Summary: After a freak accident on his and Kurt's anniversary, Blaine finds himself on the other side of the universe on the Ancient ship called Destiny, in the body of Lt. Matthew Scott. Chaos ensues as both Blaine and Matt have to deal with adjusting to each other's unique situations and the possibility of being unable to switch back.

Timeline: Stargate Universe: Takes place between "Seizure" and "Common Descent. Glee: Takes place before "Rumours" and "Prom Queen". I have not been able to establish a decent time frame therefore in these events, Kurt and Blaine have been officially dating for about a month. If anyone can give me an actual time frame between the kiss in "Original Song" and "Born This Way" please feel free to let me know so I can correct anything, if not, it is what it is!

Author's Notes: Okay… if any of my old readers are reading this, please go and read my profile update (as soon as I do update it) for somewhat of an explanation on my other stories. Anyway, just like to start out by saying that this is an idea I had after a brief mental image… one of my many "What If" moments. And would you believe that this one idea has already in my mind spawned a 4 story series that I will try to do. Also just want to give you a heads up that even though this will be a typical slow update (even though I have the ideas in my head, actually trying to execute them is something completely different) I will also try to be taking a comic book/graphic novel approach to this story as well. Actually that's what this project began as in the first place cuz it would probably work out a little bit better anyway, but I figured why not go the fic route first that way I can figure out how many scenes I would end up doing. So I'll keep you posted on how that goes. Also, I'm still new to Glee even though I'm completely caught up with all seasons. Anyway, on with the story! Please enjoy and remember I'm not a professional. All feedback is welcome as long as it is constructive and not bashing.

CHAPTER 1

Staring out at the lake in front of him, Blaine began to wonder why Kurt had called for an "emergency meeting" here at the park. Sure it was beautiful place and he used any excuse he could to see his boyfriend, but it was rather odd. As he continued to ponder a few possible reasons, a cool breeze swept across the water, bringing a welcome feeling of relief to the sweat that was forming above his brow from sitting unprotected beneath the clear blue sky. Taking in the surroundings, and other people in the area, he also noticed that Kurt was late, which was very unlike him. Reaching into his blazer to pull out his phone, he was taken by surprise by a voice coming from behind him.

"I know I'm late! But I have a good excuse" Blaine smiled as he turned and saw the smiling face of the reason he was at Lima Park. Unfolding his legs from the park tabletop he was sitting on, Blaine took a moment to stretch the kinks from his body before jumping off the seat and walking to meet his boyfriend.

"This should be good" Blaine said, as he pulled Kurt into a hug. The strength behind the hug would have made Kurt think he hadn't seen Blaine in weeks, even though it had only been a few days, filled with phone conversations and texts messages into the late hours of the night. Breaking the embrace, Blaine faced Kurt and stared into his beautiful Ocean Blue eyes, then took a moment to admire his outfit consisting of a simple gray pullover and khaki pants. "As much as I hate to rush this wonderful moment, we'll have to make this meeting go by rather quickly. The Council also called for a meeting today at 5:30. Wes said something about discussing the future of the Warblers. Whatever that could mean."

"Sorry." Kurt apologized. "I would have been here sooner but unfortunately we had to once again keep Santana from mauling Rachel."

"What'd she do this time?" Blaine asked, rolling his eyes.

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I was zoning out while thinking about a certain someone who stole my heart and hasn't given it back yet. Which is completely fine with me!" Kurt replied with a wink. Extending his hand, he smiled and then glanced around the park. "Walk with me." With a grin, Blaine gladly took Kurt's hand and allowed his boyfriend to lead him down the path towards the small pier that extended over the lake. "I haven't seen Santana lunge at Rachel with such ferocity since she tried to take over Glee Club when Mr. Schuester was sick."

"I remember you describing Rachel's scream that day. One of pure terror. Remind me never to get on Santana's bad side. So what's the emergency aspect of this meeting?"

"Well, Mr. Impatient, I'm hoping you can talk to the guys on my behalf. So it's good you have a meeting to go to later."

