A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you are enjoying the story so far. I just want to say that I got the idea from another fan fic I read on here recently. So credit to the author! I apologize that I don't remember their name or the title. But I'm putting my own spin things because they're awesome! Oh and btw, I don't own anything and I don't know the actors or crew of Glee. Wish I did though. On with the story!

Blaine returned with the change of clothes and Chris nodded to him gratefully. "Thank you honey," he said. And than, things looked like they were going to get very, very awkward. The room was full of the other characters. Chris had no problem stripping and changing in front of Blaine because he'd done so in front of Darren loads of times and if he showed hesitance it would make them doubt that Kurt was okay. But what about everyone else? He decided there was only one solution. He stood from the chair, a bit shaken still and cleared his throat. Looking at Blaine, he smiled. "Normally, I wouldn't have much of a problem changing in front of you love," he said. "But seeing as everyone else is still here, I'm going to go change in the bathroom."

Fortunately for him, Blaine seemed to get that and nodded his head. He leaned in and whispered in Chris's ear as the actor stepped down off the riser, starting to make his way for the door. "Do you want me to come with you?" Chris grinned at the suggestive motion Blaine made with his eyebrows. Keeping character, he gave the other a light peck on the lips. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Finn look away.

"That's okay love. You stay here and make sure everyone is all right." Blaine seemed to be a bit pouty but he also understood what Chris was getting at. Another light peck and Chris headed out of the choir room, Finn looking both very pale and relieved at the same time. Now what was he going to do?

Chris hoped that this school was as much like the set in real life and when it turned out to be exactly the same, he was grateful. It helped him find the bathroom without getting lost. Really the only difference between this McKinley and the one on set, this was a real high school. But he had more pressing matters. He was seemingly stuck in a fictional world. He'd been pulled in and Kurt had been kicked out. Poor Kurt. Chris was well aware that it wouldn't be as easy as portraying someone for Kurt as it was for him. Kurt probably didn't even know that his world was fictional and that he was played by an actor.

As he stood in the bathroom stripping out of his comfortable clothes to dress in the attire that would be normal for Kurt, Chris stopped short. Wait a second. Kurt's memories had forced themselves into his head. Did that mean that Chris's own would do the same to Kurt? Was this weird phenomenon intending to permanently turn them into each other? Oh God, he sure the as hell hoped not! He wanted to go home. He wanted to see his friends. But most of all he wanted Darren!

And that was when the next odd turn of events happened. Chris got an extremely strange and horrible feeling that they were in for a long night of strange events. This second one began with the sound of thunder outside, the lights in the school suddenly turning on, and finally, a rumble so bad it knocked Chris right off his feet. He was in for a rude awakening in the next few moments.

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By now, everyone in the Glee cast had come to and Darren was pacing the floor, pulling at his messy head of curls. It looked strange. Kurt was so used to Blaine's gelled back do that he just didn't know if he could get used to the way this guy treated his boyfriend's hair when he was apparently, not playing his boyfriend. The teenager felt his heart ache at the thought of his Blaine. If he was here in the so-called real world, where was Blaine? Back home most likely. And where was the real Chris? Realization hit him. If he was here, Chris had to be in his world. Damn! That actor better not lay a finger on his boyfriend! Wait, would that be considered cheating?

"Okay," Darren was saying, snapping Kurt out of his thoughts. The senior shoved his hands between his legs and flushed at the voice. His voice was every bit as nice as Blaine's. But the memories of Chris told Kurt that the actor who supposedly played Blaine, was actually straight. How in the world did a straight man play a gay man and make it seem so comfortably normal? Kurt had never seen anyone that good. "Let's try and figure this out here," Darren went on. Kurt realized that he wasn't the only one who was pacing. The Finn look-alike, Cory Monteith had joined him.

Cory was rubbing his chin. "Well we were all fine. Chris was seemingly in a sour mood for some odd reason." He shook his head and looked over at Kurt who was watching them with wide eyes, hands still shoved between his legs. He didn't dare say anything. This Chris guy was in a sour mood and he had had a bad feeling about the night.

"Right," Darren went on. "Even though this was his idea to begin with. It was almost like he was forcing himself to actually go through with it. Which, doesn't really make any sense." He shook his head and Cory nodded agreement. What the hell were these two talking about? The latter, Cory, came across as just as much a buffoon as his onscreen counterpart, whom in Kurt's world was not an onscreen counterpart. He had a feeling that Cory and Finn would completely understand each other if they ever met. That very thought had him cracking a small smile. But no one saw. He was grateful.

Lea opened her mouth to pipe up when a rumbling overtook the set. She instead clung to the piano to keep from falling over.

"Ah hell! Not again!" This voice was that of Mark Salling who was an exact replica right down to the Mohawk of Kurt's friend Puck. Well, now friend anyway. The man was bracing himself in the doorway. "Shit! What is going on here? Why is this happening?" he shouted. Lea looked over at him and Kurt got this sense that she was rather very different from the real Rachel.

