Kurt's eyes snapped open at the bright light shining in on his face. He hadn't meant to fall asleep. Kurt reached over for Blaine and found the spot cold.

It wasn't an uncommon experience recently. With a new baby in the house, they were both exhausted and one of them ended up falling asleep in Tracey's room half the time.

Kurt stretched, blinking sleep out of his eyes as he sat up.

Only then did he realize something was off.

This wasn't his bedroom in their New York apartment.

He recognized it though.

All the color drained out of his face.

This was his room before his dad met Carole.

What was he doing here? And why was his stuff arranged like he lived here?

Kurt got out of bed to investigate and promptly fell on his face.

He was shorter.

Kurt got his bearings and rushed over to his mirror.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"I look like a toddler!" Kurt gasped out in shock as he ran his hands over his skin questioningly.

"Look at all this baby fat." He squeezed his cheek.

He walked calmly over to his closet, his mind racing.

Just what he'd thought.

His fashion finds of 2009.

This is just a dream. A nightmare.

There is no possible way that I am in 2009

My 15 year old self did not know how to dress to his body type.

The clothing I've tried on in the past half hour just doesn't fit the way it should. Still I know a few of these pieces are still in my collection so it must just be this body making me look frumpy.

And this body is not used to my trademark coif. I swear it took me five extra minutes to fix it correctly.

Still this will have to do because as this is clearly a nightmare, it is a school day.

Kurt should've known that he wouldn't be able to avoid the bullies in this dream world of his. He just hadn't expected the bullies to be the likes of Puckerman and Finn Hudson.

He didn't know how to feel about that.

Of course they would be, they were his bullies when he was 15. But the shock of seeing Finn, especially such a young Finn threw him off.

Enough that he didn't even have time to ask to take off his jacket before they threw him in a dumpster.

When he emerged, they'd gone. Off to class he assumed, as he heard the warning bell ring for the start of school.

The shock of seeing Finn hadn't worn off as he climbed out of the dumpster, gratefully that it was still morning and nothing horrible had been discarded there yet.

He walked to his first class, debating on whether he should just go up to Finn and hug him. On one hand this was a dream, so he was sure Finn would reciprocate the hug. On the other, this nightmare seemed to be true to life and a Finn at this age would be homophobic about it.

Notes:

1. Need a Blaine still
2. Follow deagedkurt please. Part of the story is lost here due to gifs not translating
3. Unless someone actually tells me they'd like it, I probably won't keep up with this here over the rp on tumblr