A.N.: So…I have the story plotted from start to finish now…and I decided to do something I usually don't do. I have like up to three ways this story could end, but instead of deciding upon one myself I will put all of them up as alternate endings so you can freely pick which one you want to read, or if you choose to read all, which one you will see as the 'real' ending… :D

Chapter Notes: "Am I supposed to be happy, when all I ever wanted it comes with a price…?" (Red Jumpsuit Apparatus-Cat And Mouse)

Blaine didn't really think straight as he hung up the phone and stumbled out of his bed, cautiously opening his bedroom door and peaking outside. It was probably around 5 am so it wasn't said that his parents were still asleep. Especially his father used to revise some files when he was having his first cup of coffee.

Careful to not make any noise whatsoever Blaine snuck into the kitchen, just to freeze in shock as he found his father looking at him from the kitchen table. Blaine contemplated his next moves for a moment. He was still very confused and ever since he came out his relationship with his father, well his parents in general, had been very…strained…to say the least.

That was why he did a double take when his father just smiled at him warmly.

"Hey kid…how are you up already? You're usually fast asleep until I come up to your room to kick you out of the bed."

Blaine just blinked a couple of times and continued staring silently, mouth slightly agape. His father chuckled softly.

"Oh champ, your still half asleep aren't you?"

'Champ?' Blaine barely kept himself from raising a questioning eyebrow. Was his father drunk?

The darkheaded man chuckled again.

"Well you certainly aren't up to 100% yet,, but as long as you do well at the game on Friday it's fine by me." He padded the seat next to him and Blaine walked over, sitting down, mouthing 'Game?'

"The football game kid? Where you're kicker? In the best team of your league? Ring a bell?"

Well, that did at least explain why he was on the picture with those jocks. And Blaine knew he was a decent kicker, he had been playing soccer for a while now, what his father had seen as a sissy sport, but Blaine hadn't even thought about getting on one team with his top tormentors.

"Want some toast?" Blaine's father asked.

Blaine nodded numbly.

"There you go…is Sheila coming over after her competition today?"

Blaine stared at his father. He was starting to feel a little angry. His father, who hadn't even found it necessary to even learn Kurt's name, much less what he spent his time with, knew the name of his supposed girlfriend and the date of her competition. What on earth?

"How do you know of that?" he asked incredulously.

"Well she's been your girlfriend for almost half a year now Blaine you'd expect me to at least know something about her." the taller man replied "Anyways I should better be going, I see you later today ok?"

It was only when his father got up, hugged him and walked out that Blaine realized that he was wearing a suit. The man walked out, leaving Blaine alone to process the information he had gained from the conversations with both his girlfriend and his father so far.

There was no Dalton.

Blaine was straight.

Wes and David were not even remotely his friends.

Instead of singing Blaine was playing football and rather good.

He had a blonde cheerleader girlfriend and was one of the jocks.

He had a great relationship with his father, who even knew stuff about his girlfriend.

But most importantly, there was no Kurt.

While he ate his toast Blaine decided that he would just have to go and find Wes and David. They would be able to help him understand. They would help him to find Kurt. They just had to.

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When he parked his shiny black Mustang GT 500, at least one thing that had remained the same, along with his love for Harry Potter and Redvines apparently, at the school, some cheerleaders, including the blonde he recognized as Sheila and some jocks already waited for him.

He hesitated for a moment before he got out of his car, smiling at the crowd uncertainly.

"Hey bro…!" a tall blonde with green eyes said.

"Hey Bradley." Blaine replied weakly. Yes he knew their names.

Blaine wasn't stupid, he might have no idea what was going on, but he had taken out his yearbook to identify the people on the pictures. He had been repulsed by the way that he, or maybe his friends had destroyed the pictures of the Glee club, called the Blackbirds and all other groups which obviously were considered fair game.

He didn't have much time to greet his friends however because Sheila, he really couldn't bring himself to really think of her as his girlfriend, practically jumped him, wrapping her legs around him and kissing him soundly as he staggered back against his car.

Afraid that she would fall he wrapped his arms around her, but he didn't close his eyes as her chapstick covered lips molded against his. Her tongue trailed his lower lip, pushing against it to gain access to his mouth. The cherry taste of her chapstick didn't appeal to him at all, and he was at a loss for what to do. He knew it would be unwise to push her off, but he felt as if he was betraying Kurt, beautiful, trusting Kurt. His boyfriend.

