A/N Here's the next chapter. :D Hope you all like it.

I don't own Glee

Chapter Two

"Blaine honey, time to get up!" Blaine's mother called up the stairs and Blaine stirred, groaning a little at having to wake up. Shuffling out of bed and padding across to the bathroom whilst rubbing his eyes, Blaine turned his shower head on before starting to undress. Blaine, still blurry eyed and half asleep yawned whilst taking the top half of his pyjamas off. Glancing in the mirror Blaine stopped short. The person staring back was a half naked petite, curvaceous girl with long, dark brown, so dark it was almost black, curly hair down to the girls tiny waist. The girl was gaping in the same way that Blaine felt he was doing. Looking down in horror he saw two round, firm breasts where his own chest should be, and as his hands reached up to touch them he realised with a start that they were his breasts. That he was the girl in the mirror.

"What the..." Blaine gulped. How had this happened? Maybe he was still dreaming? That was it, he had to be dreaming. There was no way he could change into a girl overnight. That simply was not possible. Was it? Perhaps if he played this out he could wake up and everything would go back to normal. He really hoped so anyway. He got into the shower, grabbing the shower gel before he thought about the implications of what he was about to do.

"Ok, this is not real. I am not a girl. I am not a girl. Oh my God, I have girl parts..." Blaine felt a little nauseous as he washed himself. He had never seen a girl naked, let alone touched a girl, yet here he was as a girl. It was a living nightmare and one he wanted to wake from, the sooner, the better. He washed himself as quickly as possible and ran out to his room. Well, a semblance of his room anyhow. The walls were rose pink where they had once been green, white lacy curtains lay at his windows. He was living in a dolls house. It was unbearable. Trying to forget the hell that was now his room he decided that he really needed to get dressed.

Opening the wardrobe he gasped and recoiled. Everything in it was girly. It was teeming with skirts and dresses, many of which appeared to be pink and tops that looked so tiny he wasn't sure how he would even get them on.

"What the hell am I going to wear?" He mumbled as he rifled through the never ending clothes, spotting some jogging pants and pulled them out before setting about rifling through his chest of drawers. Hesitantly he held up a small pair of underwear, disgust evident on his face. "Jesus, do I own any underwear that isn't a piece of string?" Giving up in trying to find any semblance of decently sized underwear, he grabbed one of the pieces of string and tried to figure out how in the hell they went on.

A few minutes later he had managed to get the bottom half of his outfit on. "God this is uncomfortable, why do girls wear these things?" Blaine grumbled and then looked at the still open drawer daunted. What was he going to do about the top half? Picking out a bra gingerly he frowned as he looked at it. It looked like a feet of engineering to him. Seriously, how did girls get dressed every morning? He placed the cups over his ample bosoms and tried in vain to do it up.

"Oh for the love of..." Blaine ripped the still undone bra off and threw it down onto the ground in revolt. He was just going to have to go without.

"Sweetheart what's taking you so long? What are you wearing? You need to get dressed properly."

Blaine whipped around, automatically covering himself from his mother. She didn't at all seem dazed that he appeared to be a girl which gave Blaine all the more reason to think that this was one seriously fucked up nightmare. "Mum!" He shouted out, getting freaked out by the high tone that came out of his mouth. It felt strange and wrong to him. God how he wanted to wake up already!

"Come here." His mother tutted, picking up the bra and deftly placing it onto Blaine before going over to his wardrobe and picking out one of the pinkest outfits he had ever seen. The short pleated, plaid skirt in black and pink was so short he wasn't even sure it would cover his backside and he knew for a fact that the piece of string he was wearing wasn't. The platform sandals looked as though they might kill him if worn for more than two seconds let alone walking in them. What was his mother thinking? The white shirt with the pink sweater vest looked acceptable, but really? Was he really going to wear this? It was so... not him. "There we go, much better. You'll look lovely, my beautiful princess." His mother kissed him on the forehead and then sauntered over to the doorway. "Hurry up sweetie, and don't forget your make up bag. You forgot it yesterday and I didn't hear the end of it for not reminding you. Sam will be here to pick you up soon so you better get cracking." Blaine's jaw dropped. Make up bag? He was going to have to wear make up? He knew he was gay, but he didn't know that much about make up. How was he going to get through this? Please wake up now. Please. This is the worst nightmare I have ever endured. Closing his eyes he breathed slowly, hoping that when he opened them he would be back in his body, in his room. His proper room and not this fairytale nightmare with white lace and teddies everywhere. However when he opened them he was still standing in the middle of the room, his pink outfit waiting to be put on. Sighing he set about changing, but first he was going to find some better shoes...

Sam drummed his hands on the steering wheel of his truck as he waited for Blaine to come out of his house. They shared driving to school between them and it was Sam's week to drive. He hummed along to the tune on the radio, day dreaming and not paying any attention to Blaine's house at all when he heard the all too familiar squeak of his passenger door opening. Turning to greet his friend, his mouth dropped as he took in the small, brunette girl, with deep brown curls that were pulled back into a ponytail but still seemed endless and her small heart shaped face with large eyes framed by long, long lashes and a cute pink, cupids bow mouth. Pretty in pink wasn't good enough to describe this girl. His eyes roamed down to her ample bosoms and her lengthy legs despite her short stature. This girl was seriously hot. Is she a relative of Blaine or something? Are they all good looking?

