A/N: In which Kurt and Finn switch bodies... Finn's POV. So, this is a few days before the wedding, before the dancing scene with Kurt, Finn, and Burt. Read on.

When Finn woke up, his bed seemed longer. In his sleep-fuzzy head, the first thing he thought was 'oh, cool, I got a longer bed.' But that didn't make any sense, it was too short when he went to bed... and it was narrower too. Whatever. He needed to get ready for school.

Rolling out of bed like he usually did, Finn stepped onto... fuzzy carpet? Opening his eyes for the first time, he looked around and realized he was in Kurt's room. How had that happened? Also, the world had gotten shorter.

Walking out of Kurt's room, Finn passed a mirror and had to resist the urge to scream. He was Kurt... or Kurt was him? What had happened?

Well, Kurt or not, he needed food. Stepping outside of Kurt's (his?) room, Finn trotted upstairs to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Mom." Well, he definitely sounded like Kurt. Mom jumped about a foot.

"Good morning, sweetheart, how'd you sleep?" Oh wait, Mom didn't know he was Kurt. Just when he was about to tell her, he heard himself scream. Kurt (him) had obviously woken up.

"What the hell happened?" Kurt screamed, thudding downstairs and banging his head on the doorframe. Finn did that sometimes in the morning.

"Is something wrong, honey?" Now Mom looked really confused.

"This sort of thing is only supposed to happen in Freaky Friday and my nightmares!" Finn wasn't even sure what Freaky Friday was. Was it some sort of special? Everything's on sale on Fridays?

"Honey, are you feeling okay? You always get delirious when you have a fever." Mom leaned over to check Finn's body's head. Wow, that was confusing. Kurt slapped her hand away.

"Say something you Neanderthal!" Kurt yelled. It was a little weird to be yelled at by himself.

"How am I supposed to know what's going on?" It was kinda unfair that Kurt was mad, he didn't like waking up as Kurt either, but he wasn't complaining.

"Which one of you is Kurt and which one of you is Finn?" Obviously, Mom had it figured out.

"I am Kurt, fashion extraordinare, trapped in a Neanderthal's body. That is your beloved son, who is guaranteed to ruin my perfect skin by the end of the day." Kurt sounded ris... res... like he had given up.

"Did you guys just wake up like this?" When both nodded (one of Kurt's sharp nods looked wrong with Finn's head), Carole just smiled. "Maybe this could be an excellent lesson. Teach the two of you what it's like to be the other. Hopefully, when you wake up tomorrow, you'll be back in your own skins." Both boys looked horrified. Kurt was probably horrified at the idea of having to date Rachel, and Finn horrified because his mother was pretty much signing him up to be thrown in the dumpster.

"Fine. I will have to repair the damage to my skin when I wake up in it." Kurt gave in first.

"Wait, I'm gay now?" Finn asked. Kurt just snorted.

"I seriously doubt living in my skin for a day will effect your own personal sexuality. Trust me, I have absolutely no interest in Rachel, and I'm living in your skin." Finn had to wonder if Kurt could, like, get inside his head now, and see how he thought.

"Well, now that you have that settled. Your father, Kurt, is already at work, and I have the day shift today, so Kurt can drive the two of you to school, alright?" Finn nodded, trying to plan how he would live through this day.

"I'll see you boys when you get home."

"Sweet Gaga, you really are freakishly tall!" Kurt said, obviously annoyed, having hit his head on the doorframe for the second time.

"You're going to leave a big bruise on my forehead."

"You're going to destroy my skin. Before you even think about the possibility, I'm driving. There is no way you are getting behind the wheel of my baby, as myself or otherwise." Watching Kurt climb awkwardly into the driver's seat and have to readjust everything was almost worth the fact that he didn't get to drive. "Get in. I don't care about your attendance, but you will have my body on time to every single one of my classes, understand."

"As long as you go to football practice, and don't tell Rachel about this whole body-switching thing." Rachel would freak out.

"Why am I not allowed to tell your girlfriend about this?"

"Because then she would freak out, and say I was gay now or something, and insist on making me talk to her dads, and trying to set me up, and... just don't tell her." Kurt snorted.