"Kurt, is this something I'm going to regret later? Because I'm still feeling the effects of when you asked me to suggest your idea about an all male production of 'Wicked'. Wes STILL won't let that go!"

"Sadly no, nothing as epic as that. And I'm still disappointed that Wesley still fails to see the genius of that idea and how amazing it would have been. We New Directions are wondering if the Warblers would be interested in helping us prepare for Nationals."

"Wouldn't that be a conflict of interest?" Blaine asked with a grin. "Considering we ARE rivals."

"True. But we figured this would be considered special circumstances. We're throwing an early Memorial Day Benefit to honor local veterans next Saturday. And it wouldn't have to be all the Warblers. Just the ones who would be interested in helping out and who would be available."

Reaching the end of the small pier, Blaine turned to face Kurt, and was greeted with one his heartwarming smiles. "That's not a bad idea. Who managed to come up with that one?"

"Finn gets all the credit for this one." Kurt said as he turned to lean on the railing. "This is one of the roughest times of the year for him. When the talk about the celebrations and events in honor of the military begin, it reminds him more about his father that he never knew."

"Wow. Finn came up with this idea?" Blaine tried to hide the bewildered look on his face as he turned and propped his back against the railing near Kurt's arms. "Guess there's hope for him yet." To be honest, he didn't know Finn Hudson all that well except for the stories he had heard from Kurt and the ones mentioned by Mercedes or one of Kurt's other friends who had been along when hanging out. From what he could gather, Finn wasn't really the brightest bulb in the pack but he had his moments. "You know, I couldn't imagine going through life and only knowing my father through stories and shared memories."

"Yeah." Kurt sighed. "At least I was able to make my own memories of my mom before she died. And Finn gets really enthusiastic about the patriotic holidays. He tries to go all out with the celebrations when he can. And despite the near catastrophic outcome of last year Independence Day cookout, I totally want to back him up on this."

Blaine couldn't help but laugh. Kurt had told him about the chaos that ensued when Finn gathered his fellow Glee club members for cookout at his house. At the end of a three hour span, the casualties included different types of food that could pass for volcanic rock, three melted lawn chairs, an imploded barbeque pit, and four inches of Rachel Berry's hair needing to be removed due to a renegade firework. Needless to say after Rachel's emergency haircut, the night ended with dinner at Breadstix where it was certain Finn could be away from anything explosive or flammable.

"Well, I think it's a great idea and I think it's absolutely sweet that you want to you want to support your brother." Kurt grinned as he tried to control the blush that began to color his cheeks. "I'll run it by the guys this afternoon and see what they say. I'm fairly sure that more than a few of them would be happy to help out."

Smiling, Blaine shifted his position into one similar to Kurt's so that he too was gazing out at the crystal blue water before them and intertwined his hand with Kurt's. With a sigh of contempt Kurt leaned his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Thanks for doing this."

"What? Holding your hand?" Blaine's response was met with a swat from Kurt's free hand, earning a laugh from Blaine.

"No, silly. For offering to help. And tell the guys that whoever wants to help out, we're meeting at Breadstix tomorrow afternoon at one to discuss everything."

"I'll pass it along." Blaine said before taking a moment to stare out at the beautiful scenery giving him a feeling of complete bliss and serenity. "So. Wanna tell me the real reason you wanted me to meet you here? I doubt you chose this location JUST to ask for the Warbler's help. You could have easily done that over the phone."

"True." Kurt replied with a grin. "But is it so wrong that I wanted to see you in person? But yes, I did have ulterior motives for asking you here." Removing his hand from Blaine's, Kurt turned away so his back was to the other boy. Blaine noticed Kurt reach into his bag and quickly turn back around, though his hands were still hidden behind his back. He also noticed that Kurt had a grin that would put the Cheshire cat to shame.

"Kurt, should I be worried? "

"Not at all." And with that, he presented a small box wrapped in glossy navy paper topped with a red bow. "Happy Anniversary!"