Being the Katy Perry fan he was he had always dreamed of kissing someone with cherry chapstick. He had though that it would taste awesome. But he didn't want that anymore. Kissing Kurt had healed him from that. True, he knew that Kurt used chapstick, too, to protect his lips from the cold winter air or the dry heat in the summer, but Kurt's kisses were never sweet and sticky like this one was. He remembered every single one of their kisses and they had all been better.

Their lips meeting for the first time, after Kurt's Blackbird performance. It had been soft, and gentle, reveling in the feeling of their lips moving against each other, Blaine slightly parting his to deepen the contact, before they broke away, flushed and flustered.

The two of them meeting in the parking lot if front of the Lima Bean in the pouring rain after Blaine had been gone over the weekend. Kurt, who usually hated getting his hair or clothes wet, had waited outside for Blaine to show up, just to rush into his arms when he finally arrived. Blaine's warm lips had met Kurt's and while their tongues battled for dominance, the raven had wrapped his arms around Kurt tightly, letting the heat of his body seep into the slender frame of his boyfriend.

Blaine on top of Kurt in Kurt's room, on Kurt's bed, gently pushing off his jacket as he pushed Kurt into the mattress. He pulled back a little, both of them fairly breathless from their heated kissing. Blaine admired the form of his boyfriend beneath him. The flawless pale skin, the smooth expanse of exposed skin from his neck to his collarbone, the slight blush on his cheeks, the deep and loving expression in those glasz eyes he loved so much.

He was drawn out of his reverie as Sheila rolled her hips, causing some unexpected friction which in turn caused him to be rather uncomfortable. He was thinking hard to find a way to get rid of her without seeming too rude. The decision was taken from him as one of the jocks, a broad black guy Blaine recognized as Colin dragged someone over to the dumpster. Blaine's heart almost stopped. He knew this person. He did almost drop Sheila as he hurried to get over there.

"Whoa hey, Col, what are you doing?" he asked, stepping into the circle of the footballers who looked at him questioningly.

"Well, we're obviously putting this nerd right where he belongs." another guy, Phil, answered flatly.

Blaine barely suppressed a groan. Phil, who supposedly was one of his closer friends was the quarterback of the football team, but from what Blaine had gathered he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, to put it carefully.

"Look…why don't you guys just head back over to the girls and I have a little chat with…this dude? Does that sound like a plan?" Blaine fought hard to keep his calm façade as he looked at the large jocks, expecting their answer.

Finally Bradley spoke up: "Whatever whatever…you do what you want bro."

With those words the jocks headed off, leaving Blaine to sag against the dumpster, relieved that his assumption had been right. From the pictures he had seen he had assumed that he was some sort of leading personality for the jocks, however he had managed that.

He looked over to the guy who had been about o be dumpster-tossed and shot him a smile.

"Man Wes, that was one hell of a close call. What did you do to piss off these guys man?"

The asian boy blinked and looked at him strangely.

"Hey man, what's wrong?" Blaine asked.

"Dude…who are you? And what did you do to Blaine Anderson?"

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"What do you…?"

Blaine's question was interrupted by the hasty approach of David, who seemed to be determined to come to Wes' rescue.

"Leave him alone man!" he yelled.

"What?"

"You heard me just…"

"David wait…look at him…something's different about him…"

Blaine felt uncomfortable under the scrutiny of the two boys he considered his best friends.

"Ok what do you want?" Wes asked after a while.

"Want? Me? What do you…?" Blaine was confused.

"Oh please cut the crap." Wes interjected sharply.

Blaine flinched. Wes wasn't one to use such words. At least not unless he was drunk or someone had messed with his gavel.

"Just tell us. You would have never helped me if you didn't want something. So tell me what is it? It can't be money, homework maybe? Help with studying? You know that if you'd use that head of yours for something else than to attach it to that chick of yours and throw beer down your throat you'd actually be able to get through school without cheating."

Blaine couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He wasn't going to hurt either of his friends, but from what he knew about whatever this was that he had gotten himself in, there was no way for them to know that he wasn't gonna have them hogtied to the flagstaff in their underwear for standing up to him.