"Never, ever let Rachel set you up on a date. I learned that first-hand and definitely the hard way." Since when had Kurt been on a date? Ever? "And that is not a bit of information that is necessary to share with my extremely over-protective father, by the way."

"You need to stop talking like that." If they were going to make this work, and they had to, they would have to act like each other.

"I am not talking like anything. It's bad enough to be stuck in your body, I'm certainly not speaking like you." Kurt sounded offended at the idea.

"Dude-" Finn tried to say.

"Never, ever say that word with my mouth again." Even without taking his eyes off the road to look at Finn, Kurt threatened Finn with a glare.

"Whatever. Anyway, we have to be each other for a day. Just use smaller words and fist bump everyone. Kiss Rachel. Act dumb, you don't actually have to go to class, and don't do anything stupid." That pretty much summed up how to act like Finn.

"Fine. Just don't talk to anyone and don't get beaten to a pulp. Go to every class, and try to pay attention. Write whatever is on the board down, including the homework." That sounded like a dull life.

"Whatever."

"Don't say that."

Before they could argue more, Kurt pulled up into his usual parking spot. Turning off the car, he quickly grabbed Finn's backpack, looking grossed out by touching it. "Take mine. There's only books, clothes, and some sheet music in there, the rest is in my locker. The combination is 10-21-19, it's number 345. A copy of my schedule is on the inside of my locker, you can take it off to use it. It's Thursday, and it's 7:45, so you're probably about to be tossed in the dumpster." Kurt stopped his confusing speech to smirk. "Have fun being me." Kurt just slid out of the car, taking Finn's backpack with him.

The moment Finn passed by the dumpster (Kurt had already gone into the school, fist-bumping people and pretending to leer at short skirts. He was actually a great actor), he felt a hand close around his upper arm.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, fag?" Langenthal sneered. Finn had always been taller than most of the jocks, if not bigger, and being small was kinda scary.

"To class, Neanderthal." Kurt wasn't the only one who could act. Finn was just proud he remembered that word. He had trouble with that sometimes.

"I don't think so." Finn then experienced the horrifying experience of being hoisted into the dumpster. He groaned in pain as his side clipped the edge, and he landed is something disgusting, probably cafeteria waste. The dumpster was small, cold, and smelled horrible.

"Don't you dumbasses have anything better to do besides torment my boy?" Mercedes' voice was loud. Finn heard as the jocks, being chicken as usual, walked off without answering. "You okay in there, boy?" Finn knew first-hand that Kurt waited until the jocks were gone to get out of the dumpster (he ignored the tug of guilt that came with that thought).

"Fine," he murmured shortly. Kurt had told him not to speak to anyone. Finn stood up, not that much taller than the dumpster wall, and tried to figure out how Kurt got out. There was a tiny ledge at the corner, but there was no way... Finn tried it. Hoisting himself over the edge, he clambered out of the dumpster.

"Spaghetti?" Mercedes asked, wrinkling her nose. Finn just shrugged. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Mercedes grabbed Finn's arm, practically dragging it through her own, then leading him into the school. She talked on and on about this new hat she had gotten, but Finn didn't say anything. Kurt would know what she was talking about, but he definitely didn't.

Finn almost told Mercedes who he was when she started leading him towards the girls' bathroom, but then he realized none of the girls probably cared if Kurt was in there. Steering him towards the sink, Mercedes started digging through Kurt's bag.

"Put this on," she commanded, grabbing spare clothes out of Kurt's bag. It seemed like he had half of his closet in there, and Finn wondered how bad the bullying really was. Following Mercedes' instructions, he pulled off the shirt he was wearing (which did have something that looked vaguely like week-old spaghetti on the back) and put on the one she held out.

"We're gonna be late for first," Mercedes impatiently dragged him out of the bathroom.

The teacher called on him twice during first period (Calculus, of all classes) and he had no idea even what the question was both times. Apparently, Kurt was a lot smarter than he thought. Hopefully, he wasn't actually going to any of Finn's classes.

The moment Finn walked out of first period, he was hit with slushie after slushie after slushie. Six slushies were thrown at him. Finn has been slushied before, but it was nothing compared to the burn of six slushies (mockingly the six colors of the rainbow). Quinn, surprisingly, was the one who grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom. He was about to ask why, and then he remembered he was still Kurt.