"Kurt, I-I'm… wow…" Blaine struggled to find the words. He of course knew what today was but he wasn't expecting Kurt to surprise him like this. As he took the box and began to look it over, he noticed Kurt's expression lessen a bit and began to look worried.

"You didn't forget did you? Or is it too much? I KNEW I shouldn't have done this!"

"Of course I didn't forget. One month ago today my life got SO much better. I'm just really sad that it took Pavarotti passing away for me to realize what I had right in front of me the entire time. And it's PERFECT! YOU are perfect."

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. Granted it was a small gift but the anticipation of building up to this moment as the day went on was beginning to get to him. He took a moment to think back to his small feathered friend who he had been entrusted to look after shortly after transferring to Dalton Academy and being initiated into the Warblers.

"I guess Pavarotti saw it the whole time and decided to perform one final act to get us to see the light. But seriously, dying just to get us together? And people call ME a diva" Kurt said with a small grin as Blaine looked over the small box. "Well, are you going to open it?"

"Part of me doesn't want to. The wrapping style is so pristine; I don't want to disturb the perfection of it. Besides, I love the color scheme." With a smile, Blaine carefully slid his finger under the edge and slowly began to remove the wrapping while trying not to tear it. His smile only grew when he though he heard Kurt mumble something under his breath. "What was that?"

"I said you're a dork! Only dorks would take the time to slowly unwrap their gifts to save the paper." Blaine's laughter only increased at his boyfriends frustrations. After a moment, he finally had loosened the wrapping enough to allow its contents to slip into his hands. Blaine couldn't help but gasp at the beauty of the metallic silver box that he was holding. What caught his eye the most were the dark, block style characters that were etched into the top and around the edge of the box. He also noticed the separation line, indicating that it must open. Running his fingertips across the smooth surface, he grasped the sides and lifted the top of the box. Inside was a small egg shaped object. Reaching inside, Blaine picked up the object that felt like some type of stone, and noted the intricate design carved into the deep purple surface as well as a row of symbols on each side that were similar to the box that contained it. Kurt once again began to grin as he watched his boyfriend with amazement. "Do you like it?"

"Kurt," he started almost breathless. "It's beautiful! Where did you find it?"

"I saw it while Mercedes and I were out shopping a few days ago. We went into an antique store and it was in a display case. It caught my eye as we were walking around and it kinda reminded me of you: beautiful yet mysterious. Anyway, the owner of the store saw me staring at it and told me he found it in a box of items belonging to his great-great-grandfather." Kurt paused as fought to remember if he had used enough "greats" or not. "Then he tried to pitch some kind of story that it was 'written in a language long since forgotten' and that 'the bearer of the stone would have good luck'. I honestly think he was making the whole thing up but I really liked it and Mercedes was the deciding factor in me getting it."

"I love it!" Blaine exclaimed as he pulled Kurt into a hug. "Now I really feel like a horrible person for just wanting to take you out to eat tomorrow." Kurt couldn't help but laugh at how worried Blaine sounded. Pulling free from Blaine's embrace, Kurt put his hands on Blaine's shoulders, stared straight into his hazel eyes and gave him a reassuring look.

"I think that's a very romantic idea, so don't feel bad. What did you have in mind?"

"Honestly, I wasn't quite sure yet." Blaine couldn't stop the embarrassment from showing as he spoke. "I was hoping to figure out where I could take you, surprise you by picking you up and then going from there. But now I don't know? How would lunch at Breadstix sound. Since we're meeting there tomorrow anyway, we can get there an hour before everyone else to have some alone time. Get out plans out of the way and have the rest of the afternoon to ourselves to do with as we please."

"That sounds perfect to me." Before Kurt could say anything else, the moment was interrupted by ring of Blaine's phone. With a sigh, he reached into his blazer and pulled out his phone and took note of who he may murder later when the time was right and answered the call.

"Jon, this better be important." The aggravation was clear in Blaine's voice as he addressed the caller. Kurt smiled at the mention of the Warbler's talented beat boxer and leaned in to listen to the other end of the call.

