I'm sure if I have any younger readers, I bet they are tapping scripts on mirrors right now! I tried to explain how the mirrors work in this chapter, hope it makes sense. If it doesn't, send me a message and I'll explain it to you.

Sadly, one of the last chapters. Every story must end.

CHAPTER 14: Back Home

Blaine stashed the fan fictions under his mattress, as he was sure that they might bring up some awkward questions if his parents found them or even worse if his sister was to find them. She would hold it over him for years.

Once he was sure that the stories were extremely well hidden, he casually went into the bathroom, locking the door securely. He sat on the sink, swinging his legs through the mirror. The surface rippled, pulling him through. His ears were ringing slightly when he came through the other side, so he sat on Darren's sink until the sensation subsided. As soon as it had, he slid down to the tile.

The last time he had been there to get the fan fictions, he had noticed an address book. He found it on a shelf under the table on which the phone was. He flipped through the little navy book, searching for a specific name. There it was; Chris' cell phone number. Hopefully Kurt had the phone with him.

Blaine dialed the number, waiting as it rang through. "Hello," his boyfriend's voice came through sounding like he had just been crying.

"Hello yourself, how you been?" Blaine smiled at Kurt's voice.

"Darren you were about thirty minutes ago, you know how I've been!" Kurt said, exasperated.

Wait, he thinks that I'm… "Kurt, sweetie. It's me, it's Blaine."

"Blaine!" Kurt squealed into the phone, his normally high-pitched voice going supersonic. "How are you calling me?"

"I went back through the mirror. I'm in Darren's apartment, using his phone," Blaine explained.

"Oh, it's so good to hear from you! I've missed you so much. I know I'm being silly, it's only been a few days, but…"

"No, it's not silly. I've missed you too," Blaine sat on the couch, glad the phone was wireless. "So how's the convention?"

Kurt sighed, "Well at first it was sort of a nightmare, but then his guy came to the door and said I'm his hero, well actually he said that Chris was his hero, but he mentioned my name too. Oh, and these people made a music video about us," he managed to say all this very quickly.

"You're my hero," Blaine said in a singsongy voice.

"That's the cheesiest line I've ever heard," Kurt laughed.

"Oh well, I tried!"

"So what's happened at home?" Kurt held the phone to his ear, sitting on the bed, "Was everyone okay after they unfroze?"

"I don't think anyone even noticed. They're all fine. Oh and guess who is playing Tony?"

"Me?"

"Of course!"

"I guess I need to get back so I can learn my part, huh?"

"Kurt," Blaine said gently, "you can't get back until we figure out how to switch you back with Chris. His and Darren's bodies can't seem to go through the mirror, like ours can."

"I've been thinking about that," Kurt twisted the fabric of the bed sheet around his finger. "What if the reason our bodies are the only ones that can go back and forth through the mirror is that the mirror was activated on our side?"

"Activated?" Blaine asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, you said you first saw Darren through the mirror when you propped the script against it, right?"

"Yeah. So wait, you're saying that if you were to 'activate' a mirror on that side with a script then people from that world could come through to ours?"

"Exactly!"

"Wait! How do we control which mirror it opens up to in our world?"

"Well, when it opened to this world it choose the mirror closest to Darren, probably because you were the one to activate the mirror. He's your counterpart."

"Got it, meet you in back in our reality in ten minutes?"

"Give me twenty," Kurt said excitedly, heading for the door, "I need to find a script."