"Maybe whatever this weird stuff is realized what it did and is going to give us Chris back! Send Kurt home! The poor boy looks scared stiff!" she called out, realizing that it wouldn't be easy to hear otherwise. But all thoughts and hopes were dashed when Darren was hoisted off the floor and thrown right into what appeared to be a white portal. Everyone else fell speechless.

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Thankfully, this time, Chris hadn't blacked out. He was just getting to his feet in the bathroom, halfway dressed in his own clothes and halfway dressed in Kurt's when something collided with him, sending him sprawling back to the floor. At the same time, he heard a few earsplitting screams that were no doubt coming from the choir room. What in the world was going on now? He had a weird feeling he ought to get back there and straight away. But his attention was caught by whatever had knocked him to the ground.

"Chris?" said a voice and the actor blinked, realizing that he'd shut his eyes for some weird reason. When he opened them fully, he found himself gazing into hazel eyes, a mass of loose curls surrounding the face. "Shit…" was the unmistakable whisper from his co-star. Well, one good thing. At least now Chris wasn't alone.

"Oh no. The weird stuff got you now too?" he spat sporadically. There was no doubt it was Darren but if Darren was now here with him, Chris was quite sure that Blaine had been sent to the real world. He was starting to get a very disturbed feeling. Darren had enough time to bring himself to his feet and help Chris up before he collapsed over the bathroom counter, hands clutching his head. Chris knew what was happening. "You're getting Blaine's memories," he said in a really quiet whisper.

Dusting himself off, he waited patiently for Darren to recover from the painful shoving of memories into his head before he proceeded changing into Kurt's clothes. And that was when he made another realizing. Darren could not go back to the choir room with his hair in massive curls. No way whatever had happened to Blaine would have sucked all the gel right out of his hair. They were going to have to make a detour before returning to the choir room. Luckily, Chris knew, and he was certain Darren did too, that Blaine kept hair gel in his locker. It was good for during school touchups.

Darren stood straight again and blinked. "Chris what the hell is going on here?" he asked, looking around the bathroom and noting that it looked exactly like a bathroom and not some set. "Don't tell that we're…"

"In the actual world of Glee?" Chris finished for him, fastening the button on Kurt's fashionable skinny jeans. "Uh…yeah Darren. That's exactly where we are. And unless you want the other characters freaking over the fact that your hair is suddenly wild, I say we detour and make a stop at Blaine's locker. You're gonna have to be him for now."

The older actor raised his triangular eyebrows and gently shook his head, running his hand up the wall. "How in the world is this even possible?" he asked, not sure he wanted to know the answer to that. Chris was silent. As geeky and a sci-fi nerd as he was, he really had no answer for this. "All right, let's go." And the two of them left the bathroom.

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The moment the earthquake like feeling and loud noise ended, everyone in the choir room groaned. Kurt pulled himself to his feet, seeing as the motion had sent him toppling out of the chair. This was like another of the bang that had brought him here, but in a different sort of way. What was going on? And what did it mean? Wait, was he home again? No, there was no ceiling and still cables on the floors and still cameras in the corners. A new but familiar voice suddenly spoke to him and caught him momentarily off-guard.

"Kurt?" it asked. Kurt whipped his head around to where a form was lying in the doorway of the room. The direction in which Darren's body had flown. But this figure said Kurt and the teenager was overwhelmed with relief as he ran forward and wrapped his arms around him. He felt the other's arms wrap around him in return.

"Blaine! Oh my God! Blaine! I was so scared! I still am!" he spat out, kissing his boyfriend all over his face. But if Blaine was now with Kurt and Kurt wasn't home, did that mean…

"Uh oh…" Lea said, staring at the two of them. Kurt had a feeling she'd just made the same realization he did. Blaine was now here, which meant Darren was in his world. Well at least now Darren and Chris were together, but how the hell were they going to fix things and switch it back. Lea looked at Ashley who looked at Cory, who looked at Mark who looked at the rest of the cast that were still all in stunned silence from Kurt being there at all.

Suddenly, Blaine cried out in pain. He clutched his head, much in the way Kurt had done not too much earlier. If when that had happened Kurt was getting Chris's memories, did that mean Blaine was now getting Darren's? Kurt didn't like that. He didn't want the actor's memories. He wanted his and he wanted to be home. He helped a slightly disoriented Blaine stand and looked around at the remaining cast members with the first bitch-face Kurt expression he'd been able to manage during this whole fiasco.

"I don't know what's going on and I don't know why. But I have a feeling it's only going to get worse so despite what happens from here on out, no one stop trying to figure out a solution. I don't know about your Chris Colfer and Darren Criss, but I for one would be very pleased to go home!" That startled everyone, Blaine included. The shorter boy clung to Kurt's thin frame and for a moment everyone stared at him. He waited for a response but when he got none, nodded his head sharply. In return, he got several nods back.

Cory started pacing again and Kurt just stood there cradling Blaine in his arms, feeling a bit more at ease now that he had his boyfriend with him. But watching Cory, he realized, as mad as he was at Finn, he really wanted his stepbrother, his real stepbrother. He just saw Cory as even more of a doofus than Finn was sometimes and frankly, he didn't measure up, look-alike or not. This was going to be a long night.