All it takes is a simple snowflake to send your world spinning in a different direction. I cannot hide from it any longer. The press of winter is sprinkling ever so lightly over the trees and burrowing through the openings in the different large redwoods and oaks is becoming more difficult to do quickly. Humans have it easy. Tracking through snow is wider strides for them because are much taller than myself. I hate the winter, purely for the reason that it keeps us out in the open longer. It makes it easier for humans to spot us and we don't want to be spotted. That's like a death sentence.

Welcome to Lima Hollow, a world riddled with gnomes and elves and fairies and leprechauns and pixies and sprites. I'm a fairy. My name is Kurt Hummel. I'm seventeen and I attend school at Willow McKinley High School. You can't miss McKinley. It's housed in the only willow tree in the entire of Lima Hollow. Hence the school's first name.

We live like humans. We learn like humans. We just aren't humans. Even though I'm a fairy, I'm on the taller side for my species. My skin is a nice pale color and some even have compared me to a porcelain doll. That's mostly riddled by the gnome Sue Sylvester, who enjoys insulting the pants off everyone. She walks around like she owns the place. She's the coach of our cheerleading squad. I was on that squad last year. Long story.

Moving on, I'm sure you don't want to spend this time learning my whole life story. You'll meet everyone in due time. Back to what I was saying earlier.

I hate the winter. It's bad enough that I get bullied in school but with winter looming over us, just around the corner, my fears intensify. I always worry that I'll be spotted by a human. It hasn't happened yet but I'm sure it's possible. You never know. Right now, it's still autumn. Leaves falling from high above. They're a lot larger on my level than they are to humans. We use them, for clothing and other things.

I'm not going to tell you everything because that would be a tireless speech. I'll let you turn the page now and read about my story through an author's eyes. I just thought I'm make a little introduction. And it has lingered on longer than I have intended. So, I'm going to let you lose now.

Eyes peering around the corner as a long pointed nose drew in on the smell of the hollowed wood of Willow McKinley, Kurt looked right and left for any sign of approaching neanderthals. Yes, Lima Hollow had them too. When he saw none, he slipped around the corner with his head held high and his wings sticking straight out behind him. A frigid stature nonetheless but still one Kurt hope would give off his confidence and tell any sudden bullies that he was not afraid.

CRASH! Without even noticing, one of said neanderthals had just come out of the blue and shoved Kurt harshly into the wall of lockers. Kurt hissed, feeling a sliver of wood between the metal shove its way into his shoulder.

"Later fairy boy!" called Karofsky and Kurt glared him down as he slapped five with Azimio and the two walked off down the corridor laughing. Kurt wanted nothing more than to rip the wings out of Karofsky's back. He was a disgrace of a fairy, too plump for one thing. Kurt wondered if he ever actually used those wings.

"Are you all right Kurt?" The boy look up, having only just realized he'd slid to the floor. One of his best friends, Mercedes Jones stood over him, offering him a hand. Kurt took and pulled himself up with her help. She attempted to dust him off and he did everything he could not to cringe at the pain from the sliver of wood in his shoulder. She didn't need to know he was injured. He'd have to make a trip to the restroom later.

Kurt frowned ever so slightly. No, he wasn't all right. But she didn't need to know that. Even though he was sure she probably already did anyway. Mercedes seemed to be able to read him like a book. Maybe it was because she was a leprechaun. A very unique one but a leprechaun all the same.

"I'll be fine. Come on, let's get to Glee club before Rachel has a fit," he replied, rolling his eyes. Not that he cared if he missed a Rachel Berry outburst. The gnome girl was one of his other best friends but some of the things she did just drove Kurt up the wall.

The two of them linked arms and walked off down the hall toward the choir room.

Are you following so far? I figured that it might be a little helpful for me to interrupt here and there and provide you with some more insight. Mercedes is a leprechaun, hard to believe because of her extremely dark complexion but she's special. We're all sort of special. That's why my friends and I are the outcasts at our school. Even though some of them are in the in-crowd too. Like Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Mike, Sam, Puck, and Finn. More on them later. Right now, I just have to give you a little bit of an insight.

So Karofsky. His name is David Karofsky and he's a football player. The guy has been bullying me for as long as I can remember. Him and his good buddy Azimio Adams. I don't know how Karofsky is a fairy. I've never seen one so incredibly, well, plump. It's disturbing. I have a feeling he never uses his wings. And even if he wanted to now, they probably couldn't even lift his weight. It's disgusting and I really wish something would just turn him into a human and he could be gone. But even fairy magic can't do that. Or more like, leprechaun magic can't do it. They're meant to grant wishes. Actually, fairies are too, depending on what division you get licensed to.

