Blaine stared down at the blue box. He had accepted that there was a possibility that three inch men called Borrowers existed and that there was one in his room. He had decide that he was in fact not insane, he didn't want to be insane therefore he was not. It might not be the most logical way of thinking about it but he would be logical after he had dealt with the little man, and that was not a euphemism. He also decided that he could just about handle talking to the little man without having some kind of panic attack.

As he took the book off the top of the pencil case he was suddenly filled with panic. The borrower was curled up in the corner of the box, not moving.

"Air holes." Blaine muttered to himself feeling his eyes fill with hot tears.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

He hadn't wanted to hurt him. He might have been scared of him but he hadn't wanted to hurt him. Not the sassy little man, not the amazing creature who knew how to speak and make clothes and live under floor boards for years without anybody ever seeing him.

Blaine reached forwards with trembling finger outstretched to touch the little man. His fingers touched the top of the tiny hat and felt the slightest wisps of hair underneath it. As he ran his finger over the silky material of the jacket he thought he saw a small movement. His heart leapt at the idea that he may not have actually killed the Borrower, he quickly prodded him in the stomach.

"OWW!" The Borrower sat up and stared at him with angry blue eyes.

"Oh thank god."

"What did you do that for?"

"I thought you were dead."

"I was sleeping you idiot."

'I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you I.."

"Did you bring me a drink?"

"What?"

"A drink, I'm parched."

"NO. I uh.."

"If I'm to be your prisoner then you have to give me a drink it's in the bean laws or something."

"I.. your not my prisoner..wait I'll uh."

Blaine looked around his room trying to figure out how to get this little man a drink. He looked for a container of some sorts but the only one which would fit inside the blue pencil case and allow the Borrower to reach the water was Pavarotti's water bowl. Blaine unhooked the cage door, Pavarotti eyed him warily. Blaine guessed that the presence of the Borrower still had him slightly rattled. He unhooked the water bowl and took it to the bathroom to wash it out.

After refilling it he placed it in the blue pencil case. The burrower strolled (that was the only was to describe how he moved, with ease and grace and confidence) over to the water tub and cupped his tiny hands into the water bringing it to his pink lips. He drunk several times and then looked up at Blaine. Blaine looked back; he had no idea what to say or how to act. The Borrower looked away and Blaine swore he saw a light blush cross his face.

"Take me to your bathroom."

Blaine was confused.

"Sorry?"

"I won't be able to escape you have my tool kit."

"Tool Kit?"

The Borrower placed his hands upon his hips and stared up at him. His eyes were really really blue. Blaine wondered whether all Borrowers looked the same, or were they like Humans? All different. Blaine could ask later but for now he thought he should deal with the bathroom request. He guessed all creatures needed the toilet but he didn't want the little man to like.. fall in and drown.

"Yes my tool kit. You have it."

"No.." Blaine hesitated.

"I had it on me before I fell. I dropped it."

"Oh, I'll find it for you. Hey are you okay? I mean, you fell quite a way. Sorry I didn't ask before."

"A little bruised. I didn't fall all the way."

Blaine tried to figure that one out but the Borrower shouted to him again.

"Hey, bathroom. Gaga you beans are slow."

"Sorry." Blaine said. He reached his hand into blue box and laid it as flat as the space would allow. He had expected claws but as tiny fingers grabbed hold of his thumb all he felt was a tiny warm pressure. Followed by a small weight as the borrower walked onto his palm.

Blaine lifted him carefully and held him up to his face so that he could see the miniature man more carefully. He really was beautiful. He was like one of his mothers tiny figurines, perfect pale skin just like porcelain and dazzling blue eyes and perfect pink lips. Blaine decided he wasn't scared of him any more, it was actually kind of wonderful that something so beautiful could exist. He cupped his hands gently and watched the little man stumble and grab hold of his fingers.

"Sorry. I just don't want to drop you."

"I second that." The little man managed to sit down.

Blaine held his hands in front of him walking slowly to the bathroom. He hit the door with his shoulder and then used his foot to keep it open. He paused the door way.

"Just set me down in the sink." The Borrower muttered seemingly embarrassed.

Blaine carefully put his hands into the sink and watched the little man climb out.

"I'll uh give you some privacy. Don't hurt yourself."