"Dude, my eyes are up here." He saw the girl snap in his face with her slender fingers and look at him peeved, with a small scowl on her face.

"Uh yeah, where's Blaine? Are you like a cousin or something?"

The girls eyes went wide but a look of hope flitted across her features as they softened and she cocked her head to one side, the right side of her mouth pulling up into what Sam thought was the most adorable smile he had ever seen. "Wait, what did you just say Sammy?"

Stumped at her use of Blaine's pet name for him, his best friend and his mother being the only ones who used it, made him splutter a little as his words became a question. "Uh... Where's Blaine?" The girl grabbed his hands tightly as she drew nearer to him, looking up at him with a puppy dog expression that could rival Blaine's.

"Holy sh... Sam, it's me. I'm Blaine. This is a nightmare right? Please tell me this is some sort of nightmare? That this isn't really happening?"

Sam could feel his cheeks heating up. Was this girl really his best friend. He couldn't quite believe it, but Blaine would never lie to him. But then again, she might not actually be Blaine. "Um...I'm pretty sure I woke up this morning. Are you sure you're Blaine? Cause you know, you're kinda like an insanely hot chick and Blaine's well... I mean I guess you would say he's handsome, Tina definitely would, but he's definitely not a girl."

The girls trilling giggles as she pulled back into her seat made Sam's heart skip a beat. She was seriously cute. If this truly was Blaine, he was even hotter than Sam had imagined he would be as a girl. He didn't think he had ever seen such an attractive girl. Not this close in real life that was anyhow. "Yeah I know that Sam. You think I don't know that? Look, can you just drive please? This is already the worst day of my life, I don't want to be late for school and then get detention on top of it."

"Uh...ok." Sam started the engine, glancing sideways at the girl who called herself Blaine. For now he guessed he would play along. If she did something obviously Blaine like then he would know for sure one way or the other. He watched as she pulled out a bag full of make up, but looking at it as though they were implements of torture. "Blaine?"

"What?" Looking in the passenger seat mirror she started applying eyeshadow in an adept fashion. Clearly not Blaine then...

"Who's your favourite superhero?"Sam asked, proud that he had come up with the genius solution of interrogating this girl to find out the truth about her. That's it Sam, start off with the easy questions.

Sighing the girl replied, sounding bored. "Ironman Sam. Seriously that's the best question you could come up with? Look, I love Italian food, Katy Perry and I found the whole Tina fancying me thing hilarious although you're the only person who knows that. The rest of the time I pretend I'm a little peeved. That and the girl you lost your virginity to was called Candi and it was over in like two minutes cause you blew your load early. Which still makes me smile to this very day Sammy."

Sam almost careened off the road when Blaine told him that fact. No one else knew that. Not even Kurt. It had been their sworn secret. Blaine had sworn the brotherly oath on that one and there was no way he would have told anybody. Blaine just wouldn't do that. This girl was Blaine. And boy was he hot. Sam felt a little weird to be having such inappropriate thoughts about his best friend. "Um, what are you gonna do if this isn't a nightmare and you don't wake up from it? What if you're like a girl for the rest of your life. What are you going to do?"

"I don't even want to think of that as a possibility Sam." Blaine told him sternly, pouting as he applied his lip gloss. Oh God, those lips, they're so kissable... Eyes on the road Sam Evans. Fuck...

"Ok, well, I'm there for you, whatever you need." He told his friend, keeping his eyes strictly on the road. He was not going to look at Blaine again. Not till they were safely at a standstill. It was too dangerous not to. He wasn't sure Blaine was even aware of how incredibly attractive he was right now. Or was that she now...

"...Thanks Sammy, I really appreciate that." Sam gulped as he felt her small hand squeeze his arm in a friend like gesture. This was going to be hard. Very hard, especially if his nether regions where reacting to Blaine the way they were right now...

Blaine sighed audibly as he hopped out of Sam's truck. Everything was bigger and so more difficult. He was now ridiculously tiny. In fact, he was probably smaller than Rachel and he was wearing ballet flats. He sorely wished he had gone with the platforms that his mother had laid out for him. Sam looked huge, Blaine was literally up to his chest in height. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing. Sam's chest was very nice. But he hated being short. Why am I being punished? Isn't it bad enough that I'm a girl now and everyone apart from Sam seems to think this is normal? Sam shuffled his goodbyes, not looking him directly in the eyes before bumbling off and Blaine sighed once again and rolled his eyes. Great, now Sam is going to act weird with me because I'm a girl. He's never going to talk to me properly again. The lump in his throat got bigger as he watched his friend fleeing his presence. Sam was the only person in the world right now that understood and yet he didn't want any part of him now. It hurt more than Blaine could bare. He had lost his best friend.

"Blaine, hey. You look cute today. Is that a new skirt? No heels?" Turning he saw Tina wave and scoop him up in a tight hug. Tina was now taller than him. Great, just great...