"It is. Somehow I got elected to be the one to call you and tell you to pull your tongue out of Kurt's throat and get back here as soon as possible. Fearless leader needs us to meet sooner than 5:30, so that gives you about twenty-five to thirty minutes to finish up and high-tail it back to Dalton. Oh, you are using protection right? I mean…"

"Jonathan Hall, I swear if you if you even THINK about finishing that sentence you will deeply regret it the next time I see you!" Blaine began to turn red as his fellow Warbler started to insinuate the type of activities he and Kurt COULD have been and was more than glad when Kurt grabbed his phone away and spoke up.

"Oh… hi Kurt."

"Jon." Kurt replied back firmly. As Jon went quiet he was sure he could hear laughing in the background. "And you can tell Wesley, Thad and whoever else is in the room with you that the next time they interrupt a moment like this again…"

"Message received loud and clear!" Jon said as he cut Kurt off, fully aware of the type of punishment the diva could dish out when he was thoroughly provoked. "Really, I didn't want to do it, but they made me. And we actually do need Blaine back here sooner."

"Fine." Kurt surrendered Blaine's phone and turned to once again prop on the railing as the conversation resumed. Only a moment passed when Blaine hung up and joined Kurt, face still red from the embarrassment.

"Sorry about that. Apparently a maintenance crew is coming in tonight and we need to vacate the commons room sooner than expected. So I really do need to get back. I hate to just leave after such an amazing time."

"It's okay." Kurt smiled. "I should probably head back myself. Mr. Shue wanted to have a brief meeting this afternoon before we meet up tomorrow." As he spoke, Kurt once again pulled Blaine into a hug and stood there for a moment before pulling away, but was still in Blaine's embrace.

"I'll call you tonight and let you know the decisions." Blaine stared deeply into Kurt's blue eyes and marveled at how relaxed he felt doing so. "After this little incident, they owe me!"

Kurt laughed at Blaine's aggressive emphasis on the last part of his sentence. As he tried to pull away, he was once again caught by Blaine's strong arms.

"Just one more thing." Kurt was taken completely off guard as Blaine leaned in and gave him a quick, passionate kiss on the lips. Both boys could have sworn that time literally slowed down as the moment occurred, and neither wanted it to end but unfortunately it had to. Breaking away, Blaine once again turned pink as he stared at Kurt's breathless expression. "Well, I was accused of the act so I may as well have gone ahead and actually carried it out."

Kurt just grinned as he and Blaine slowly separated.

"Hmm, I guess while you're gone, I'll have to think of a punishment worthy of the crime."

"I eagerly await sentencing, Your Honor." With a laugh Kurt shoved Blaine towards the small bridge that lead back to dry land.

"You better go before someone else decides to call. Or worse, they send a search party to look for you. And knowing Wes, he would use one of his connections to somehow get a helicopter out here and I would HATE to have to try and explain that to my dad."

"You're right." Blaine sighed. "Just keep your fingers crossed that I don't go to jail for murder tonight." With that, the boys said goodbye and Kurt watched as Blaine made his way to his car. Getting into his own Navigator, he watched as Blaine's taillights faded into the distance, started the engine and made his way back towards William McKinley High School.

The hours passed slowly until night fell. Blaine's meeting with the other Warblers wasn't as important as Wes had made it out to be. In fact, the "future of the Warblers" topic was one of uncertainty until Blaine proposed Kurt's idea. Despite the fact that the meeting went well and the night was otherwise uneventful, Blaine was exhausted and was more than pleased to be back in his room. As he entered, he immediately began to loosen his tie and placed his bag next to his desk as he made his way towards his bed. As soon as he reached it, he collapsed face first into the soft pillows that he could have sworn were calling his name.

