'Salutations?' Blaine suggested, lifting his hands and shoulders up into a shrug. What Blaine didn't expect was for Kurt to break into a wide, almost maniacal smile and wave his fingers at him in greeting. Then he brought his hand up to his mouth to cover a yawn.

'Dear me, I must be really tired,' Kurt muttered, and he climbed on to his bed, turning his back on Blaine as he laid down and closed his eyes. A tiny huff of annoyance escaped from Blaine's lips but he remained seated on the alarm clock, raising his knees up to his chest and waiting.

After half an hour, Kurt began to stir. He stretched his arms out over his head before rolling his body over to the digital display to check the time. He blinked his eyes open slightly before closing them again. Within seconds his eyes shot open as they focused on the small boy sitting casually on his alarm clock.

'Hi,' Blaine said.

Kurt let out a shriek before he stumbled off his bed, hitting the floor with a loud thump.

'You okay there, buddy?' a voice called from the bottom of the stairs.

'I'm fine, Dad!' Kurt yelled, as he reached up to grip the top edge of his bedside table with both hands. Blaine saw only the top of his head and his eyes peeking over the table, and it gave him time to appreciate how very interesting Kurt's eyes were; an ocean of sea blue mixed with swirls of green.

'You're…how…you're still here,' Kurt gasped, shaking his head. 'I just…I thought…you can't be…'

'I'm sorry to frighten you,' Blaine said gently, trying to calm him. 'I've never found myself in this situation before and…'

'I must be going mad,' Kurt whispered, and his eyes began to glaze over into the distance.

'No, Kurt! I know my size is a little hard to take in at first, but I assure you that I am definitely real. Here…' Blaine hopped down from the alarm clock and approached Kurt, who drew back slightly. 'You can feel for yourself, if you like.'

Kurt opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it again. Very hesitantly, he raised a finger, moving it towards Blaine and gently prodding him in the stomach. He immediately withdrew his finger when Blaine let out a small giggle.

'That tickles!'

'Sorry!' Kurt said, his wide eyes in awe of Blaine's tiny form. 'Did I hurt you?'

'Not at all,' Blaine replied, still a little giggly from being poked before. He observed the features of Kurt's face for a brief moment. 'I just realized you have some freckles on your nose.'

'Oh!' Kurt gasped and both hands shot up to cover his nose, and Blaine laughed again.

'That's okay! I think they look cute.'

Kurt lowered his hands, and Blaine noted the faint blush that had tinged his cheeks. Remembering his manners, Blaine cleared his throat.

'Let me introduce myself,' Blaine said pleasantly, taking another step forward and feeling relieved when Kurt did not inch back. 'My name is Blaine Anderson and I attend Dalton Academy. I was visiting your school but it is through some unfortunately acting on my part that I have ended up in your home instead.' He held out his right hand expectantly.

'Kurt Hummel,' the other boy said, extending his little finger as Blaine reached out and shook it. 'So, uh…you were at my school?'

'I should explain the reason for following you back home,' Blaine continued. 'But I'll get to that. I've had a lot of practice being sneaked into places with satchels. And it's not often that I tell people this, but I'm also half-fairy.'

'Okay,' Kurt replied, as if it was a normal occurrence for him to be speaking to a four and a half inch half-fairy. He sat down on his bedspread and placed his hands in his lap. 'So…what are you doing all the way from Dalton?'

Knowing that honesty was the best policy, Blaine reluctantly told him about his and Trent's plans of spying on New Directions and coming back empty handed.

'And I'm supposed to meet Trent in the morning at nine o'clock,' Blaine told him. 'But I'm not sure if you were going to school tomorrow.' He could just imagine Trent now, pacing up and down and airing his concerns to Jeff and Nick, trying their best to calm him down. 'I guess he is just the worrying type.'

Kurt, who was listening intently, paused before he spoke. 'I guess you're just as bad a spy as I am,' he replied, giving a hint of a smile when Blaine laughed. 'Is there anything I can get for you? It must have been a rough journey.'

'Well,' Blaine said, twisting his arm self-consciously. 'I am a little hungry.' As if to prove his point, his stomach made a rumbling noise and he rubbed it quickly.

'Oh, of course!' Kurt replied, and Blaine could tell that he was mentally chastising himself. 'How about I grab some bread from the table and I can drive you to Dalton? It will save your friend from worrying all night.'

'I would like that very much, Kurt,' Blaine replied, thankful that Kurt was nice enough to think of his predicament. He watched as Kurt gathered his keys from his satchel and placed it in his coat pocket before shrugging it on. He sat back down on the bedspread with a questioning look at Blaine. 'Um…'

Blaine knew what he was about to ask. 'Hold out your hand,' he said.

Kurt laid his hand flat on the table with his palm facing up, and Blaine climbed up on to it, rearranging himself so that he was sitting cross legged in the center of his palm. Kurt carefully lifted his palm up and slowly arose from his bed.

