Chapter 2

Kurt yawned and stretched in his bed, refusing to open his eyes. He smiled remembering the night before. His party had been a hit, and the night (early morning?) had ended with Blaine ravishing him into oblivion. Kurt felt a stirring in his pants at the memory of what Blaine's sweet mouth on him. He rolled over to press his erection into Blaine's leg and give him the best kind of wake-up call.

But the other side of the bed was empty. Kurt wondered if Blaine was making breakfast for the two of them. That was usually reserved for Sunday mornings, but maybe they were still celebrating his birthday. Kurt's stomach growled, and he realized just how hungry he was. He had been so busy yesterday, that he hadn't eaten much more than a piece of cake...and Blaine. The wicked look returned to his face.

Kurt rolled out of bed to dig around in his side of the dresser for his sweatpants.

Strange. All he could find in his sweatpants drawer were dress shirts. Maybe Blaine had rearranged their clothes without telling him. He should know better than to mess with Kurt's clothes. He shrugged and tried the next drawer, with more success this time.

In the kitchen, Kurt did not find his fiancé, but he did find Rachel sitting at the table, nose in a Patti LuPone autobiography.

"Morning, Rach. Where's Blaine? And Santana?"

"Huh?" She lifted confused eyes to look at him. "What a weird thing to say. Hurry up and get dressed. We're meeting Artie and Brittany for brunch."

Artie and Brittany? That was unusual. Kurt didn't think the two of them had spent time alone together since they dated in high school.

"Uh...okay." He hadn't remembered making these plans, but then again, Rachel didn't always remember to tell him what she had scheduled for him. So he agreed.

All throughout his morning routine, Kurt had a strange feeling. When he reached for his shampoo, he found himself grasping at the air instead. His favorite monogrammed towel (B + K) had been replaced with a standard towel. The scarf rack that Blaine had given him for Christmas last year wasn't in its usual corner of their room. In fact, he couldn't find his scarf collection at all. The major reason he had accumulated so many, was because Blaine once mentioned how he loved being able to grab the ends of Kurt's scarves and pulling him in close for kisses. But the most noticeable change of all was when he reached to twirl his engagement ring around his finger-

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! God damn it!"

Rachel ran into his room with a horrified look on her face, to find Kurt clutching his hand. "What is the matter? Were you swearing? You look like you're going to vomit."

His shaking hands reached out to grab hers.

"My engagement ring is missing. I swear I didn't take it off. I never take it off. Where could it be? Blaine is going to kill me!"

She gave him another funny look. "You're being very weird today. Why would you have an engagement ring? And who is Blaine?"

Kurt took a stunned step back. "Who is-Who is Blaine?!" He shrieked.

"Do we know someone named Blaine?" Rachel continued, eyeing him warily, as if he were a stranger. "Unless...Are you talking about Warbler Blaine? That guy from Dalton's glee club back in high school?"

Kurt couldn't breathe. "That guy...who...what…" His knees were weak, and a knot of confusion and terror had formed in the pit of his stomach. "Rachel?"

"Yes?" She looked like she wanted to bolt from the room.

"Do we live with Blaine Anderson, my fiancé and love of my life?"

"Kurt!" Rachel squealed uncomfortably, pulling her hands out of his desperate grasp. "Are you on drugs?"

"No! God, no. Answer me. Please."

She took a tentative breath. "N-no. We aren't friends with Blaine Anderson. You aren't engaged to anyone. You've never even had a serious boyfriend. And I think you need to skip out on brunch and go back to sleep. You've been under a lot of stress lately. I wish..."

Kurt drowned her out as the pieces clicked into place. Wish. He sank down onto the couch, head in his hands.

There's no fucking way this could be happening.

"Kurt, are you-"

"Where's my phone?" He demanded, launching himself off the couch. He tore across the room and lunged for his phone.

He held his breath as he typed in his passcode.

The familiar wallpaper picture of him and Blaine kissing in front of the Met had been altered. It was just Kurt standing in front of the Met, almost as if Blaine had been erased from the photograph. He frantically flipped through his photo library, but couldn't find a single trace of Blaine. There was no picture of him and Blaine in their Dalton blazers, no picture of them sharing a bottle of wine after they got engaged, no picture of them cuddling in bed on their first day living together. All documentation of the best times of his life had vanished.

He threw his phone across the room in frustration before sinking down to the floor.

What have I done?

Deep breaths,Kurt reminded himself. He tried channeling Blaine, who was the logical one in the relationship, and who always brought Kurt back down to Earth when his emotions got the best of him and made him act irrationally.

So he made a list of what he knew to be true.

He had made a wish last night, and this morning, he woke up in a completely different life.

Blaine and Santana did not live with him and Rachel.

He had never dated Blaine.

There was no proof that he had ever known Blaine.

Blaine was out there somewhere.

Writing out that last fact calmed Kurt down a bit, and gave him some hope. He had seen enough movies to know that the point of all of this was to teach him a lesson. All he had to do was discover what that lesson was, and everything would go back to normal...Right?

He must be losing his mind. Things like this only happened in the movies. Didn't they? But what other way was there to explain what was happening? And was it possible to get his life and his love back?

Kurt felt himself slipping into hysterics again. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't help but feel that he was losing his grip on reality. Real reality. Not this insane, alternate universe reality. He reached for his ring to help keep him grounded, but quickly remembered it wasn't there. There had to be something left from his real life. Something that was proof that he hadn't dreamed it all.

Though every cell in his brain was screaming at him not to, Kurt logged onto his Facebook account and pulled up Blaine's page.

There was a moment when Kurt's hopes soared as he saw Blaine's unbelievably handsome profile picture. He definitely existed in this strange new world.

But the relief he felt didn't last long. Kurt closed the laptop as quickly as he could, feeling like he was going to be sick.

Blaine's cover picture was a selfie of him and none other than Sebastian Smythe.

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