After a moment, Blaine rolled over and reached for his bag. One he had the strap in his hand he pulled it onto his bed, reached inside and pulled out the small box that Kurt had given him. Once again admiring it, he opened the top, took out the small stone and began to more closely inspect it as he placed the box itself on his bed. As soon as it was fully wrapped in his hand, he could have sworn it felt like the stone had a very small vibration pass through it. Passing it off as just being tired, Blaine continued to roll the stone in his hand as he reached for his phone. As he picked it up, he flipped it open and immediately dialed Speed Dial 2: Kurt Hummel. Blaine's thoughts raced with excitement as the phone on the other end rang and on the third ring, his heart melted with the voice that answered.

"Calling to beg for mercy and to plead for an easy punishment?"

"I'll gladly accept whatever you decide fits my crime" He replied with a grin.

"So how did it go? Any blood stains you need help trying to get out?"

"Surprisingly no," Blaine started as he moved into a sitting position on his bed. After a moment he stood up and began to walk around his room. "Although as soon as I walked into the room, a few smartasses thought it would be funny to try and imitate what they THOUGHT we were doing. And the occasional catcall here and there. Though they were quickly silenced when I threatened them as I reminded them of the first and only time they pranked you."

"Jeez." Kurt groaned. "One early morning with no caffeine meltdown and EVERYONE won't let you forget it!"

"Well you have to admit," Blaine laughed, "seeing you go after Jeff with a frying pan was hilarious. Though we were lucky to have been able to pull you off of him in time before you could do any serious damage with the hair clippers you somehow managed to find. Jeff had to draw on eyebrows for a few weeks after that; would've hated to see what he would've done had you actually done something to his head!"

"Well that's what he gets for coming close to ruining my wardrobe. WITH WATER BALLOONS! You do NOT threaten a guy like that, Blaine. It goes against all that is holy! Anyway, did anyone seem interested in wanting to help out?"

"Everyone is all for it. The guys said they'd meet us tomorrow and are looking forward to it."

"That's great! This is going to be so exciting working with everyone again. I can't wait." Blaine smiled as he listened to Kurt's enthusiasm about the joint venture. "So, did you really like your anniversary present?"

"Yes, I LOVE it Kurt. Thank you again." As he spoke, he continued to roll the small item in his hand and let the smooth surface grace the palm of his hand. " And remind me to thank Mercedes when I see her tomorrow."

"Oh I have a feeling that she'll get around to bringing it up." Blaine paused in front of the mirror that hung next to his closet door as Kurt spoke.

"So do you guys have and specific songs picked out for next week yet?"

"We've got a few ideas in mind but nothing is set in stone at the moment. That's one of the many things we're discussing tomorrow. If you or any of the other guys have any ideas, please throw them out there. As long as Rachel doesn't make all the decisions we're fine."

"Sounds like a plan. And I do…." Without warning, Blaine suddenly began to feel extremely light headed. As he shook his head to try and hopefully clear up the feeling, he could barely hear Kurt calling out to him.

"Blaine? Blaine, are you okay?" Trying to regain his focus, Blaine fought to focus on Kurt's voice.

"I'm not sure. Maybe I'm just tired but I'm really dizzy and light headed all of a sudden. I should probably…." Before he could even finish that sentence, the phone and stone fell from his hands and Blaine too stumbled to the floor. Instinctively as he descended rapidly, he fought to brace himself and regain his composure but only resulted in knocking over the lamp on his desk causing the ceramic base to shatter as it hit the floor the same time he did.

Moments after he hit the floor, he tried to push himself up, though his motor skills seemed like they were ignoring him. Focusing all his thoughts, he managed to finally get his brain to send the proper signals to his muscles. Slowly he rose, and began to take in the sights around him. Confusion started to set in as the surroundings began to register in his brain but all other thoughts became null and void as he eyed himself in the mirror. Wide eyed with horror, he had to stifle a yelp as he noticed the face that stared back at him in the reflection.

"Oh crap!"

Sorry this chapter is so short. I couldn't think of anyway to expand it without it dragging on more so than it already has. Also the next chapter is MUCH longer but a lot more happens. Please bare with me, I promise to try and make it worth your while. Also, stay tuned to my profile for an update on everything if you're an old reader of mine. I promise I'll try to somewhat explain. :)