A/N: It took me quite a long time to write this chapter. I couldn't figure out some transitions, but once I really started writing, it all came out at once. I hope this makes sense, yet confuses you at the same time:)

"Finn?" I asked with disbelief. I was face to face with my dead stepbrother, somewhere I'd never thought I would be again.

"Erm, hi..." he responded, sounding a bit jumpy.

"I just can't believe you're here. Finn I-" I couldn't help myself. I pulled Finn into a tight hug and buried my face in his chest.

It had only been a few months since Finn was gone, but it felt like so much longer. I had never appreciated how much I loved my tall, giant of a brother, or how much he meant to me, for that matter.

I've always had a thing about smelling people. After my mom died, I would just lay in her room, inhaling her scent and imagining that she was still there. I had even made a Christmas ornament with one of her old perfume bottles.

When Finn had died, I did similar things. Before giving it to Santana, I had often snuggled in Finn's old jacket, despite it being twice my size. If I really miss him, sometimes I'll sneak into Santana's room and steal the jacket for a day. I'm pretty sure she knows, but she never says anything, and for that I'm grateful.

Now, the old jacket was being worn by the living, breathing Finn Hudson. I could feel the velvety felt draped over his warm skin. I could inhale his scent again, which smelt like a mix of cologne, sweat, and strangely, grilled cheese sandwiches. Nevertheless, I embraced his smell, and all the memories that came with it.

"Hey fag! What the hell do you think you're doing!" a voice shouted from behind. I broke the hug and turned to a very angry-looking Noah Puckerman.

"Hey, Noah. I-"

"Shut it, faggot. Keep your little girl hands off my man Finn, or I'll beat your ass." Noah shoved me into a set of lockers, leaving me stunned. He began to walk away, with a jittered Finn trailing behind.

"Wait! Finn!" I tried to follow them, but I stopped as a sharp pain flourished across my back.

"Look, I'm sorry," Finn said, giving me an apologetic look before jogging off the catch up with his friend.

I was frozen in awe, as well as pain. Finn seemed so confused as to why I had hugged him, and on top of all that, Noah had just verbally and physically abused me! This was by far the strangest thing that has happened today.

My hand reached behind me, locating my fresh injury. As soon as my fingers came in contact with it, a new shot of pain came through my whole back, and I quickly retreated my hand. I looked down at my hand, noticing the slightest trace of blood.

Sighing, I made my way to the nurse's office. The way to the nurse's office was all too familiar. I had been sent there multiple times during my junior year, from situations quite like this one. Noah, however, had never been the cause.

"What can I do for you, Kurt?" Nancy, the school nurse, asked. She was one of the oldest employees at McKinley, being at least in her sixties. She was in a very good working condition for her age, despite being tripped down the stairs by Coach Sylvester. She had to have surgery for her broken hip, but she ended up alright.

"I had a little..accident." I turned around to show her my bloody shirt.

"Oh my, Kurt! How did you do this?" She rushed over to the sink get some paper towels. I felt the blood rush up to my cheeks. I hadn't thought of an excuse yet. Surely, I wasn't going to tattle on Noah, despite his strange behavior.

"Oh, I...took a fall down some stairs."

Well that was the worst lie ever. To my luck, two other students came into the office, one with a black eye. Nancy's attention was quickly turned to them, and then back to me.

"Okay, son. Let's get you bandaged. It only looks like a minor wound, I think you'll be okay." She handed me some gauze and a couple big band-aids, and moved on to help the other student.

I sighed, realizing that I probably won't get anymore help and would have to deal with this myself. My shirt was soiled; it was a good thing I always keep a change of clothes in my locker.

I walked down the hall to my locker, which was luckily not far away for the nurse's office. I spun through my combination, grabbed the change of clothes, and headed to the restroom.

I took a peek around the corner first, making sure no one was inside. In my favor once again, there was no one. I let go of the breath I didn't realize I was holding and walked up to a mirror, beginning to take off my shirt.

The gash wasn't as large as it was deep. It appeared that I had caught onto one of the metal locks when Noah had pushed me. I began unwrapping the gauze from the roll, and wrapping it around myself.

Once my wound was tended to, and my clothes were back on, I leaned against the sink, starring at my own reflection.

This isn't real. How can it be real?

My eyes were bloodshot, and if I hadn't looked bad enough already, my once perfectly styled quiff was in ruins.

I sighed, refusing to care. This day was so fucked up; it wasn't like properly-done hair would help any.

Ding.

The warning bell sounded, signaling that class was about to start. I hurriedly picked up the set of bloody clothes and stuffed them in my backpack. As I quickly paced out of the bathroom, my eyes met with a very familiar sight; only the unforgettable sweater/short-skirt combination of Rachel Berry.

"Hey Rachel!" I called, causing her to turn around. Her face was stained with tears, and her eyes looked similar to mine.

"Rachel, what happened?" I asked, jogging to catch up with her.

"What do you care? You have enough to deal with, why would you care about me?"

She seemed defeated, and the Rachel Berry I knew was never defeated. Something was wrong, yet again.

"Rachel, we may fight and argue sometimes, but I'll always care about you. We're family, after all."

She threw me a confused look. "Kurt, what are you talking about? In fact, why are you talking to me? No one ever talks to me."

She had to be kidding, but the look on her face told me otherwise.

"What are you talking about? Everyone in glee club talks to you, even on your most annoying days."

"Glee club? What glee club?"

Ding.

The final bell sounded, signaling class had begun. Rachel's eyes cast open in alarm, and she began quickly down the hallway toward her class.