"At least it wasn't a burning rainbow flag," she attempted to lighten the mood as she sat him in the chair that always seemed to be in the girls' bathroom by the sink. Finn was just horrified. They did that? Another part of his was all happy and floaty, because this was Soft Quinn, the beautiful, loving girl that usually only existed outside of a Cheerio's uniform.

"Close your eyes," she murmured softly as she began to clean off his face. Every inch of his body was covered in slushie. "I think you're going to need a change of clothes," she attempted to joke again, but Finn didn't say anything.

Once she had finished methodically scrubbing the exposed parts of his skin, she reached into Kurt's messenger bag (and now Finn saw why he carried it around all the time, it had everything) and brought out a change of clothes for him. He went into the stall to change (he was pretty sure Kurt would murder him if he ever found out that he had done differently) and when he came back out, feeling better and looking much better, Quinn was gone.

The next two periods before lunch were just as bad as the first one. The teachers always called on him when nobody else got the answer, and everyone in the class looked at him like he was an alien. Eventually, Finn got tired of the look.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" he asked quietly, trying to act like Kurt. The teacher just nodded. Finn slid out of his seat, and walked out into the hall. The only decision to figure out now was girls' bathroom or boys' bathroom...

Finn heard the loud footsteps behind him just before he was pinned to the locker. It wasn't a locker shove, like he had seen Kurt get so many times. Karofsky was holding him against the locker, and he couldn't fight back. Now he understood why Kurt was so shaken up whenever he was bullied. It was scary to be powerless.

"What the hell are you going, faggot? I know you told that dumb boyfriend of yours." Karofsky had a hand over his mouth (he was holding him against the locker with one hand. Was Kurt really that small?) so Finn couldn't ask the questions he wanted to. Kurt had a boyfriend? And what did he tell said-boyfriend that Karofsky didn't want anyone to know? "I bet you're slutting yourself out to him. Didn't you meet him like a week ago? Doesn't matter, you're just a dumb fudge packer anyway." Finn could feel his skin turning red (Kurt really was pale), but the way Karofsky was talking about Kurt was making him so mad. "Can't believe they even let you in this school, I should have just killed you when I had the chance." What!

Before Finn could say anything in Kurt's defense (or attempt), the hand from his mouth was removed and replaced with a pair of chapped lips. What the hell? Karofsky was kissing him! Finn tried to pull his head away and Karofsky let go, shoving him to the ground and running away.

Finn didn't even get off the ground yet. It felt like too much of an effort. Was this how Kurt felt all of the time? Since when was Karofsky gay? And he liked Kurt? Kurt's life was an absolute nightmare, and it wasn't even lunch yet.

Rachel was surprisingly the one that latched onto his arm and dragged him to lunch. She was talking about solos and singers (stuff Kurt would know) but Finn had always seem Kurt just rolling his eyes at her, so he didn't respond at all. He did wonder if the girls always just dragged him everywhere, or if it was just recently. Kurt had been so apa... appa... lifeless lately. Now Finn understood why.

Finn was almost relieved when his body walked up, wrapping an arm around Rachel's waist and kissing her full on the mouth, making her plush slightly at the PDA. Kurt was apparently a much better actor than Finn.

"Hey, Kurt," he said awkwardly. Clearly, through some amazing means, Kurt had gotten Rachel to stop being mad at Finn for not protecting Kurt. Finn just nodded. Their interaction felt weird backwards.

Finn felt somebody grab his hand. Surprisingly (maybe things about Kurt's life should stop being such a surprise), it was Quinn.

"Coach Sylvester wanted to talk to you about rejoining the team," Quinn said loudly. Quietly, just loud enough so Finn could hear, she added "For protection." Kurt obviously guessed what she had added, because he looped his arm through Rachel's and allowed Finn to be dragged off.

Quinn, still leading him by the hand (Finn wondered how she got away with that normally. Kurt didn't like to be touched), hurried him into Ms. Sylvester's office.

