A/N: Hello :) So, I have no idea where this suddenly came from. Sort of. I think it might have something to do with a certain YouTube video (if you haven't seen it, search for 'Glee' and 'AVPM', then pick the mash-up (of which there are two now... well, I got inspired by the first, I suppose :P); I think it's hilarious). Which I don't own. I also don't own Glee, Harry Potter, or AVPM/AVPS. (yes, this was also the disclaimer)

Oh - I'm very sorry for the lame title. Couldn't think of anything better (go figure). Hopefully you'll enjoy the story! :)

Looking back, he didn't know why he didn't scream when he fell. How had he even fallen? He had been standing firmly on the ground, and the next thing he knew, he was lying on a filthy floor.

After standing up, Kurt dusted himself off and looked around. His surroundings had changed drastically – he had ended up in a building that was not his school, that much was certain.

At the other end of the hallway, he heard voices. Slowly approaching them, Kurt wondered where he was, or rather, when. And how. And why.

Looking into the room, he raised one of his eyebrows. He was currently standing behind a rather cheap looking piece of décor, and inside the room (if it could even be called that), there were various people. Kurt had seen many bad-dressed people in his life, but this had to be the worst case of a fashion crisis he'd ever seen. Those uniforms were way worse than Dalton's, and the man in the middle – was that a fake beard? – looked particularly strange.

There were kids – no, young adults, Kurt corrected himself – sitting on makeshift benches, and for some reason, Kurt had the distinct feeling that they might burst out in song any moment. That was, until one of the kids started speaking. That sounded very much like –

"Blaine?"

Too late did Kurt realise that he had now given away his hiding spot – which wasn't really that much of a hiding spot in the first place, but anyway.

"Who are you?" A guy, dressed in all black – worse, much worse than Tina – asked him, making his way over as if he was a bat flying. Kurt felt more and more out of place here every second.

"I'm Kurt," he offered as politely as he could in this situation. "Uh – could someone tell me what's going on here?"

Poking him, the bat imposter instead asked, "Why are you not wearing your uniform?"

"It's the weekend," Kurt responded matter-of-factly, then deciding that he wouldn't be getting any answers from this guy very soon. Therefore, he turned towards Blaine – well, he thought it was Blaine. They looked very alike, even though this boy had much longer hair and curls, and he was wearing glasses. But whatever – Kurt thought it looked sort of cute.

"Blaine, what are you doing?"

Everyone stared at him as if he'd gone crazy. "Who are you talking to?" a dark boy – or was it a girl? Kurt wouldn't be surprised by now – asked him.

"Who do you think I'm talking to?" Kurt exclaimed. "Him, of course," he added, pointing towards the Blaine lookalike, who simply looked weirded out.

"But why?" he wanted to know. "My name's not Blaine."

"Don't you recognise him?" the guy next to him asked Kurt, seemingly very shocked. Now that Kurt thought about it, everyone in the room – not that many people, actually – was looking at him like he'd gone mad. They might even be right.

"Yeah, I do," Kurt replied, shrugging. "That's my friend, Blaine."

The boy – who had red hair (Kurt assumed it was a wig; no one had such a hair colour, period), held together by a blue headband – shook his head disbelievingly, and 'Blaine' glanced Kurt up and down uncertainly.

"I don't even know you, dude," he told Kurt. "And seriously, my name's not Blaine. I wouldn't want to be that friend of yours – no wonder he's gone missing, if I had such a name..."

"Then who are you?" Kurt asked, rolling his eyes. This was obviously some sort of ploy of Blaine's to drive him insane. Why, he didn't know. As far as Kurt was aware, he hadn't done anything to make Blaine want to get revenge.

He barely finished his question when he heard music. Looking behind him, he saw nothing; looking back at the group in front of him, he noticed that they had all stood up – and then they started singing.

"He's Harry freakin' Potter – "

Kurt barely heard what else they had to sing. Harry Potter? He didn't know Blaine was a fan, let alone crazy enough to actually believe that he was, in fact, the boy who lived.

The group was doing some elaborate dance to accompany the song, and Kurt was impressed. He didn't know Blaine – no matter what everyone said, Kurt was certain that it was him – could pull such a thing off. The Warblers' dance moves (if you could even call them that) weren't anything like this. It reminded him very much of the performances New Directions always put together, and he smiled to himself.

When the group was done, they sat down as if nothing was going on. As if they hadn't just burst into song. Huh. Weird.

"So," Kurt asked, deciding that he'd better play along, "are you like… the Glee club of this school?"

A/N: So, what did you think? There will be at least one other chapter, but I don't know when, or what. Maybe it'll follow the musical(s), but I'd have to watch them again first... or maybe not. We'll see :P Anyway, let me know what you think, and please review! :)