'You're not scared?' he asked Blaine, looking at him in amazement as he moved towards the doorway.

'Nope,' Blaine replied, and in truth he was right. Often getting carried around was the quickest form of transportation for him and he was glad that the boys at Dalton seemed to like giving him a lift.

'So…' Kurt whispered, his voice getting softer as he moved towards the stairs. 'Why are your clothes all dark?'

'Spy outfit,' Blaine replied, following Kurt's lead by not raising his voice too loudly. 'I like dressing up.'

'Me too.' Kurt took the stairs down one at a time. 'How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?'

'I don't mind,' Blaine said. 'I'm sixteen.'

'I'm sixteen too,' Kurt replied, and Blaine nodded, secretly glad that they had a few things in common.

Kurt reached the bottom of the stairs and sneaked a glance around the corner, Blaine examining the kitchen with him. Kurt's father had his back to them and was stirring a pot of soup on the stovetop. The scent of hot soup made Blaine's stomach grumble even more. He wrapped his hands around it to keep it quiet.

'Okay,' Kurt breathed above him, in the quietest of whispers. 'I'm going to make this quick.'

He carefully clutched the hand holding Blaine to his chest and swept into the kitchen, picking up a piece of bread from the table and calling out over his shoulder.

'Going to the grocery store, be back soon, bye!' Kurt had only taken a few steps towards the front hallway when his dad called back to him.

'Kurt,' his father said, in a voice that was equally Where are you going? and I know you're up to something.

Kurt sighed and slowly turned back to face him.

'Okay,' Kurt breathed out, taking a hesitant step forward. 'I'm going to show you something…someone,' he correctly quickly. 'But you have to promise not to freak out. Okay?'

'O-kay,' Burt said slowly, his expression turning curious as Kurt moved over to the kitchen table and placed his palm down over the tabletop. Blaine immediately hopped down and straightened up, looking up nervously at Kurt's father.

'Dad,' Kurt began, his voice sounding equally as nervous. 'This is Blaine.'

The older man stared at him without blinking for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, he removed his baseball cap and used it to wipe whatever sweat was on his brow before turning back to the stove.

'Right, I'm telling my doctor to re-check my scripts.'

'Dad!'

His father turned around and sighed. 'Look kiddo, either I'm hallucinating or I've got a four and a half inch little guy staring me in the face.' He looked down at Blaine. 'No offence, kid.'

'None taken, sir,' Blaine replied. 'You guessed my measurements exactly.'

Kurt's father stared at him for a little while before he lowered the gas on the stovetop. He sat down at the table, all the while continuing to watch Blaine. 'Call me Burt,' he said, and looked at Kurt curiously. Blaine saw Kurt give a slight nod in reassurance. 'So – what's this all about?'

Kurt relayed the story to his father, pausing for Blaine to fill in the gaps. After being convinced that Blaine was not a side effect of his medication, Burt stood up. 'Carole and Finn will be home soon so how about you both stay around for dinner?'

The two boys welcomed the idea, and it wasn't long before the cutlery was set and Kurt's stepmother and her son Finn had joined them at the table. Carole's reaction had been similar to Kurt's but without the shrieking and falling. Blaine had stepped back when Finn approached him, his face only centimeters from his. It wasn't so much that as the fact that Blaine had noted he was tall. Very tall.

'Whoa,' Finn exclaimed, eyes taking in Blaine's size. 'Tiny dude!' And then proceeded to ask him questions throughout dinner about his ability to carry out important tasks undetected, like sneaking notes in class.

As Kurt, Finn and Carole cleared the table (Blaine offered but was politely turned down), Burt moved over to the phone.

'I'm going to call Dalton and let them know you're coming by,' he told Kurt, before glancing over at Blaine. 'What's the number, kid?'

'No, Dad,' Kurt began to protest. 'We don't have to let them know.'

'And how are you supposed to get in?' Burt replied.

Blaine knew that Dalton was very strict with visitors after dinnertime; the school would have to find out that he had left either way.

'It is after hours,' he told Kurt with regretful sigh. After the school was contacted and he had said his goodbyes to Kurt's family, Blaine was taken outside on Kurt's palm to the driveway. Blaine shivered at the sudden cool breeze that brushed past him.

'Are you okay?' a voice above him said, and he found Kurt staring down at him with a look of concern.

'I'm fine,' Blaine replied. 'I just don't like the cold very much.'

He felt Kurt rustle around in his coat before pulling out a brown woolen glove.

'Here,' Kurt said, placing the glove over Blaine so that it covered his shoulders. 'I hope that's okay.'

Blaine knew that he could have found himself in a much worse situation that day, hadn't it not been for Kurt and the kindness of his family. It was with gratitude that Blaine looked up and smiled, and it wasn't just for the added warmth that Kurt had provided for him.

'Thanks, Kurt.'

'You're welcome, Blaine.'