Here's what you missed on Glee… Kurt got a script in the mail, called "Glee-Asian F". Everything in the script happened the next day, which was really weird. It really scared Kurt, and Blaine comforted him, which was really sweet and stuff. Then the script touched a mirror and they both fell through to our world. Awesome right? They didn't think so, especially when they came face to face with Darren and Chris. Then Kurt switched bodies with Chris and couldn't get back through the mirror, 'cause the mirror only work for people from the world where it was activated. So Kurt stayed in our world and Chris went back to Gleeverse and got Kurt cast as Tony in West Side Story, which totally messed up the time line. Or something like that. So Kurt's pretending to be Chris at a convention, and some people asked him about First Time, and that hadn't happened yet for him so it was really weird… and awkward. Blaine discovered Fan Fictions and now he's sort of obsessed with them. So eventually they figured out how to switch Kurt and Chris back, which was actually really simple. All they had to do was hit a mirror with another script, just in our world. Simple right? So now their switched back, but Chris can't go near Kurt and Darren can't go near Blaine or they will switch bodies. And switching isn't fun. It makes you sick, and dizzy, and stuff. The four couldn't bear to lose contact so now there is a mirror hidden in Kurt's closet so they can go back and forth between the worlds. And that's what you missed on Glee!

Chapter One: Zoey

January 17th 2012

Our Reality

Shows often sell props and scripts online and the most devoted fans know where to go to get a good deal on a collectible. Zoey Kenton was one of those fans. The Gleek scoured the Internet for anything to do with her favorite show. That's why, when she found a script for Glee's pilot, used by none other than Chris Colfer, her favorite actor, she simply couldn't resist using most of the money she had saved up to buy it.
She was watching "Yes/No" when the postman delivered it. Zoey shivered with excitement as she opened it, letting out a fan girl squeal.
The script was in brilliant condition; with some small notes scribbled in the margins in a handwriting she could only assume was Chris'.
Zoey reluctantly paused the show; it was new and so far she had seen only one of the two promised proposals she had read about in spoilers. The screen stopped on an image of Kurt and Blaine exchanging a loving glance. Zoey couldn't help but smile; Klaine was her favorite couple.
She must have gone around the room she had been given by her foster parents, the Jones, about three times before finally deciding that the best place to display the script was propped against the mirror on the dressing table. She cast it one last look before closing the door to ensure that Maggie, the Jones' obese cat, couldn't get to the script.
She returned to the show, plopping down on the couch. She was quite glad that no one else was home because the happy dance she did when Will proposed would have been very embarrassing.

Zoey returned to her room; well, she didn't really think of it as her own room. It was only temporary. Not that the room wasn't nice, it was. It had pretty light blue wallpaper with green trim. The furniture was white, the paint peeling to give an aged appearance. The Jones really were some of the nicest foster families she had stayed with. They were old, Mr. Jones' hair was gone and Mrs. Jones hair was grey. Mrs. Jones was a very good cook and she insisted on teaching Zoey all of her recipes.

Zoey gazed in the mirror, adjusting a lock of her black hair. She reached out a hand to wipe a smudge from the mirror's surface, and her hand went through it. Right through the mirror itself, her reflection was contorted by the rippling surface. It felt like water, tingling slightly. Zoey withdrew her hand, startled. What the hell? She hesitantly touched it again, her hand being pulled through. She withdrew it again. She was always one for an adventure, so she cleared away the few things that were on the dressing table. She used the edge of the bed to get onto the table, sticking her shoe through the mirror. Any fear replaced with curiosity, she dove through the mirror.

She had expected to arrive in some sort of reflected world, with everything backwards, but she found herself in what seemed to be a public restroom. The reflection momentarily showed her room then changed to show the room she was now in. Panicked, she swept her hand back through the mirror. It was still open, she could still get back. Alright, time to explore.

Peeking her head through the door, she realized she was in a school. It was empty, and from the lack of light, she supposed it was after hours. Leaving the bathroom, she stepped on something sticky, yuck! Whatever she had stepped in it was blue and smelled like blueberries. She lifted her shoe, not enjoying how it stuck to the ground every step she took. She soon forgot all about it, too entranced by the school. She didn't know how it was possible but she was in McKinley. There was Miss Pillsbury's glass office, there was the gym, and there the auditorium. She wished she had a camera when she found her way to the choir room. The seats were all lined up, just like in the show. Mr. Schue's sheet music was lying on the piano.

If it wasn't for the fact that she banged her elbow on the door as she left, she might have thought she was dreaming. It would be so awesome to go to school here, if only there was a way… of course! Figgins' office. She found the room after a few wrong turns, glad to find that he had left the glass doors unlocked. She sat down at the desk, wrinkling her nose at the stuffed duck sitting on the bookshelf. God, there were a lot of birds, of the stuffed and statue varieties, in his office! She searched through the papers in his filing cabinets, finally finding what she was looking for; registration papers. She started to fill out the form finally getting to what should have been the easiest question, the date. It was only about half-past nine in her world, but the clock on the wall read one here, which meant time was different; who knew if it was the same date as it was in her world.

She looked around, her eyes settling on Figgins' computer. She knew the password, it had been mentioned in an episode. 1234. Oh Figgins, you're so simple minded! The screen changed annoyingly slow, coming up with the default windows wallpaper. The date… Zoey looked down the bottom right corner, clicking on the clock. A pop-up window appeared. Monday, August 15th, 2009.

August 15th was the first day for most schools and 2009 meant she was sometime right before the pilot. The pilot, interesting, same as the script; that couldn't be just a coincidence.

Zoey finished the form, dating it for a few days previous. She filled it back in the cabinet, under her last name.

Zoey waited exactly seven hours in her world. Then she got ready for school. She had packed up her few belongings in her backpack, placing the precious script on to stop it from being damaged. Under the mattress, her favorite hiding place in whatever house she stayed in, was a not so slim wallet. She dug it out, stashing it in her backpack. It contained at least five hundred dollars, plus change. She had conveniently forgotten to tell her social worker of its existence. She surveyed the room one more time, with practiced ease, to make sure she hadn't left anything behind. She had no intention of coming back.

Yes, I am aware there are parallels to the The Fates Are Now Writers. It was necessary. Kurt will be in the next chapter, along with Chris and Darren. Please Review!