"Look Kurt, I need to go. I have a perfect attendance record, which is now broken, thanks to you."

"Rachel wait!" I yelled, but she was already to far gone to hear me.

Was the world mad, or was I? Nothing seemed to be right. Why the hell was there no glee club? What on earth was going on?

I started running, no, sprinting towards the school guidance office, not knowing what else to do. I needed to talk to someone, and if that person was Miss Pillsbury, so be it.

I burst through her door, slamming it behind me, which most likely scared the living crap out of Miss Pillsbury.

"Kurt! Oh my, you scared me!" she exclaimed, her hand grabbing her chest. "What bring you here today?"

"I, erm, just really need to talk to someone," I said honestly.

"Take a seat," she motioned toward one of two empty, blue chairs, in which I immediately sat in.

"So," She started, a questioning look appearing on her face. "What did you want to talk about?"

Miss Pillsbury was a great person. She was sweet, innocent and kind, and honestly quite pretty. But aside from that, she didn't exactly make the best guidance counselor. However, she was a very trustworthy person, and that is why I began spilling all of the crazy details of my morning, from waking up in my old bed, from being shoved by Noah.

"Um, wow Kurt. That sounds like a very strange morning! You must of had quite the dream!" she laughed, where as I became confused.

"Dream? What are you talking about?"

"Well, Kurt, you can't just simply travel back in time. Therefor, you must have dreamt about the future."

For a moment, I was convinced she was right. With everything that had happened today, it would be easy to assume that I had dreamt it all.

But I knew it wasn't a dream. I could still feel Blaine's lips on mine. I could remember in detail the apartment that Rachel and I shared. I could still see the images of everyone in the choir room, planning our set list for the regionals competition, which we would later win and move on to nationals. Plus, the time span along all of these events was years apart. There was no way this could all be a dream.

"Miss Pillsbury, it wasn't a dream. I'm positive it wasn't a dream."

Miss Pillsbury eyed my every movement, thinking of her response.

"Okay, Kurt. If you want to believe that all of those things happened, go right ahead. But that doesn't explain what you think happened to that 'glee club' thing that Mr. Schuster set up a couple years ago."

I shook my head. "Like I said, no one seems to remember glee club, not even Rachel Berry. Rachel was the star of that club, everyone knew that, whether they were willing to admit it or not. How could she not remember something so extraordinary in her life?"

Miss Pillsbury sighed. "I don't mean to be a buzzkill, Kurt, but I don't think that club was such an extraordinary part of anyone's life."

I couldn't believe what I had just heard! Glee club was one of the most influential parts of both my and my peers' lives.

"That club meant the world to us! Without it, Quinn would have never made through her pregnancy, and Tina would have kept her stutter. For you to say something like that, you out of all people, is quite insulting." I yelled harshly. Miss Pillsbury didn't seem mad at me for raising my voice, but worried.

"Kurt, what on earth are you on about? That club didn't even last a year, let alone throughout Quinn's pregnancy."

"A-a year?! Glee club has been around so much longer than a year!" I argued, my eyes growing teary and my lip quivering.

"Sweetie," She grabbed both of my hands in hers. "Don't you remember? When Mr. Schuster couldn't get any of the popular kids to sign up, glee club didn't stand a chance."

Before I could control myself, I broke free of Miss Pillsbury's grasp, storming out of the room before she could say a word. I was done. So very, very done.

I was done hearing my friends talk as if we were strangers. I was done hearing that my whole life was just some bitter dream. I was done hearing that there was no glee club. I was done hearing all of these lies.

I ran down the empty hallways of McKinley, tears rushing down my face. Or so I thought the halls were empty.

"Hey lady! Whatcha crying about? Did One Direction break-up or something?"

David Karofsky received a high-five from one of his friends, who were no-doubt all skipping class. They were all standing outside of the boys' locker room, texting on their phones.

"Not now, Karofsky." I silently pleaded. My plea must have been louder than expected, because he had surely heard what I'd said.

"Aw, does lady-boy have a problem?" He baby-talked to me, making me even more infuriated.

"It's none of your business, Karofsky. Why don't you just get back to watching stupid cat videos with the rest of your barbaric friends."

I instantly regretted this moment to pick a fight. I may have won a year ago in the locker room, but that surely wouldn't happen with all of his friends around.

"You messin' with me, Hummel?" He came away from the wall, walking towards me with a defensive look. "I know that you don't need a repeat of what happened last time."

"What? You kissing me? No, I really don't want to remember your sausage lips on mine, thank you."

Holy shit. What did I just say?

Before I knew it, I was pinned against a locker, Karofsky looming over me.

"What did you just say, fag?"

"That you kissed me."

I really needed to get a handle on my temper.

I could see Karofsky's friends gathering around us, some cracking their fists, as if they were ready to start a fight.

Ow!

Before I could see anything, my cheek went numb, and I could almost feel the blood pouring down my face.

"I have never, ever, kissed you Hummel, although it seems you clearly want me to."

I stared straight into Karofsky's eyes, but I couldn't find a single trace of fibbing, which was unbelievable, seeing as Karofsky is a horrible liar. It was then I realized.

He wasn't lying.

The crowd of boys started to close in on me, making the air denser. The smell of sweat and unwashed socks made its way through my nostrils, making it harder and harder to breathe.

"You should have kept that little fantasy to yourself, Hummel," Karofsky said as he cracked his knuckles.

I couldn't help but think the same thing before a new sensation of pain rippled throughout my body.