfect by pink, and I'd like to turn it into a duet, so anyone want to help?" He winked.
All the girls (And Kurt) started jumping up and down, trying to attract the attention of the heart throb, screaming, "Me! Me!"
Blaine looked around, and his gaze fell on Kurt, who was waving his arms in the air and bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet.
"How about you?" He asked, and Kurt felt his heart stop. He glanced around, to check that Blaine really meant him, and was met by jealous stares from the people crowded around him. A security man took hold of his arm, and led him up to some stairs so he could climb onto the stage.
He floated over, trying not to stumble, and gazed wide-eyed at his idol.
"H-Hi!" He breathed, and Blaine smiled back at him.
"Hi!" He gestured for Kurt to come and sit next to him, on a stool that had been placed there without him noticing. Blaine also had his guitar out, and a microphone was placed between the two seats. Kurt glanced speechlessly between Blaine and Mercedes, perching delicately on the stood. He was now less than a metre away from his crush, his idol, his inspiration.
"So, what's your name?" He asked, eyes twinkling.
"K-Kurt Hummel!" He stuttered, forgetting for a second. He heard Mercedes yell out, "Go white boy!" and smiled, despite his nervousness.
"Well then, hi Kurt! Do you know the song? " Kurt nodded, and Blaine smiled widely.
"Great! Let's start then!"
The first bars came out, and Blaine began to sing.
Made a wrong turn, once or twice,
Dug my way out, blood and fire,
Bad decisions, that's alright,
Welcome to my, silly life,
He reached over and nudged Kurt, who took a deep breath, and began to sing the next few lines, his angelic voice flooding throughout the arena.
Mistreated, misplaced misunderstood,
Miss, no way it's all good,
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing,
Underestimated, look I'm still around.
Blaine leaned over and joined him for the chorus, their voices merging in perfect harmony.
Pretty, pretty please,
Don't you ever, ever feel,
Like your less than,
Less than perfect,
Pretty, pretty please,
If you ever, ever feel,
Like your nothing,
You are perfect,
To me.
Kurt moved away from the microphone, letting Blaine sing the next verse, and glanced around happily.
He was living the dream right now! He looked down at the audience and he caught Mercedes eye. She waved and smiled happily (And a little jealously, but I mean, who wouldn't be?) at him.
He waved back excitedly, and shuffled in his seat. Just then, though, he heard a creaking noise come from above him, and his head darted upwards, seeking out the object that had made the noise. One of the large television screens was swaying precariously, looking inches away from falling down, right on top of Blaine and himself. He jumped up, wanting to tell security, but right at that second the screen gave another loud creak, and the cords holding it in place snapped, with a sickening crack.
Kurt knew he had precious seconds to move, and darted forwards, pushing Blaine roughly out of the way, but tripping and stumbling, and falling over on top of Blaine with a thud, all the air whooshing out of him.
People were screaming and shouting, but were helpless to do anything, and Kurt felt Blaine struggle beneath him, not understanding what was happing. Kurt raised his arms to protect his head, in a last attempt at staying alive. He didn't even feel the screen hit them, already unconscious by the time the pain hit.
Kurt blearily blinked his eyes open, immediately shutting them again, trying to ward off the unwanted sunlight that was stinging his eyes.
He groaned, then opened them again, blinking rapidly.
"Blaine? Are you awake? Blaine?" A woman's voice called out, whining annoyingly in his ear. And who was Blaine anyway? His name was Kurt! The only other Blaine he knew was the popstar, and…
He sat up abruptly, the events of what had happened rushing back to him.
"Oh thank god! I'm just going to get the nurse!" The woman said, and Kurt saw she was quite petite, with a thin frame. She had a Pilipino accent, and Kurt recognised her as being Blaine's mum, he had seen her in some pictures with him. But why was she in his room? And why was she calling him Blaine?
She rushed out of the room, and Kurt looked around, noticing the many cards and gifts that littered the room. He looked down at the uncomftarble bed he was led in, and was shocked when he saw his hands. His hands were slightly larger, and had calloused fingertips. He turned them over in awe. His skin tone had turned from creamy and pale to quite tan. Also, his nails were little stubs instead of the well manicured ones he usually had.
Blaine's mum came rushing back into the room, bringing a slightly star struck looking Nurse with her.
"W-What's going on?" He asked shakily.
