(So in this story the show Glee does not exist, the real them –not the show them- have regular jobs and stuff.)

I'm Kurt Hummel

I'm Chris Colfer

Last week a man named Chris came to my classroom to sub my glee club teacher, Mr. Schuester, after he got into a car accident.

Last week I was told I had been living in a parallel universe, so a good friend of mine helped me get to the other me, Kurt Hummel.

Chris announced to me and my fellow glee clubers we were living in a parallel universe. So, basically, Chris is me in another world.

I made it my mission to let them all know the truth. I didn't want anyone else living in a world of lies.

It was hard to believe at first, but when you see a guy who looks exactly like you, minus the bad fashion taste, you kind of have to believe it.

Half of the glee club believes me, the other half still think I'm on something.

Chris showed us a picture he took on his phone of his friend, Matthew Morrison, in the hospital. We asked why he was in the hospital. He said car accident.

I showed them Matthew, who would be Mr. Schuester in their world. Same people, same accident, different worlds.

I got asked the other day why I believed Chris. To be honest, I'm not quite sure yet. I just really hope I'm not going crazy.

Los Angeles, California. 7:20pm.

Chris Colfer parked his car in his drive way, grabbing his bag from the passenger seat. He made his way to his house, unlocking the door. When he walked inside he heard noises coming from the living room, he frowned, tossing his keys on the small table he passed by entering the dark living room. He sighed in relief when he saw it was just the TV.

"Chris?" A voice came from behind him, causing the glass eyed boy to jump.

Breathing heavily, Chris turned around to see a familiar face, "Darren? How'd you get in here?"

"You gave me the keys," Darren frowned, placing a small bowl of popcorn he had in his hands on the coffee table. "Chris, where have you been? I've been calling you twenty-four seven and you never picked up. I was worried sick about you!"

"I'm sorry," He apologized. "I should've called, my phone wasn't working."

Darren sighed, "Next time you drop off the face of the earth please make sure your phone works. You know how much I worry about you."

Chris smiled, "Of course. Thanks for taking care of the place for me while I was gone, Blaine." Whoops.

"Blaine?" Darren frowned, and then gasped. "Chris! Please tell me you haven't been going over there!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You called me Blaine!"

Chris sighed, "Alright, fine! I've been going over to them! Darren, you cannot tell anyone."

"That's where you been all week, right?" Chris nodded. "You know the consequences, right?" He nodded again. "I cannot believe this," Darren paused. "You're not going back are you?"

Chris scoffed, "What? Of course not," Darren crossed his arms giving Chris the I-know-you're-lying look. "Alright, I was planning on going back Thursday."

"Tomorrow?"

"Darren, you say it like it's a big deal-"

"Because it is a big deal, none of us are allowed any contact with the other us," Chris stayed quiet, plopping down on the couch as Darren did the same. The two stayed quiet for a while the only noise coming from the television. "What was the other me like?" The dark haired man asked, breaking the silence.

Chris shrugged, "He looked like you of course, but he gelled his hair. Obsessed with bowties, I never seen him wear socks though…"

Darren laughed, "Really?" Chris nodded, laughing too. "Was he…?"

Chris nodded, "He was, uh, he was dating Kurt."

"Wait… Kurt? Isn't that… You?"

Lima, Ohio. 12:50pm

Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Rachel Berry, and Finn Hudson waited in Kurt's care in a small parking lot. It was dark by now, the sun had set and the only light came from the moon, stars, and the parking lot lights. The four waited in the car silently, the only noise coming from the radio.

Finn yawned, leaning his head against the seat, "Are you sure he's coming?"

Kurt nodded, "I'm sure. He said so himself."

"I hope I'm not the only one who thinks this, but don't you guys think this is a little crazy? I mean, a man who looks exactly like Kurt comes, tells us we're living in a parallel universe, and tells us to meet him in an abandoned parking lot in the middle of the night. We hardly know the guy, what if he's wearing some kind of d-"

"Rachel!" Kurt shouted, getting annoyed with her.

"Sorry…" Rachel mumbled, sighing as she leaned her head on Finn's shoulder.

"Kurt, we've been waiting for three hours," Blaine told him softly, grabbing his hand. "Maybe we should just go."

Kurt sighed, looking down at both of their hands, knowing he was right. "Alright, fi-"

A bright white flash appeared, blinding all of their sights.

"What the hell was that?" Finn exclaimed, rubbing his eyes when the flash went away, their sight going back to normal.

Kurt smiled, "He's here."