Title: Shades of Red

Rating: PG-13

Words: 1,000+

Pairing: Kurtbastian

Beta: .com

Summary: Based on the gif set floating around about Kurbastian in a Freaky Friday reality. (struckbycarsondreams(dot)tumblr(dot)com/post/22176173303 )

A miscommunication between Kurt Hummel and Sebastian Smythe is brought to the next level when Sebastian comes across Kurt at a Chinese Restaraunt. For their disagreements and arguments have reached their peaks. Perhaps fate, disguised as a woman with fortune cookies, has other plans.

Author's note: Sorry this isn't as long as the first- I promise they will be longer in the future but this is just that favorite confrontation we need to introduce that we've all been waiting for! It's going to get a bit confusing when they eventually switch so I put it in this way:

Sebastian/Kurt is their actual names but in the switched bodies. If I were to refer to one as Sebastian- that means Sebastian in Kurt's body.

Ex: His confusion was soon mixed anger and worry. "Sebastian! What did you do?"

-This is Kurt in Sebastian referring to Sebastian in Kurt's body. (That sounds a bit confusing but I'll show you the difference)

Sebastian/Kurt is the opposite. It is the action that one does in the other's body, as if using the others' to trick or fool someone, per say Blaine or Finn.

Ex: He grinned not-so-innocently at Sebastian who looked rather dumbfounded.

-Here, you can see the difference. Instead, we have them associating with each other with their own names— if that makes sense.

Sorry if that doesn't make sense, but I hope it clears up once you actually read it. If you have any questions on that, please don't hesitate in asking :)

Updates will first be posted onto my tumblr-struckbycarsondreams- so if you want quicker updates, that is the place to go: /tagged/shades_of_red

Also, thanks to tumblr user dannyseguel who made a lovely graphic. If you need help finding these links, they will be on my profile :)

The next morning when Kurt made his usual way to the Lima Bean on a foggy Saturday morning, he released an exasperated and frustrated sigh when he saw the very same person from the previous night.

He gathered himself, took a deep breath to remain level-headed, and walked in to order. He didn't dare look into the green, patronizing eyes he knew was watching him.

Once given his Grande Nonfat Mocha, he sat in the only open table…across from Sebastian. He gave a blank stare and sat down against his will, preparing himself for the confrontation he knew was underway. In three…two…one…

"Once again, we've got Bambi prancing about at the Lima Bean." Kurt steeled himself and retorted," So now I'm a deer. Alright Meerkat, our positions still stand. I can say the same to you. Doesn't your HIV infected self have anywhere else to be? A cock to suck? A whore to fuck?"

"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow, testing him. "Let's set things straight- or at least, as straight as things can be with you since you manage to look like both a cross-dresser and male little red riding hood at the same time; But considering you have your screeching voice that may or may not be used in the future to drive any passerby mentally insane, I am going to keep it real for you." He paused, smirking as be could almost feel Kurt's temper reaching it's limit.

"Okay, really? I've tried to imagine but I just have to ask.." Kurt managed to refrain and keep his voice calm enough to ask with a tense,"What?" Sebastian placed a look of mock wonder and confusion. "I just…don't get it. Why put through so much trouble to get noticed. Sweetie, you shouldn't bother and stop trying so hard. Anything you do- no matter what you do, you are still below me. Who else is going to find interest in you? Other than Hair Gel who really shouldn't be wasting his time. Why with the attention? You're not going to get it. Did your pathetic years of public high school being pushed into lockers and tossed around phase your judgement? What a poor little thing you-"

And Kurt slapped him.

Kurt reeled back as if struck by an electric shock and the next thing he knew, he was grasping into his cheek like Sebastian who yelled,"You slapped me. You actually slapped me."

Sebastian's mouth opened in shock, his expression of surprise mirroring that of Kurt's. For even if those were his own words, the voice that said it was not his. "Why do you look like me?"

Kurt rubbed his face, the sting of skin against skin more apparent than ever. His anger slowly died down and was replaced with confusion and fear-the term "seeing yourself from another's point of view" taking on a completely different meaning.

"Sebastian..what-" He stopped, open mouthed and mute. Nope, that voice was definitely not of his own. It was of the cocky, annoyingly condescending voice that he couldn't bear to hear.

His confusion was soon mixed anger and worry. "What the hell did you do Sebastian?" He yelled, wincing at the voice that was not of his own- staring into his own blue eyes.

"Me?" Sebastian grimaced at the evidently noticeable higher pitch to his voice. "Why are you assuming this was my fault?" He said, glaring and narrowing his eyes at the mirror in front of him.

"Because I didn't do anything."
"Bullshit. You slapped me. You must have done some bitch act of yours." His face turned up uncomfortably, not used to Kurt's voice speaking his vulgar words on his tongue.

"I didn't do anything. I slapped you because you were being a dick. What? You think I want to be in the body of a slut? I can already feel the ick of being used…" He shuddered.

"Yeah Hummel? Well I don't fancy your super tight jeans and shrill voice either so I guess we both lose. What even is this shirt? I mean really? Is it a vest? A corset? Or both?" Sebastian, or Kurt's, nose wrinkled in disgust.

"It's a classic Alexander McQueen cut sweater vest for your information, not that you'd have the class to begin with to know that." He spat with disdain.

"This doesn't matter! I don't give a crap about any of this! I just want you to fix this!"
"You think we'd still be in this mess right now if I knew how to fix it?"
"Maybe. Or are you mentally incapable too?"
"Well you're not doing very much to fix this either so shut up."
"You were the one who slapped me!"
"That had absolutely nothing to do with it and you know it Smythe."
"Everything was fine until you did that Hummel."
"Asshole"
"Bitch"
"Whore"
"Twink"

"Kurt? Sebastian?"
The two boys froze upon hearing the familiar voice of Blaine Anderson approaching.

"Hi honey." Kurt shuddered when he realized how that sounded coming from Sebastian. He ignored the confused look on Blaine's face and the widened eyes of Kurt- or in this case, Sebastian, and backtracked. "I mean, Hi Blaine. Just…hi."

Blaine pulled up a chair and sat beside Kurt and kissed him on the cheek. "How was your morning sweetie?" Sebastian blinked, realization slowly dawning over him as he smirked. "Just fine Blaine. I was actually just asking Sebastian to leave."

He grinned not-so-innocently at Sebastian who looked rather dumbfounded. This is not happening Kurt thought. He moved to speak when he saw the expectant and cocky look on Kurt's face, Sebastian wanting nothing more to punch that smirk out of him- but it was still his face so he didn't actually move to do so.

Sebastian glared at the both of them, at Blaine in haste. "Right. I was just going to infect poor gay men young and old with my sexual diseases. I'll be on my way…Kurt?" The mentioned raised an eyebrow. "Give me back my keys."

Kurt's fists clenched and he glared. "It's in the pocket of your blazer dumbass." He grumbled. Sebastiansmiled. "Right. Of course. How did that ever slip my mind. Kurt. Blaine. Have a good day." He said, standing up and walking out the door, ignoring the daggers Kurt was shooting at his back.

If Sebastian can have fun messing with my boyfriend, it's only fair to do the same…he mused. Once out of sight, Blaine turned to Kurt. "What was that about?"

Kurt shook his head. "Oh…nothing. He always acts weird right?" Blaine shrugged. "Maybe. Are you okay?"

"I'm perfect."