"Sit down, Ladyface. Preggo, stay." Ladyface? Kurt didn't look that much like a girl. Finn sat anyway. "You've been dealing with those retards for far too long. I didn't understand your decision to quit the Cheerios, but I gave up on trying to understand you acne factories a long time ago. Clearly, dating a Jonas brother is not helping. I expect to see you back in a uniform and at practice tomorrow. Dismissed!" Quinn practically jumped a foot and dragged him immediately out of the room. Who the hell was Kurt's boyfriend?

"I'm sorry about that, but you know what happens when you disobey her." Quinn smiled, trying to share the joke, and Finn gave her a weak smile back. He just felt tired. He wanted to curl up and go to bed. Who cared if he ever woke up? That thought shocked Finn. This was just one day as Kurt. How had Kurt not... but Finn wouldn't finish that thought, couldn't finish that thought.

Quinn dragged him directly to the table where the Gleeks normally sat. The Cheerios had started sitting there. No one knew why, but now Finn suspected it was in support of Kurt, who they all liked. Rachel, or Kurt, had clearly gotten him food. Sweet.

Finn started to eat, and Rachel and Mercedes shared a look. After a few bites, Kurt's stomach started to protest. So his life sucked, and he couldn't even enjoy food. Rachel had said something about him losing weight, 'not in the good way,' and, apparently, his appetite had gone out the window. Finn put down his fork with a sight, and Rachel and Mercedes shared another look.

"Finn, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked quietly.

"Uh, sure, dude." Finn wanted to laugh a little because he knew how much Kurt hated that word. He also knew what his expected answer was.

"Don't call me dude." Finn got up from the table and Kurt followed the example. Rachel started to as well, and Kurt put a hand on her arm.

Kurt followed Finn into the hallway. "Being a jock is extremely dull," he began, sounding like himself... sorta.

"Dude, why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend?" It probably wasn't the most important thing he had learned that day, but it was the first one that popped into his head.

"Didn't we already discuss you using the word 'dude' while occupying my body? And to answer your question, I didn't tell you I had a boyfriend because I don't. What gave you that idea?" Kurt sounded annoyed, and the tone sounded funny with his voice.

"Coach Sylvester and Karofsky." Oh yeah, Karofsky was probably the thing he should have mentioned first.

"You... you talked to Karofsky?" Kurt paled. He obviously figured out what had happened.

"No. He talked and he fuckin' kissed me! Which makes me wonder what the hell is going on!" Finn was almost yelling, but he obviously wasn't very intimidating as Kurt.

"Oh, great McQueen." Kurt looked like he was going to throw up, and Finn took a step back. "Look, Finn, nothing is happening between me and Karofsky. The guy he thinks I'm dating is a Warbler I met, and Coach Sylvester clearly knows everything. Karofsky's just a creep." Kurt looked worried.

"What else has he done to you?" Kurt bit his top lip uncertainly. "What else?" If Karofsky had done anything else, Finn was gonna kick his ass (once he got his body back, obviously).

"He just kissed me, once." Kurt looked like he was going to throw up again. "And he... says things. But... it's nothing, he hasn't..." Kurt (as always) seemed to know what he was thinking. "Don't worry about it, Finn. He won't bother you again today." Finn would worry about it, but he didn't say anything.

"How's your day been?" His life was a lot easier than Kurt's.

"Okay. Your friends are kind of assholes though. I never knew Sam was so petty." Obviously, Sam had been talking to him about the quarterback position again.

"Why are my friends assholes? Besides your past and all."

"They had some... rude comments about... me." Finn hated it when the guys did that.

"Next time just yell at them and threaten to kick their asses, that's what they expect." Kurt smiled.

"Oh, I did. Now we should get back to lunch before your or my psychotic girlfriend begins freaking out." He was probably talking about Rachel and Mercedes.

"Okay." Finn was very careful not to say dude.

By the time Glee club came around, Finn was ready to have somebody punch him in the face, just so he could get back to his own body. He had been slushied three more times, and Karofsky had been eying him. Like Kurt had said, he didn't bother him, but it was still creepy, and sent bugs crawling up Finn's spine. He felt bad for telling Rachel earlier that 'Kurt's gonna be fine.' Finn wasn't sure he could handle being Kurt, the soprano was obviously a lot stronger than anyone realized, especially because he was always telling people that he could handle it alone.