And Rachel Berry, she's this short little hobbit thing. Yes, I said hobbit but she's a gnome, so don't forget that. Anyway, she's the female lead of our Glee club, New Directions. She's self-centered and selfish and throws a fit if she doesn't get her way. Like if she's not given the solo she'll get up and walk out or flip a lid. It's really annoying that she doesn't seem to really care about anyone but herself. Makes me wonder sometimes why I still count her as one of my best friends. Probably because the two of us have the same dreams. I'm just not self-centered and selfish or a poor sport like she is.

Okay, I think I've said enough for now. I'm going to give you a little bit of a break from me so you can get a look into the other side of this story. There's another half you should acquaint yourself with you know. I know him now but I didn't at this time. You'll see. Carry on.

Winter is approaching. It's one of my favorite times of the year. The snow falls, the trees glisten, and the ground looks like a winter wonderland, all white with snow. Then there's Christmas and New Year's and my personal favorite holiday, Valentine's Day.

Hi there. My name is Blaine Anderson and I am the dapper lead singer of an a cappella show choir group known as the Warblers. We're students at Dalton Academy in Westerville, Ohio. Dalton is a prestigious all boys private school with a zero tolerance no bullying policy. It's strictly enforced. And I have to say, it's my safe haven. You see, there aren't many boys really like me in Ohio. To be straight to the point, I'm gay. I like boys. And Ohio is a very homophobic state. But we're all accepted here at Dalton. At the time of this story's beginning, I was single, though not the only gay boy at Dalton.

"But you were the best looking one!"

Shut up Jeff. Get your head out of my monologue and go back to Nick.

"Sorry Blaine."

Anyway, as I was saying. Oh, you want to know who that was? His name is Jeff Sterling. He's one of those other gay boys I mentioned. Him and his boyfriend Nick Duval are madly in love with each other and really, kind of goofy.

"Kind of is an understatement Blaine."

Wes! Just because I told Jeff to stop invading my monologue, doesn't mean you can.

"Just making a point."

That was Wesley Montgomery. He's head of the Warblers council. To this day, I'm not sure what he loves more, his gavel or his best friend, David Thompson. He's never really seen without either of them. It's a little on the disturbing side. I'm going to let you get an inside look of what life is like for me. Oh, and one more thing. I am a human.

Blaine glanced up as a shower of leaves hit the top of his gelled head. A textbook was open in his lap as he hastily scribbled notes across the sheet of lined paper sitting on one side of the book. Annoyed slightly, he narrowed his eyes at the two giggling Warblers playing like little boys in a pile of leaves.

"Neff," he said, referring to the two boys, Nick and Jeff, by their couple name. "If you don't mind, I'm trying to study for this exam tomorrow. Could you please take your leaf pile jumping elsewhere?" Even when he was seemingly on edge, Blaine was nothing less than polite.

The two boys looked at him and frowned. "Blainey is all work and no play," Jeff said, pouting at the lead of the Warblers. Blaine raised one of his perfectly triangular eyebrows as he looked back at him.

"No, I just like to get good grades is all," Blaine replied. Jeff and Nick frowned even more. They both shrugged after a moment and walked off. Blaine sighed and resigned to move his work elsewhere.

Getting up from his spot he packed his bag and headed for his car. It was a Thursday and there was no Warbler practice that afternoon. Blaine could head off to wherever he needed to go and be back in time for some much needed rest. He just needed the quiet and that was only something he figured he would get by the willow tree.

The willow tree was quite a drive from Dalton. It was near the town limits of Lima, Ohio, which was two hours away. But Blaine figured he had plenty of time to head there and back again when he was satisfied that he had studied enough.

The drive was quick, thankfully and Blaine soon found himself sliding down to a seat beneath the large willow tree. He sat for a moment before pulling out his books. Sometimes he swore he could hear voices coming from within the tree but that could have just been his imagination.

Blaine had been at work for about a half hour when it happened. Something small and sparkly flew out of a nearby hole in the tree and went darting across the way, before it hit the trunk of an oak.

Startled, Blaine quickly shut his book and hurried over to the spot where whatever it was had fallen.

Curled up in a heap on the ground was a tiny figure. The sparkle had glistened from what looked like wings protruding from its back. Blaine could barely tell that the small creature was breathing but it seemed to be unconscious. A dash of red was spreading beneath its head and that was when Blaine knew whatever it was, the poor thing was injured. He had to do something fast.

I think that will be a nice place to stop. Can't give everything away right from the get go now can we? I would give you back to the fabulous fairy known as Kurt but my instincts are telling me that I should leave you here for a while, let you cook up your own scenarios. Let me just say a few things first.

Before you ask, no I don't hate Nick and Jeff. I don't hate anyone. Just sometimes their antics get a little out of control and it can drive one to the point of annoyance. It's harmless, when you're not doing something important. I love Nick and Jeff to death but they just have bad timing or more like, don't really know when it's a time to be goofy and a time to be serious. Except in Warblers practice that is. They're usually always serious then. I guess that's a good thing.

Well, There's really not much I can tell you here, except that you've probably already guessed the willow tree is the same one Kurt mentioned earlier. That's not too hard to piece together.

Till next time!