Once upon a time there was a lonely musician who roamed the woods daily, searching, searching, searching for a companion that didn't find him as strange as the town's people. He wants a companion, someone who will not judge him, and that will love him, no matter how "strange" he might actually be. So, on a very cold October morning he said aloud, to himself, "It is boring walking these woods alone. I am nothing without a companion, but everyone hates me." So, he sat himself down at the base of an oak tree and pulled his fiddle out of its case. He brought the fiddle up to the neck and pulled the bow back and began playing.

The music attracted a wolf, and the musician sighed. "I have no desire for a wolf." He stopped his playing and spoke to the wolf, "Hello, wolf, I am Blaine."

The wolf replied with, "Blaine, you play very beautifully. I would like to learn how to play."

Blaine stood up and brushed off his trousers. "Oh—well, yes of course. You can learn to play very quickly. But, you will have to do everything I tell you to."

"Of course. I will obey you like a pupil obeys it's teacher." The wolf informed Blaine.

"Right. Then, come along, follow me."

When the wolf and Blaine had walked some distance together, an idea struck Blaine. They walked together for just a while longer before Blaine stopped them at an oak tree that was hollowed out and split up the middle. He turned to the wolf. "Now, if you want to learn how to play the fiddle, you must put your forepaws into this crack."

The wolf did as he was told. Blaine picked up a large and heavy stone and laid it on top of the wolf's paws so he couldn't move.

"Wait here until I return, wolf." Said the musician, and he went on his way.

While he was walking as far away from the wolf as he could, he said to himself, "Now, I will find me a companion I desire." And, he pulled out his fiddle and began playing, once more.

After playing for a while a fox came out from the brush and said to Blaine, "Oh, musician, you play so beautifully."

"Why, thank you. I am Blaine." A fox? Yet again, I do not desire a fox.

The fox took a few slow steps towards Blaine before asking, "I would like to play… Would you teach me?"

Blaine smiled, another plan forming in his head. "Of course, but you must do exactly as I say."

"I will obey you as a pupil obeys their teacher." The fox assured Blaine.

"Follow me," Blaine said and he began walking. When they had walked some distance together they approached a footpath with two small trees on either side. Blaine stood still, and on one side he bent a young hazelnut tree down to the ground and put his foot on the end of it. And then he bent down the other tree from the opposite side and said to the fox, "Now, come over here. If you truly want to learn something, give me your left paw."

The fox lifted up his left paw and the musician tied his paw to the left stem. "Now, little fox, your right paw, please."

He tied the fox's right paw to the right stem and stood back to admire the work he'd done. He approached the fox and made sure the knots were tight and wouldn't come undone after he abandoned the fox. "Little fox wait here until I return."

And Blaine was on his way again. He was weaving through the trees and bushes, playing his fiddle, when a hare came running out from a hole in the bottom of a nearby tree. Once again, I do not desire a hare.

"Dear, dear musician, you play wonderfully. I want to play too." The hare begged, jumping closer to Blaine.

"My name is Blaine, and of course you can learn quickly, if you do as I say." Blaine said, smiling.

"I will obey you like a pupil obeys their teacher." The hare promised.

Blaine began walking, weaving through the trees, the hare jumping along beside him. After walking for a few hours, they reached an aspen tree in a slight clearing. Blaine found loose string on the inside of his wool coat and pulled it free. He then tied one end of the string around the hare's neck, and the other end to the aspen tree. "As fast as you can, run twenty times around this tree."

The hare obeyed, and with every time he ran around the tree, he'd get more caught in the string. Once he was finished he had wound the string twenty times around the trunk and was caught, and every time he tried to get free, the string would cut into the hare's neck.

"Wait here until I return little hare." Blaine said, and then went on his way.

He pulled his fiddle back out of its case and began playing a simple, but sweet melody. "Hopefully now I will find a companion that walks on two legs instead of four."

But, in the meantime, while Blaine was leaning up against a tree playing his fiddle, the wolf finally freed himself from the tree, after hours of pulling, pushing, and biting at the rock. The wolf wanted nothing more than to tear the musician into pieces, so he started after the sound of music.

When the fox saw the wolf running past where he was trapped, he began to cry, begging for help. "Wolf, my brother, please free me. The musician has tricked me and now I am trapped."

The wolf began biting at the knots and soon enough the fox was free as well. They began running, side by side, after the music they heard, knowing it was coming from the musician and his fiddle.

They found the tied up hare, found out the musician was the reason behind it, and all three of them set off to destroy the musician.

Blaine continued to play his fiddle, and the music reached the ears of a beautiful woodsman, who whether he wanted to or not, instantly stopped working and followed the sound of the music.

Once Blaine saw him walking through trees and bushes to reach him he whispered to himself, "Finally, right companion has arrived." And he began playing a whole new level of beautiful, the melody sweeping over the woods. The woodsman stood there, so charmed he could not move, his heart filling with such delight and pleasure.

While he was standing there, taking in the beauty of the fiddler, raking his eyes over his body, taking in his hazel eyes, the curliness of his hair, and his defined jaw line, the wolf, fox and hare approached. The woodsman could tell they had evil intentions, and immediately raised his silver, sharpened ax, and moved to stand in front of the musician. "Anyone who wants to harm him should watch their backs, for they will have to deal with me."

The animals became frightened and ran off, promising to never harm the musician. Blaine played a beautiful melody in thanks for the woodsman, and turned to be on his way, but was stopped when the woodsman grabbed his wrist to turn him around. "That was wonderful, don't get me wrong, but I just saved your life. I think maybe you owe me more than a little tune."

A smile stretched across Blaine's face, and he replied with, "My name is Blaine." "And my name is Kurt." Blaine ran his fingers through his curls, put his fiddle in its case. "Now, what do you think I owe you?"

Kurt looked at Blaine, a mischievous gleam in his strikingly blue eyes. "Follow me."