All they were doing was preparing for the wedding, mainly working on the entry song. Finn was starting to hatch ideas for his best man speech (Kurt had declined the speech to Finn), and he was doing the steps robotic-ly. He almost started singing before he remembered he was Kurt.

It's a beautiful night,
we're looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.

His voice sounded... off. Probably because Kurt hadn't tried singing throughout the day, and he wasn't sure what he was doing. He sounded fine though. Now, Kurt just had to figure out the steps to his little dance with Rachel.

Is it the look in your eyes?
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you.

The rest of the number went fine. Rachel was going on and on about how much better Finn's singing sounded from the day before, sounding more like a Broadway singer. It was the way Kurt practiced, all held notes and great belting. Finn could never duplicate that. Kurt just tried to stop her from talking.

Finn, acting like Kurt had during all the previous rehearsals, just stared through Kurt's freaky wedding book. He had everything planned out to the minute. It was almost scary. While Finn aimlessly flipped through the book, he started to think about all Kurt had done in the last week. He planned an amazing wedding, dealt with a crazy stalker, took care of everyone in the household, and that was on top of the normal shit he had to deal with. Finn had to find some big way to thank him for it. He had to.

"Well, we survived," was Kurt's first comment once they had left school. Football practice had been canceled (thankfully) so there weren't a lot of people around after school. The parking lot was pretty empty.

"Do they really burn rainbow flags around here?" was the first thing that popped out of Finn's mouth. Something had reminded him of Quinn's comment earlier that morning.

"Yes. They sometimes jokingly hang one low on the flag pole and set it on fire with a lighter. It's one of their more harmless pranks." Kurt didn't sound at all bothered.

"Isn't it, like, rude though?"

"Well, they mean it to be rude. Honestly, I have more important things to worry about than the destruction of fabric, no matter how symbolic it may be. My question is, where do they get rainbow flags?" It was obviously a re.. rhe... the kind of question that wasn't supposed to be answered.

"So, how was my day?" Kurt smiled a little, obviously appreciating Finn's attempt at humor.

"Fine. From your questions, I assume my day was not too great. Did you get my homework?" Kurt asked, tossing Finn's backpack in the car and once again getting in the driver's seat. Finn didn't even have the energy to fight for it.

"Uh..." Crap, Kurt had told him to take notes and stuff.

"I'll get it from the website and have Mercedes help me over the phone," Kurt said with a slight smile. Finn was surprised he wasn't mad.

"You can do that?" Since when?

"Yes, you can do that." Kurt sounded amused, not annoyed like most people. This was the Kurt he liked to see, the Happy Kurt, instead of the Angry/Sad Kurt that he had seen the past few weeks. Now Finn understood why though. He was the one who wanted to go home, get in sweats, and watch hours of TV (which is what Kurt had been doing the last couple of nights).

Kurt and Finn had both hidden in their shared room for most of the afternoon. Mom knew, but she wouldn't be home until after Burt was, and he probably wouldn't believe them. Kurt did his homework (naturally, he didn't even need the notes) and also most of Finn's. He was a lot smarter than Rachel, and a lot more patient.

Dinner had been a very quiet affair. Normally, Finn talked and Kurt gave noncommittal shrugs or one-syllable answers. Now, neither of them talked, Burt gave Mom worried looks, and Mom just smiled secretly.

Surprisingly, Kurt didn't even mention his skincare routine, which Finn (obviously) skipped. He also didn't cover Finn's body in a ridiculous amount of expensive moisturizer. He just took a shower and hopped into bed, like a normal teenage boy. Finn did the same.

"Kurt," Finn said once the soprano had turned the lights out. "What happens if we don't wake up ourselves tomorrow?" What if he was stuck as Kurt forever?

"We'll deal with that if it happens." Now, Kurt sounded annoyed, but probably because he was tired. "Goodnight, Finn."

"Goodnight, Kurt."

A/N: BWAHAHAHA! I'm not going to tell you what happens! I'll do a sequel in Kurt's POV, and then what happens the next day (and possibly at the wedding) in whatever POV I feel like using.

Song used: 'Marry You' by Bruno Mars

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