"I don't know where I would be without him, or glee."

My words kept replaying themselves in my head, almost becoming torturous.

"Without him...or glee."

"...Or glee."

"Without glee."

The words continued to taunt me, so much that I couldn't bare it. And then, there was this sound.

An horrendous, dreary sound that I cannot describe. As if a tiger was running its claws off a chalk board, only at super speed. Over and over again.

It was all in all strange. It felt like it would last a lifetime, sounding like it did. On the other hand, it was so dreadful as to come across as short, so short that it was almost never there. This factor made the noise even worse.

Then, it happened again. The same sound, at least it seemed to have been ten times louder. Only this time, it wasn't just a sound. It was a word. The noise was so high, that the word was nearly impossible to figure out, but not to me. Not when it was a word you hear on a daily basis.

Glee. It was saying Glee.

I shot straight up, into a sitting position. Beads of sweat were pouring down my face, and the sheets were sticky and thrown all over my bed.

Calm down, Kurt. It was only a dream.

I would have almost calmed myself, if I didn't realize I wasn't in my hospital bed.

I was in a large, white bed, surrounded by decorative furniture that only one Kurt Hummel could have chosen. I was wearing baby blue silk pajamas, and my hair was obviously a mess from sweating.

As my breathing slowed, I realized it was very quiet. Too quiet. New York was never this quiet, not even where I lived. There were always cars, bikes, or people rushing down the streets early in the morning. Then I realized.

I'm not in New York. I'm in my old room.

I jumped out of the bed and walked into my old bathroom. I wanted to know how on earth I got here, but that could wait. I couldn't stand the feeling of sweat dripping down my pores. I needed to get ready first.

I took a quick shower, and then went through my moisturizing routine. I then walked toward my closet, hoping there would be some clothes here that didn't travel with me to New York. I didn't expect to see what I saw.

There, sorted neatly by color, brand, and cost, were all of my clothes. I was taken in awe; everything was here! And by everything, I mean everything. Even clothes that I swore I had thrown out...

I happily got dressed into a white undershirt, grey skinny jeans with a matching vest, and short, darker grey boots. As I began to comb through my hair, I realized that my highlights were already disappearing.

Weird. I thought I just got these.

I shook my head and turned to grab my phone from my dresser. I unlocked it and checked my messages, seeing that my inbox was blank.

Hmm. I figured that Blaine would've texted me by now, seeing as I was just in the hospital but hours ago. I decided to text him. I scrolled down my contacts, shocked at what I saw.

Nearly all my contacts were gone. Apart from my dad, Uncle Charlie, and a few cousins, my contacts were totally bare. How did my phone delete almost all of my contacts!?

Frustrated, I ran out of my room and up the stairs, finding myself breathing in a repulsing, smoky smell.

Dad.

I ran to the kitchen, not surprised to see my dad leaning over the smoking stove, trying to wave away the smoke, while the smoke detector went crazy. Grabbing a towl, I ran towards him, trying to stop the smoke from rising any further.

"Dad! How many times do I have to tell you not to cook! Let me or Carol do it!" I put my free hand on his back as he looked up at me.

"Sorry, Kurt. You always wake up so late and it's hard to...wait a minute, who's Carol?" His face was blank and questioning. He looked dead serious.

"Um, Dad? Are you okay? Maybe all of that smoke went to your head; come sit down." I brought him to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair for him.

"Am I okay? The question should be if you're okay, Kurt. Who the hell is Carol?"

Why on earth was he pulling this on me? After all that's happened this week, the last thing I need is some stupid joke played on me, especially by my dad.

"C'mon, Dad. Stop kidding around. Carol is your wife, and you very well know that. Now what were you trying to make here? It looks like pancakes. I could probably make some more if you had any more flour..."

"My wife?! What the hell are you on about, Kurt? I'm not married." He turned me around and stared intensely, looking extremely worried.

"Dad, what do you mean? Of course you're married. Where is-"

I was interrupted by the sound of my dad's phone ringing. He sighed, and began to walk into the other room.

"Stop kidding around, Kurt. You better toast yourself a bagel or something, or else you're gonna be late for school." he shouted back at me, completely leaving the room to answer his call.

Wait, did he just say I would be late for school?

Something very strange was going on. All of my contacts were gone, all my clothes were here, Dad didn't know who Carol was, and now I'm apparently going to school. Not to mention that other than my dad talking on the phone, the house was completely silent. What was happening?

I took my gaze off of the tile floor for a moment, looking around the kitchen, when suddenly, something caught my eye. I shot out of my chair and walked over the calender, examining the date.

December 2nd, 2011

My mouth fell agape, as I was left in awe. 2011?! It was 2013, 2011 was two years ago. How on earth had I managed to travel back in time?

Wait, this can't be right. I had just been in the hospital. I was shot in the head. This has to be an hallucination. The anestheia must be making me woosy. If I shut my eyes, none of this will be here when I open them.

I closed my eyelids and counted to three. As I opened my eyes, my sight revealed the same sight of my old kitchen. The calendar still read 2011.

I'm not dreaming.

I had somehowactually ended up in the past. However, that doesn't explain why dad didn't remember his own wife, or why my contacts were missing.

All of this information hurt my head. I needed to talk to Blaine. Maybe he had an answer to all of this. I began to unlock my phone, when I remembered that Blaine's number was no longer saved. Looks like I'll just have to go to school to see him.

I reached across the kitchen counter, grabbing a fruit bar before heading to the door. As expected, my book bag was there waiting for me, packed and ready to go. I had always prepared for school the night before, this way I could sleep in a little longer.

I fished around the bag's pockets to find the keys to my car. I shoved them into the ignition and began driving to my old high school.

As I pulled into the parking lot, memories flashed though my head. I remembered the time I had pretended to like Rachel to hide the fact I was gay from my now best friend, Mercedes. She had been so upset, she busted out my car's windshield.

I drove up to an empty spot near the dumpster. This wasn't just any dumpster, this was the dumpster that I had been thrown into on multiple occasions, usually by Noah. That is, until Finn joined glee club. Once it was sort-of cool to be different, the number of people being thrown into dumpsters disintegrated.

I laughed at the memories. It seemed like the smallest things made the most memorable moments.

Parking my car, I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door, making sure to lock it. As I passed by the dumpster, I saw an old memory come back to life. Only this time, it wasn't a good memory, it was in fact a rather horrible one.

There was a long line of boys, particularly nerds, lined up to the dumpster. David Karorfsky and a couple of his friends were gathered around them, picking them up one by one and throwing them into the bin. I sighed, and shook the bad memory out of my head.

Only, the memory didn't leave. David and his barbarians he called friends were actually throwing those kids in the dumpster. I was shocked; most dumpster-diving incidents had stopped after we won at Nationals.

Oh, right. It's 2011. We haven't won Nationals yet.

Realizing there was a chance I could end up also being thrown into the dumpster, I quickly fled the scene. It made me feel like such a coward, just leaving those poor kids like that, but I needed to know what the hell was going on before I did much else.

I burst through the doors of McKinley High, in search of my fiance. Of coarse, he wasn't my fiance just yet. It would be another two years before he popped the question. It should would be strange, not being engaged to him.

As I stammered through to crowed hallways, I found no trace of Blaine. Where could he possibly be? I had already checked the choir room, his locker, my locker, even our homeroom. What if something happened?

Oof.

I stumbled back from the impact of bumping into someone. Adjusting my eyes, I looked up to see a face I'd never thought I'd see again.

"Finn?"