Chapter 2: The Border Begins To Blur

The day awoke bright and warm, as if in complete denial of the fierceness of the night's storm. Only the soggy, beaten grass and a few broken branches were left behind to tell the story. Still, with the birds chirping happily and the gentle, fragrant breeze it was almost hard to imagine the world being anything but peaceful.

Breakfast was on the table, but Kurt was merely pushing the food around his plate with a fork rather than eating. He hadn't slept well after the strange dream. Every time he would close his eyes the same brief image of the thing in the window was flash in his mind, yet just as it had been the first time - he never could quite remember what it was he had seen. All he knew was that it seemed familiar somehow.

"You sure are quiet this morning, Kurt," Jean said.

Kurt looked up from his plate. Jean was smiling, but he could see the concern in her eyes, and the others had turned to look at him as well. It made him nervous, but he gave his best impression of a warm smile and laughed slightly. "I guess I'm a little tired," he announced, as if revealing a great secret.

"Didn't you sleep well?" she asked.

"No," he admitted, "the storm voke me." It wasn't exactly a lie, he tried to convince himself.

"You too?" Kitty inquired, "I didn't even think it like was supposed to rain last night."

"It wasn't in the forecast," Scott clarified.

As the others began to talk about the weather, Kurt that the others would forget about him for awhile. However, he noticed Jean glancing quickly at the Professor who nodded slightly. He was fairly sure that nod was about him somehow.

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Being half-asleep only made Kurt's day at school seem longer. Yet, it did give him time to reflect on the situation. To his knowledge, he had only teleported in his sleep one other night. It was right after he had first learned he could teleport. He had gotten sick and was running a fairly high fever. That night, while struggling with fever-induced dreams, he had awoke three times to find himself somewhere else in the house. Yet, after his fever broke, it stopped happening. Later, he had even found is sort of amusing and referred to it as sleep 'porting.

So, maybe he had been running a slight fever or something last night. He had only done it one time and he hadn't gone any farther than the window of his own room. All and all, he was probably making too much of it. Still, he knew what was bothering wasn't the sleep 'porting but rather the dream itself.

At least his late night trouble didn't seem to be affecting his grades. Every paper and test he seemed to have gotten back today was an A. He was usually a good student, but it seemed like he was doing exceptionally well lately.

As he got back a geometry test with a red 97 at the top, he was inwardly overjoyed. He hadn't done so well on one of the earlier tests, but he had been steadily making up for it. He looked up at the teacher with a large smile.

"Have I raised my grade up to an A, yet?" he asked, "Or do I still have a B?"

She seemed surprised. "An A? You did well on the test and I'm happy for you, but you still have a lot of catching up to do, especially since you were absent all those days."

"Vhat?!?" he cried, "But I've been here every day!"

"You were absent for two weeks," she contradicted, "I thought you might have transferred until you showed up yesterday to take the test. I even asked your friends about you and they didn't even know."

"But, but," he stuttered helplessly. He couldn't have been absent. He remembered coming to class every day. What was going on here?

"You don't look well," the teacher said, "Are you feeling okay?"

"I have to get out of here," he mumbled as he stood up and headed for the door.

"Wait! You don't have a pass!" she cried after him, but he didn't pause.

There was no one in the hallway, so he teleported to the bathrooms. He shoved the door open and stepped inside and found he was completely alone. He walked over to one of the sinks and stood for a moment staring at his reflection in the mirror. Nothing made sense anymore. He felt like he was losing his mind. Looking away from his reflection, he turned on the cold water and stuck his hands in the icy flow.

Kurt awoke to find himself standing in the bathroom just down the hall from his own bedroom, his hands still in the cold running water. Quickly turning off the water, he dried his hands on a nearby towel as he tried to figure out what had happened. He must have been sleep 'porting again, but that dream was so real. Hadn't he really gotten a 97 on his geometry test today? He thought so, but he was no longer sure. What if he had dreamed the entire day?

A soft noise in the hallway caught his attention, and distracted him from his current problem. Was this real or was this all just part of another dream?

And so ends chapter 2. I told this part was weird, but things will start making sense soon. Trust me. Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed my story so far. I really appreciate it!