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Kurt's POV

Kurt sighed.

Was it bad that he had such a huge crush on Blaine? Probably. But he didn't really care. It was nice to have a crush on someone who could actually reciprocate it. Not that he would. But it was nice to know that he could.

The irksome soloist was like a catchy song that got stuck in Kurt's head, and he wouldn't come undone. Warblers practice was fun, but tiring and rather off-putting. All it really did was make Kurt miss the New Directions (even if the name sounded dirty if you said it too fast). And he would go back, too, if it wasn't for Karofsky. Kurt felt like sighing again.

How had things gotten this tricky?

He was on his way back to his dorm after a long, exhausting day of classes and practices and people and ugh. All he could think about was gossiping with Mercedes, or discussing Broadway with Rachel, or something with somebody. His friends, the people who he's fairly certain are the only things keeping him going. Well, them and Blaine.

"Hey, Kurt!" someone said behind him said.

Kurt didn't even bother turning around. He knew who it was, and, more to the point, he didn't really have the energy.

"Hi, Wes," he sighed. Oops. Another sigh.

"What's wrong?" Wes's body sidled up next to Kurt's, and his voice sounded concerned.

"Nothing. Just tired." A pause. Why not? "And I miss my friends."

"Oh. I...understand. But just remember, though, the Warblers will always be there for you."

Kurt wanted to laugh. The Warblers. Yeah, sure.

Wes's hand squeezed Kurt's shoulder briefly, gave him a mildly encouraging smile, and walked off in the other direction.

Kurt thought about how, had it been Blaine, they would have fallen into easy conversation about Vogue. They would have both agreed that chevron was a pattern not meant for shoes, and Kurt would have mentally kicked himself for his crush growing that much bigger.

Kurt neared the staircase (you know, the one where Blaine and Kurt met?) and hopped onto the first step. But before he could continue, a boy (Thad? A white version of David? That dude from his AP French class?) moving very quickly shoved past Kurt. He was thrown off balance, and he reached out to steady himself on the rail.

He missed.

Kurt was sure he would have heard people yelling, but everyone had gone back to their dorms (even the dude who had knocked him down had mysteriously fled).

Besides, the first step that hit his head had really hurt, more than he thought, and the others hurt just as badly. If not, worse. Inside his head, he vaguely knew that he should be screaming or something, but the connection between his head and his mouth had been severed.

His head bashed and smashed on the (hard and marble) steps about twenty times, and, by the end, he was practically a liquidy-red rag-doll.

With the little thought he had left before he blacked out, he turned himself over onto his back and dug into his pocket. He scrambled with his hands and fingers, and he texted the first contact he could a message: HELP!

And then the black edging his vision blanketed his mind.

Kurt's POV

There was something itchy wrapped around his head. Without moving or opening his eyes, he could tell that something not good for his skin was squeezing the sleep out of his head.

In a burst of confusion, Kurt remembered what happened. Tumbling down the marble steps of Where Blainey Met Kurtie was enough to land him in... Wherever he was. He saw sunlight through his eyelids, so he must have been out for awhile (hadn't it been dark when he'd fallen?).

Knowing whatever he did would hurt, Kurt slowly opened his eyes and slowly raised his head and slowly sat up. It still hurt. A lot.

Taking in his surroundings (slowly), he noticed something was...off.

Mercedes was standing next to his cot. She was jumping, yelling silently. That meant that either he was dead, or his head was so messed up that he had lost his hearing and his mind.

"-rt! He's... -king up! C'mere, qui-" Her voice faded in and out, but that meant that his hearing was coming back.

"'Cedes? What're ya doin' 'ere? Are we in the hospital?" he asked groggily.

"Boo, we're just in the nurse's office at McKinley. Nowhere new. How're you feelin'?" she said and patted his arm in sympathy.

He flinched. Apparently the fall had not only damaged his head and mind; it had bruised and battered the rest of his body. Which sucked, really, because everything already hurt in his heart and now he had to worry about the rest of himself.

Before Kurt could reply, he heard the sqweech of tennis shoes on tile. "Dolphin!" the owner of the shoes screamed.

"Hey, Britt!" he said weakly and slurred, "Wassup?"

"Azimio pushed you down the stairs outside. You hurt your head and wouldn't wake up. It was scary, Kurtie, and I didn't like it. You were leaking red all over the place!" Brittany said in a rush. She came over close to Kurt and gave him a bone-crushing squeeze. He patted her back, as she'd squeezed the movement out of him.

"Well, I'm okay now, Britt." His head was spinning. Why was he at McKinley? Not that he wasn't ecstatic to see his friends, of course he was happy to see them, but wasn't he just at Dalton? Hadn't he lost his balance and fallen down the stairs, not been pushed? Hadn't he texted someone to help him?

Maybe this was his brain's way of preparing for death, letting him say goodbye to his bestest friends? Was he in some kind of Wonderland, and he was the Alice? Maybe he was dreaming the whole thing.

That must have been it. He was unconscious, in a coma, and he was dreaming. At the same time, he was conscious of the fact he was unconscious and that this world was fabricated by his head.

How strange.

But, in this dream world, he'd never left McKinley.

He internally worried about the world he'd left for this one (and maybe the next). What would happen to his dad? His family? Glee? ...Blaine?

But as he hugged Brittany and Mercedes with all he had, he wasn't that concerned with the outside world. He could worry about that later.

So... Tell me how you liked it, make suggestions, etc! I'm trying to stay real to the Blaine that lived in season 2, but also keep up with the new I formation season 5 has been giving us, but you'll see that soon.

And yes, "sqweech" is a word I made up. :)

Sqweech- adj.- the odd squeal like noise often made by the wet rubber soles of tennis shoes

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