"Blaine! Thank god that your awake! I've been so worried!"
He frowned.
"Why do you keep calling me Blaine? My name's Kurt. Kurt Hummel. And what's happened to my hands?"
He raised them up for the Nurse and Blaine's mum to examine.
"W-What do you mean sweetie? Who's Kurt?"
The Nurse stepped forward.
"Isn't Kurt the boy that saved him? The one in the – Coma –" She whispered.
"What are you talking about? I'm Kurt! What do you mean in a coma?"
"What's wrong with him?" Mrs Anderson shouted at the Nurse.
"What have you done to him?"
"Madam, please calm down! It's most likely a side effect of the medication he's on. Memory loss is very comm.-"
Blaine's mum sobbed loudly, and then stormed out of the room.
"I-I'm sorry," Kurt apologized, although he wasn't sure what he was apologising for.
The Nurse just smiled, and reached over him to pull back the bed covers.
It was only when he saw the bandages that he realised there was a sharp pain coming from his chest.
"Ow!"
The Nurse noticed him wincing, and smiled sympathetically.
"That'll be the ribs. Do you want to know the other injuries that you had?"
She asked in a friendly tone of voice, and Kurt nodded hesitantly.
"Okay. You've got three broken ribs, and one fractured one, and you broke your femur, which is just above your knee. You also had a total of 17 stitches, which are manly in your torso area. You'll have to wear a brace for the next 6 weeks, until the ribs heal, and you only take it of for showers. You had some metal plates and rods inserted into your leg to hold the femur together until it heals. You're going to have to use crutches to walk, and it will take about 3 or 4 months before you can start using one. It will probably take another 5 or 6 months after that before you can walk without limping, and play sports and things like that. You'll need to come back for regular check-ups and have fracture therapy after."
Kurt's head was reeling. He felt dizzy with all the information that had been loaded on him, and couldn't take it all in.
Just then the Nurses walkie-talkie buzzed, and a crackly voice came through, hurriedly shouting,
"Room 157, we need you! Kurt Hummel has gone into Cardiac arrest!"
Kurt sat there in shock as the Nurse hurriedly left the room. Tears of confusion and frustration rose in his eyes, and he took a deep breath to try and stop them spilling down his cheeks.
What was happening?
It was then that he made the decision.
He needed to get out of there!
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, ignoring the sharp pain that rushed through him at the action, and, grabbing some crutches that were helpfully nearby, he slowly made his way to the open door. There were lots of people rushing past, (He guessed that they were doctors) and they were probably on their way to… His room..?
He just didn't understand! Why was everyone calling him Blaine? And why were they talking about him like he was someone else?
His head was throbbing and he shook it to try and clear out the thought cluttering around.
At the moment his focus was to escape.
He managed to hobble his way through the doors, the tidal wave of Doctors and Nurse's seeming to have stopped.
The hallways seemed eerily empty, and he followed overhead signs, slowly making his way down the sterile hallways, until he reached the waiting area. He was shocked by the amount of people curled up in chairs, or sitting up but looking half asleep. Lots of them had banners that said things like 'Get Well Soon!' and 'Keep calm and eat Red Vines' (Blaine's catch phrase) however, what shocked him most, was that when he entered, many of them sat up and started screaming. He had no idea why. Maybe they were happy to see him, the boy who saved their idols life. He nursed his poor head, the screaming causing his headache to come back.
They swarmed around him, asking him if he felt better, and how he was. Well, until a security team pushed them back.
A Nurse rushed over, and asked him why he wasn't in bed, and he shook his head, exasperated.
"Something weird's happened! Why is everyone calling me Blaine?"
"Wait here!"
A passing Nurse said, and then she scuttled off, the security team still pushing back the girls pawing at each other, trying to get to him.
After a minute, the Nurse came back, holding a small, white object. A mirror. He took it gratefully, thanking her, and then he stared down at his reflection, for the first time since the accident. And then screamed. Because it wasn't his face looking back at him. It was Blaines.
So? What did you think? Am I evil? If the ending was a little confusing, Kurt's in Blaine's body, and that's why they were saying 'Kurt Hummel has gone into cardiac arrest', not Blaine.
Comprende? Sorry that It's a little short, it was 6 pages but I guess I just used long words :P Review please! More then 5 reviews and I'll update tomorrow instead of leaving you to panic for a few days :P
Marcie xx