Hi! I'm doing another multi-chapter story, but my Plenty of Kurt to go Around sequel will come out in June! Thanks for your support! Glee or any possibly copyrighted materials in this fanfic do not belong to me.

"Honestly Mercedes, Marc Jacobs should be a crime to not wear for any gender." Kurt grumbled.

"Relax. It's fine. You can feel glamorous and they can feel jealous at the same time."

"But Puck called me a girl. I quite like being a boy. No PMSing or anything that uncomfortable." Kurt admitted.

"Well, tell me when your done with your early life crisis." Mercedes said.

"I'm not kidding Mercedes!" Kurt yelled down the hallway.

"Finished PMSing Hummel?" Puck asked.

"Bug off Puckerman." Kurt said, irritated.

"Fine. Don't kill me." Puck said.

Kurt stormed of to his car, desperately searching for his keys.

Kurt was muttering various curses on his way home and on the way to his bedroom, not even uttering a distant hello to his dad, who was rarely home when Kurt got there.

"Hey Kurt! Can I borrow your-"

"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Kurt screamed at Finn. Finn scrambled out the door, not wanting to be shoved at with a pillow.

Kurt went to sleep, forgetting dinner. Meanwhile, Finn was staring slightly apprehensively at Kurt's empty chair at dinner.

Kurt woke up and walked drowsily to the bathroom as usual. However, he noticed a slight discomfort in his pants and his chest. Kurt also felt a bit lighter.

"EEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKK!" Kurt screamed in the bathroom.

He rushed out to write a note and look into his mirror to examine himself. Long, straight, flowing hair, longer fingers, "girly parts" (this made Kurt shiver), and a slightly shorter stature.

"Kurt! What's wrong?" Finn shouted up the stairs.

"Ummm. I don't think I'll go to school today! I don't feel well." Kurt said. He quickly tied his long hair in a ponytail and sat down on the bed, facing the door.

"Nonsense. What degree fever do you have?" Finn asked, now stepping in his room.

"I don't know." Kurt said.

"Well, help me find the ther-"

"What?" Kurt asked.

"Who are you? Did Kurt bring you home or something?"

Kurt just pointed to the note.

As Finn walked over to the table, he noted that the girl had Kurt's clothes on and she looked just like him.

"Oh no." Finn said.

"What?" Kurt asked, trying his best to act confused.

Finn mentally read the note over again, ignoring her:

Dear dad, Finn, whoever is reading this,

I have gone on a surprise shopping spree in New York. I'm fine. I'm by myself, but I'll make sure no one kidnaps me or anything. Mercedes and Quinn saw me looking depressed after a particularly scathing comment from Karofsky. No need to worry though. They put together their money and bought me everything I need for New York. I'll call and text you regularly. As for the shopping, I'm using all of my own money, so as not to bother them for much longer. As for the girl, she is my friend. You probably notice how much she looks like me. Well, she's my twin sister. She was born a little while before or after me. That's what she told me when we met. As far as I'm concerned, I'm older than her. She's going to be like my "replacement". She knows how to moisturize and show off my fashionable side. For homework, just leave it to her. She's smart. You might want to explain to everyone who she is.

Much love from New York,

Kurt

"Please tell me this isn't true." Finn said.

"It isn't true?" Kurt half said, half asked.

Finn sighed in exasperation.

Finn mumbled something about Burt going to kill him, but Kurt payed that no mind as he picked out his clothing.

"Hey, ummm…"

"Elizabeth."

"Right. What are you doing?"

"I'm picking out my clothes. Didn't you read the note? I'm going to school in place of Kurt."

"What?" Finn asked in disbelief.

"It's fine. I take his same language. I'll be fine."

"What about glee club?" Finn asked.

"I have his vocal range." Kurt said.

"Oh dear. Fine. I have to drive you to school though."

"Fine. Just don't hit a mailman on the way there."

Finn blushed before trudging to his bedroom.

Kurt got up and began to undress when he realized his clothes suddenly fit perfectly when before they were a bit too big on his girl figure, and all the things needed were in his closet. He picked out an Alexander McQueen specialty and walked to his car. Whoever gave him this gift of a situation was an angel.

At school, people gave him, or… her, strange looks.

"Hi Mercedes." Kurt said, coming up to Mercedes' locker.

"Hey Kur- Who are you?"

"Say, can you keep a secret?" Kurt asked.

"Okay, first, what's your name and how do you know mine?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Kurt dragged Mercedes into and empty classroom, which was a lot harder with the lack of strength.

"So?" Mercedes asked.

"I'm Kurt."

"Do I look blind? Kurt's a boy. You're a girl."

"That's the point. I don't know what happened, but somehow, when I looked into the mirror this morning, I was a girl! Please you have to believe me! You're my boy self's only way out of this." Kurt said.

"Why should I believe you? You could only look the same out of coincidence."

"You have an inner diva and you think of yourself as Beyonce and your idol is Whitney Housten."

"… Fine. I believe you." Mercedes said, pouting.

"What about Quinn? I dragged you both into it."

"She'll come around when you do what you just did to me." Mercedes said.

"And my fake name is Elizabeth." Kurt said before walking out.

Kurt had to run to his locker to not be late for his first class.

But was stopped by one Noah Puckerman.

" 'Sup Hummel? Looks like you finally dressed up as a girl." Puck said.

"I am a girl dipwad. See?" Kurt pointed to his chest.

"Woah. Curves? Are you a transfer student?"

"No Puck. I'm a police officer to make sure kids cross the street safely and- OF COURSE I'M A TRANSFER STUDENT!" Kurt yelled.

"You look a lot like Hummel." Puck commented.

"Yeah. There's such things as twins." Kurt remarked.

"Would you like to take a ride on the Puckerman Express then, oh hot, skinny chick with curves?"

"No. And keep your STDs away from me please." Kurt said.

"Holy shit that chick is hard to crack." Puck said.

"Imagine my horror. I found her on Kurt's bed this morning with his pajamas on."

"Man. I have totally got to tap that." Puck said.

"Don't."

"Why? 'Cause it's your brother's twin? Still hot as hell." Puck said.

"No. Just… don't. I have a bad feeling about her. She seems a bit too much like Kurt."

"Dude. Sixth sense much?" Puck asked, skeptical.

"I'm serious. Don't go near her. I have a feeling Kurt's not in New York where he said he was…. And if Kurt needs an explanation…" Finn's lightbulb went off in his head and he ran off to find Mercedes.