"Um, thanks Tina?" He bit his bottom lip to stop it from quivering, giving his friend a watery smile and they looped arms and headed towards the entrance to school. Obviously to Tina, this was perfectly normal. He was meant to be a girl. Why was it that only Sam seemed to think that this was wrong? Blaine couldn't say but there was absolutely no point in confiding all this to Tina. She wouldn't get it. She would just think he had gone mad.

"You ok? You don't seem yourself today." His friend inquired, looking at him with grave concern in her eyes. They mounted the steps and ambled through the scattered crowds towards their lockers.

"I uh.. I think I may be coming down with something. Does my make up look ok?" Touching his face and looking worried that he had made himself look like Frankenstein's monster, he turned to face Tina to get the criticism he was waiting for. It never came.

"Yeah, of course. You're the expert when it comes to make up Blainey Days."

"I am?" Looking across at her in incredulity he stopped once they had gotten to his locker, which he deftly opened and sorted all his things out with efficiency, taking the folder and textbook he needed for his first class, which was thankfully with Tina. At least he could rely on her to be herself no matter what. God how I love you Miss Tina Cohen Chang. Don't ever change.

"Stop it! God you're so silly sometimes!" Giggling, Tina's normalcy was exactly what Blaine needed. Putting his mind at ease, if only a little, Blaine allowed himself to smile for the first time that day. "Oh my God... Blaine, don't look now but Jake and Ryder are coming over."

Tina poked him to make him look up at the two sophomores. Shaking his head at the girl and her slightly scandalised looking expression, he looked at her quizzically. "So?"

"They're coming over to see you, duh. God you really are out of it today, aren't you?" Giggling again, Tina practically pushed him forwards into the two now monstrously tall boys. Well at least now I know what midgets feel like....

"Hey Blaine, you look good today. Good enough to eat." Jake stated in an almost leering fashion, giving Blaine the once over as he leaned on the lockers beside his own. For some reason it made Blaine feel a little uncomfortable having Jake looking at him this way, and somewhat frightened by what he might do. He had never felt this way before. But then Jake had never paid him much attention before. He shuffled further from the boy and closer to Tina's ever comforting presence.

"Yeah, really pretty. I like you in pink, it really suits you." Ryder smiled as he paid Blaine a compliment, which Blaine gave a halfhearted smile in reply to. Well, at least Ryder's eyes are on my face and not my breasts like Jake's are.

"Um..." Blaine started but was stopped short by Jake's confident grin.

"So, how bout you and me go out to Breadstix tonight? You in that tiny little black number I know you have and we'll go from there." Blaine felt his jaw drop at Jake's words. How in the hell could Marley like this guy? He was a creep! Blaine didn't want anything to do with him in a group, let alone alone. He dreaded to think about what was going on in that boys head. He gripped his folder tightly to his chest as a shield in preparation for whatever the boy tried next. He had never felt so vulnerable.

"Wh-"

"Hey dudes, what's going on?" Relief flooded into Blaine as Sam sidled up to the group. He wanted to hug him. Kiss him. Anything to get him away from this situation he found himself in.

"Hey Sam, great timing. I need to pick your brains about an assignment. Bye guys." Taking Sam's arm firmly in his grasp, he pulled the tall guy along with him, who looked shocked to find he was being dragged by a midget almost half his size in height and weight. But Blaine could be determined when he wanted to be.

"Ok, that was weird. And creepy. Or is that just me?" Blaine asked lowly as they rapidly walked towards the choir room to get away from everyone.

"Dude, what was that even about anyway?"

Swirling round to face Sam having reached the choir room, tears of frustration and anger in his eyes Blaine threw his hands up into the air in exasperation. "Sam I... everyone seems to think I'm a girl. No one thinks that this is weird or out of place at all. What am I going to do? I can't be a girl! I don't know how, and more importantly I don't want to!"

"Well, it looks like you don't have much of a choice right now." Sam told him, shrugging, his eyes roaming over his body. Jeez, even Sam is doing it.

"Eyes up here Sam." Circling his face till Sam, a dopey expression covering his whole face, looked into his eyes. Blaine had to bite his tongue from saying anything that he might regret later. Sam was all he seemed to have right now. "Jake and Ryder were hitting on me Sam! Hitting on me!"

"Yeah well you're super hot, what do you expect?" Blaine stopped short. Was he truly that attractive to these boys, or were they all just super horny? Blaine could not tell one way or the other. He had never been a girl, and he wasn't attracted to any so he wasn't the best judge of his 'hotness' as Sam called it. He was beginning to wish he were a troll however by the way they were all looking at him, clearly with only one thing on their minds. He was a healthy guy sure, and he thought about sex, but not as much as everyone else seemed to around here. What am I going to do? I can't talk to anyone. Not even Sam. He's too busy looking at these stupid things on my chest.

"Jesus..." Pinching the end of his nose and closing his eyes he wished that this day would just end already and that he would wake up. It was too much. He wanted to wake up and it all be over.

"I'm not sure he can help you dude. Sorry."

"Great, just great..." Blaine spat out. Being a girl was not fun. Not fun at all...