But I'll let Blaine tell you that story himself someday.

It was the Headmaster's personal secretary, Mrs Frederick, who found Blaine Anderson that cold November evening, pale and shivering in the cool night air. Back then, Mrs Frederick had thick round spectacles which she wore at all times attached to a chain around her neck, and a curly head of brown hair which had sprouted a few strands of silver. The moment she laid eyes on Blaine was the moment she claims her silver hair had started to overtake her natural color.

She had picked up the tiny straw basket on the doorstep of the Headmaster's building and the young boy within covered in a wine-colored beret. He was fast asleep but pulled the beret closer to him and trembled. Because of his size she guessed that he could not be more than six or seven; in fact, Blaine had turned eight years old only two days before. Mrs Frederick pushed her glasses up to her nose and squinted. A hastily scrawled note was tucked beside the beret. Carefully, Mrs Frederick pulled the note from underneath the small boy, who snuffled in his sleep and turned over, shivering again.

The note read:

It was indeed sufficient; Mrs Frederick placed a hand over her mouth and scanned the number of zeros on the cheque she found in the mail days later to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her.

The Headmaster placed a rule, more for Blaine's safety than anything else, for those who worked or studied at Dalton Academy to keep Blaine Anderson's existence a secret. He was a good student and over the years managed to make a great deal of curious friends due to his unique size, but in his early years he was branded a tiny troublemaker. He managed to find himself in all spots of bother; Mrs Frederick can clearly recall the day she found Blaine on the Headmaster's desk, trapped in a glass half-filled with water and the Headmaster's dentures.

One thing that Mrs Frederick noticed in those early years was that Blaine loved to entertain, so when he was old enough, she encouraged him to join the Warblers, a group of boys who sang songs acapella and competed against other groups in show choir competitions. From then on, Blaine rarely found himself in mischief. Despite being the youngest member of the Warblers, he became their lead singer during rehearsals; during competitions, he watched them compete from the sidelines, hidden from the view of nosy strangers.

Despite the opportunity to sing and no shortage of people to talk to, Blaine would often feel a little unhappiness every now and then. He would listen with a little envy in his heart when the other boys would talk about the girls they flirted with or went out on dates with. While he didn't care too much for girls, he often wished he was tall enough to reach up and kiss someone. He would sometimes think back to the movies of his childhood, where by the end bad spells were lifted and the heroes and heroines would live happily ever after. While he knew happily ever after's were the stuff of fairy tales, romance was the one thing he craved above all else. Though to Blaine's disappointment, he knew it was something he may never have.

So it is eight years to the day that Blaine Anderson arrived at Dalton that our story begins, during a rather heated discussion with the infamous Warbler Council. Little did Blaine know that it would be the beginning of a wonderful adventure.