His heart sank as he realized how much they must hate him to antagonize him so strongly regardless of their fear. He really didn't know what he would do if he couldn't count on them.

"Look…" he started, looking around nervously, noticing Sheila and some of her friends staring at them "Is there someplace we can talk? More privately maybe?"

He didn't know what it was, but something made the two boys agree to his plea and take him to the dark and empty auditorium.

"Ok." David said finally. "We're here now, alone…what do you want? Except not wanting to be seen with us?"

It hurt Blaine to see how they thought of him and he hoped that he didn't hurt Kurt in any way in this what he was going to call his 'Mirror Universe' since he couldn't think of a better term. He looked at them for a moment before he decided to lay it all on the line.

"Guys…why wouldn't I want to be seen with you, you are my best friends."

The two Warblers looked at him slackjawed for a moment before bursting out in laughter.

Blaine just looked at them uncomfortably. After a long while David suddenly stopped laughing and stared at Blaine. He shook Wes who stopped laughing as he saw the strange expression on his friend's face.

"Wes…I…I think he's serious."

So Blaine explained the whole thing.

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"So…wait…what you're saying is…that you Blaine Anderson, leader of the football team because you are the only one with an IQ bigger than that of a toast in there, boyfriend of Sheila James, the head cheerleader and hottest girl in this school and son of Richard and Jasmine Anderson and heir of the Anderson fortune…what you are saying is that you are a gay prep school glee kid and our best friend?" Wes asked, summarizing what Blaine had told them.

Blaine nodded slowly.

"And you have no idea how you ended up here in this…what you call "Mirror Universe"…by the way since when are you a Star Trek fan?... and now what…you want our help…to…" David continued.

"I need to find Kurt. I need to find out how I got here. I need to find out what's going on…I…I…" Blaine was clearly completely beside himself, so Wes and David comforted him.

"Whoa whoa…just tell me one thing tho…" David started after Blaine had calmed down a little.

"Whatever you want to know." Blain replied earnestly, unbelievably glad that, even in this strange reality, he could still count on Wes and David.

"Why on earth would you want to get back?"

Blaine blinked. "Sorry what?"

"I mean dude…let's assume, just for a moment, that what you're saying is true and you aren't meant to be here. Why would you ever possibly want to go back? You have everything here…I mean..think about it…"

"Look…" Wes started "We have to head off, Glee meeting before our first class, you just stay put and gather your thoughts a little ok?"

Blaine nodded numbly and watched his two friends walk away. And once again he was being left alone with his thoughts. He really wanted to thank the heavens that Wes and David were the amazing people they were and were willing to at least listen to him, even if they probably thought he was high or something, but he couldn't stop thinking about David's question.

Why would he want to get back? He had everything he had ever wanted here. He was a popular jock, had a hot girlfriend, his father loved him, they seemed to be really close and everything was great. The thing about Wes and David could be fixed and he really didn't need to sing in Glee club, he could still do that at home or in his car. Why on earth would he want to give up all of that? Sure he loved Dalton and the Warblers, but they were still here, just called the Blackbirds and complete losers at this school.

While he followed that train of thought an image appeared in front of his inner eye. IT was Kurt, sitting on the stairs at McKinley, totally devastated after their confrontation with Karofsky.

Soon the image was replaced by Kurt's smile as they sang 'Baby it's cold outside', then the feeling of Kurt in his arms as they watched a Disney movie, the sound of Kurt's voice as he sang Blackbird, the look in Kurt's eyes as Blaine told him that he loved him.

Blaine felt a tear escaping from his eyes, running down his cheek. He just let himself fall onto the floor, burying his face in his knees, wrapping his arms around his legs, curling up.

Right where he was now he had all he ever wanted, popularity with his peers, a 'normal' relationship (he winced at that term, because he hated thinking of it that way, but he knew that that, sadly, was what most of the people here would call it), the love of his father, everything anyone would dream of having. But he couldn't stop asking himself whether all those shallow things he had gained, even though he had always thought he wanted them more than anything, were worth losing the love of his life over.

Chapter End Notes: Yeah…Star Trek isn't mine obviously…I hope you liked the chapter…I really can't evaluate it, I'm just too tired, I should just not write in the middle of the night…but yeah I just wanted to give you guys this soo…yeah…;D

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