KURT'S POV

"We did what?!" Kurt shouted.

A few of his favorite girls from New Directions were hanging out at Kurt's house, filling him in on the details of the past few months. He'd been reading at the kitchen table, seeing what his brain had stocked up (one of his more well-read issues of Vogue, the one that talked all about scarves) when the doorbell rang. Upon answering it, Kurt discovered four pajama-and-pillow clad girls and their excuse that, hey, he didn't remember the past few months and some crazy shit happened and he needed to know.

"Yeah. At Sectionals, we did 'Born This Way,' and you even got a solo. How could you forget something like that?" Brittany said from her seat lying across Kurt's lap as he petted her hair back.

"I had a solo?" Kurt smiled.

"You sure did," Rachel grumbled.

"And it was fantastic. We even had these amazing T-shirts that showed a part of ourselves that we were born with and sometimes get bullied for but wouldn't change in spite of everything," Mercedes told him.

"What did they say?"

"Well, yours said, 'LIKES BOYS,' -I was super proud of you for that, by the way- and mine said, 'NO WEAVE.'"

"Hm." He fingered some her hair. "I like your hair as is."

"Aw, thank you, boo."

"Oh," smirked Santana, "we almost forgot something. A very hot, edible something."

"Chocolate fondue?" Brittany quirled.

Kurt looked at her, suspicious. "What? Ah-no-I believe it is a who?"

Rachel, too, grinned devilishly. "How could we forget him?" Kurt cast his glance among all the girls, and he waited for them to spill the beans.

"Oh, yes, he was a fine piece of man."

"I really want to say wanky right now, but it would be too out of context," Santana murmured numbly. "But you just said it, didn't you?" Brittany mumbled back.

"Are you going to tell me what this apparently important new detail is or am I just going to have to figure it out?" he finally shouted.

Brittany giggled and opened her mouth to speak, but Santana slapped her hand over Britt's mouth.

"I think we can have a little fun with this first, Britt."

"Alright, just don't wait too long, or else Benny'll get sad. He told me that he would be sad without his dolphin, and then he said that Kurt was his dolphin."

Kurt cocked an eyebrow, excited and intrigued, and lunged at the new information. "Who's Benny?"

Mercedes opened her mouth to speak, but was cutoff by a chiming of "Rainbow Connection."

All the girls looked at Kurt, smiling, and he just looked right back. Mercedes sighed. "Aren't you gonna answer, white boy?"

"Oh! That's my phone!"

The part of Kurt that remembered he was in a dream was saddened by the fact that his ringtone wasn't "Teenage Dream" anymore. Just how much was different here? What did that mean about him and Blaine? But would that matter, since this was a dream?

He picked up his phone and saw that the person calling him was, in fact, a one Benjamin Courinin. Kurt put it on speaker so the girls could help him out with the boy that had supposedly been locked in the foggy recesses of his mind and set it in the center of their circle.

"Hello?" he answered shyly.

"Kurt, hey! Are we still on for tomorrow?" There was something sunshine-y about the young man's voice, like he was just so happy to be speaking Kurt, and was there a puppy he could hug, because he just felt like the world was beautiful when he was with Kurt, and he should totally be hugging a puppy.

Startled and blanking, he looked to Mercedes for help. She just smiled and said, "Hey, Benny!"

"Oh, hey, Mercedes! Is Kurt there?"

"I got some bad news, Benji boy."

"What is it? Is he okay? Do you need me to come over?" His sunshine-y voice was replaced by a panicked tone.

"No, no he's... Okay, sort of," Rachel said, "Kurt took a tumble down the stairs at McKinley."

"Oh, my God, is he alright?!"

"Now he is, but he was unconscious for a few hours and he lost some blood. He can't remember the past few months."

There was some rustling and quick shuffling before he said, "I'm coming over; I'll see ya in a few."

The call ended, and Kurt marveled at how complex his subconscious was making this dream. It really was a completely different world, another place in its entirety.

Moments after the call ended, the girls all turned to look at him, smug and expectant smiles on their faces. He stared back.

But then he gave in. "Okay, fine. Who was that?" He held up his hand when Brittany grinned stupidly, opening her mouth, and he said, "And don't say Benjamin; I got that."

"He's your dolphin buddy," Brittany grinned.

Kurt's eyes widened. "What?" By Brittany's logic...that meant...

"You two are practically dating," Mercedes gossiped, as if she were telling them that all the teachers had weekly orgies on Saturdays.

"What about Blaine?" he let slip from the fog.

"Who's Blaine? Is he a dolphin, too?" Brittany said, astonished.

"You haven't told us about this Blaine fellow. Who's he? I sense drama!" Mercedes said, voice going up on the last word.

Kurt stared. In this world, not only had he stayed at McKinley, he hadn't met Blaine. He... He hadn't met Blaine.

"Oh. I... I guess he wasn't... wasn't real," Kurt carefully breathed through his lie, "He must have been part of this... Crazy-" Deep breath. "dream,I had."

The doorbell chimed from down below.

"Woo-ooh! That must be Benny! Yay, let's go see him!" Brittany said, bouncing out of Kurt's lap and clapping her hands.

Kurt eyed the exiting girls warily. What awaited him downstairs?

"Who is this guy! Is he cute?!" he covered.

Santana stopped in the doorway, hand on the white frame, and turned to look weirdly at Kurt.

She winked at him and said, "He's a bit wanky."

I don't even know... Give me feedback, good and bad.

And yes, "quirled" is a word I made up. :)

Quirl- verb- to question cynically

-Nightlight

P.S. I'm thinking about changing my name to Nova Rains. You like?