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[feelslikegaga]

Characters: Kurt Hummel and YOU!
When: Dreamscape week
Where: The fabulous mind of Kurt
Rating: PG-PG13? Probably not R, but I'll note if something happens
Summary: Lets just say Kurt's mind... is an interesting, interesting place.

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CHILDHOOD.

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This is the first door on the left, and is the only one with a table outside of it, neatly stacked with cupcakes. Take one, and you'll be greeted with a young Kurt ushering you to a table for a tea party.

If you pass on the cupcake? You'll be greeted by a beautiful woman, who will merely take you by the hand and lead you forward to a somber gathering: the funeral of Kurt's mother.

But, you never know. Ask the right questions at the tea party, and Kurt's mother might show up to escort you to the funeral as well.

I WILL START HERE

[serenadesdragon]

Well...this door was certainly interesting.

It wasn't long after he caught sight of the table filled with colorfully decorated cupcakes. The cakes did look delicious and he hadn't eaten in a while, so Blaine decided that it wouldn't do any harm if he snagged one.

And for a dream cupcake, it was awfully delicious.

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"You came!"

Was the first thing that Blaine would hear after he stepped through the door. Its a young voice, high pitched and full of excitement. Soon after that little squeal of happiness, a little boy was running full-tilt at Blaine, skidding to a stop and taking his hand in both of his, tugging on it in order to lead him towards the table.

"You're late! The tea is getting cold, and I've been waiting forever!" and, with a flourish only Kurt could pull off, even when so tiny and young, he's pulling out Blaine's chair, stepping back, and pointing at it, unable to fully mask his grin. "Did you like the cupcakes? Mom'n I made 'em."

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Now this...was not something Blaine was expecting. There was no doubt in his mind who exactly this was. While it was obvious he was years younger, Kurt still looked like Kurt, even when he was this age.

"Of course I came," Blaine said, trying to make it seem like he didn't know what was going on or whose dream he was in. "I sorry that I'm late, there was some...traffic on the way, but I'm here now. And the cupcake was delicious, I love it. Compliments to the chef."

NEW DIRECTIONS YEAR ONE

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As soon as you walk through this door, you'll be greeted not by a person of any kind. Instead, you'll find yourself assaulted by a slew of images. You'll find yourself singing Mr. Celophane alongside Kurt, learning a Beyoncé dance with the football team, confessing to your father that you are, in fact, gay.

For the duration of your stay in this room, you'll find yourself looking through the eyes of either Kurt or a member of New Directions or those around him, watching, feeling, and experiencing his life during this year.

Because this is wrong in so many ways

[saintedsinner]

What the hell is this shit? Ed's singing, dancing and generally having a decent time. Inside, he's a bit horrified that he's able to do this and is almost enjoying himself.

No one should ever know what's going on.

Its okay, Ed. AT LEAST NOW YOU CAN BE FABULOUS!

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The first thing Ed will realize, is that... he's wearing a leotard. A body hugging, skin-tight, sparkling, leaves nothing to the imagination leotard. Oh, and tie and a sparkly glove. Soon enough, the music starts in, and Ed... well, you're going to be singing and dancing right along with Single Ladies. Until, of course, Burt Hummel, your father walks in.

Fear rushes over you, and you quickly grab Tina and say she's your girlfriend, trying to fool your father into thinking you're still straight, still his son... and then, the dream will fade away.

The next part, don't worry Ed, you'll be in your own body, a spectator now, in Kurt's room as he's applying his daily moisturizers. If you have any questions or, well, just want to yell and freak out a bit about that little dance number, this would be your chance. After all, there's a while yet before Burt comes in to talk.

I love it, but Ed is going to kill me!

[saintedsinner]

For a long time, Ed's just sitting there, silent. He's still trying to process what just happened, but it's difficult. He doesn't want to process it. But he blinks, finally realizing that Kurt's in front of him and he does a brief, frantic pat down to remind himself he's in his own body. He's grateful that he has automail.

"What the fuck was that?!"

NEW DIRECTIONS YEAR TWO/DALTON

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The guide for this part of Kurt's memories is none other than his father, Burt Hummel. He'll talk to you, follow Kurt around, and explain different things. The memories he shows will be based on your reactions and questions, so there are a lot of memories that can be brought to the surface.

Just know, once he thinks you could, possibly, help Kurt with his biggest secret, the one that only one other knows, one that's eating him alive sometimes... he won't let you leave until you see it.

After all, he's Kurt's subconscious voice.

/just who Kurt wants in his head

[showchoirstar]

"Hello?"

Her voice sounded small, even as Rachel called out. She was quickly growing tired of this event.

NO. GTFO RACHEL. ♥

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"Hey," the voice that answered wasn't Kurt's, that was for sure, and if Rachel looks over, she'd see a man standing there awkwardly, rubbing at his head underneath that hat of his. "You're that girl... Rachel, right? Kurt's friend."

And, with another blink of an eye, the classroom faded away, the door vanishing with it, leaving the two of them standing in the Hummel Auto Garage, the open engine of a car between the two of them.

"What can I do for you?"

[ooc: /GENERIC ICON FOREVER]

NEVER SHE HAS TO BE IN HIS BUSINESS ALWAYS.

[showchoirstar]

Rachel spun on her heel neatly, startled by Burt's presence. A hand flew to her chest -- after all, Rachel, to the death, was a dramatic individual. But once she saw who it was, she relaxed immediately with a quick sigh.

When the scene dissolved, Rachel kept her ground rather well. She was used to the event by now -- slowly, but surely.

But there were much more important matters to be had: Kurt.

"Oh -- yes! That's me, Rachel... ah, I was looking for Kurt, is he here?"

ooc: ROFLLL IT'S OKAY.