Blaine turned around and left the room closing the door behind him. He was again struck by how weird his situation was. There was a tiny man peeing down the plughole of his sink. That didn't happen everyday. Oh perhaps it did. There was a whole world that he didn't know about twenty four hours ago. Blaine waited awkwardly for a few minutes. What was he going to do with him? He just wanted to watch him and to find out all about him. It was incredible. But then it was also unfair. He may have things to do, he may have to go do .. whatever three inch men need to do. It was unfair to keep him in a box, it was obvious he was intelligent and even Pavarotti got to flap around the choir room occasionally. One more night, he told himself. He would keep him one more night to learn more about him and then he would let him go. Then what? He would be continuously looking around to see trace of the little people under his floorboards. Or it would fade in his memory till he questioned whether it was really real.

Blaine opened the door and walked back into the bathroom to see the Borrower sat at the side of the sink.

"You didn't run away."
"And how would I get down without my tool kit."

"Oh right. I'll have to have a look for that it could have fallen beneath the desk or something."

"Or something." The Borrower repeated sarcastically.

"Hey I have not nicked your tool kit." Blaine said putting his hand out for the little man to climb onto. He carried him back to the little blue box feeling a wave of guilt as he set him down.

"Just give me a second I have to feed Pavarotti."

"Isn't he dead?"

Blaine laughed.

"I meant my canary."

"Oh the bird. Why do you keep it in a cage? Are you going to eat it?"

"WHAT! NO! Pav's my friend I would never eat him."

"Friend?"

"Well he's technically a pet but I would never hurt him." Blaine explained as he lifted the water bowl out of the pencil case and put it back in to Pav's cage. He refilled the food container as well and tried to give the bird a little stroke but he squawked and hopped away.

"He's in a bad mood." Blaine commented.

"Isn't he always?"

"No."

"Well it must be because of me then. Your pet doesn't think much of me."

"Well, you did pull out one of his feathers." Blaine smiled looking at the feather attached to the little hat.

"That would be cruel! I may not like him but I wouldn't hurt him."

Blaine pulled up his chair and sat down staring into the pencil case at the fascinating little man again.

"Why do you think he doesn't like you then?"

"I may have borrowed his mirror."

"Ah, borrowed." Blaine said with a smirk.

"We only take that which will not be missed and that we can put to better use than you Beans."

"And did you put it to better use?"

"Have you seen this outfit?"

Blaine surprised himself when he laughed, he had managed to make himself feel slightly uncomfortable though he did not know why. He looked away from the little man and felt his stomach grumbling. After talking with the Librarian he had found himself walking around the school grounds thinking for so long that he had missed dinner. And he had already missed lunch. No wonder he was so hungry. But that thought made him realize something else. He wasn't the only one who had missed a few meals. The little man had been locked in his pencil case all day. Blaine decided he must quickly rectify the problem he went to his bedside cabinet and pulled out the bag of chips he kept in the draw. He opened the packet and took one out. He stopped to question whether Borrowers could eat crisps but the librarian had said they lived off things they took from people so it must be alright.

He held the chip between two fingers and dangled it in front of the borrower. He sighed and placed his hands on his hips again.

"Do you have anything less fattening?"

"You're tiny."

The borrower gave another exaggerated sigh and took the chip in his tow hands.

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"There's a student kitchen, it doesn't have an oven just a microwave and a toaster. It really varies what kinds of food it has there as the main meals are provided in the canteen but there's always bread and fruit and usually ham and cheese. What do you eat?"

"Anything low carbohydrate, low fat and low sodium."

"Right."

"And a low fat mocha wouldn't go amiss."

"The coffee shops closed."

"Water will have to do then." He sighed.

"Right." Blaine said. "Wait here."

"What else am I going to do?"

Blaine paused on his way to the door and turned around to turn his Ipod station on. The soundtrack of wicked came on (and yes he had been somewhat embarrassed when the Warblers had searched his ipod and found wicked and Oliver and every Disney song ever written on it). At the little man would have something to listen to whilst he was gone. He ran down the stairs not noticing who was around him.

"Walk not run Mr. Anderson."

"Sorry Mr. Clark." He said jumping out of his skin when he realized that he had just ran past a teacher.

He slowed down and walked to the little kitchen. It was empty as it often was during the weekdays (weekends the students fended for themselves and therefore it was busy) Blaine opened the cupboards and ignored all the tins. He pulled out a bag of apples and a loaf of brown bread (that was healthier than white right?) then ducked to the fridge pulling out cheese and ham and some salad. He pulled out a chopping board knife and plate and started to chop up the bread, apples, cheese, ham and cucumber into tiny little squares that could fit tiny little hands. He was concentrating so hard on not cutting himself that he didn't' notice when somebody else came in.

"Hey Blaine, hungry?"

Blaine jumped and turned guiltily to see Wes at the door.

'Yeah, yeah, missed lunch and all that." Blaine said quickly.

Wes looked down at the tiny cubes his expression puzzled.

"Uh going on a diet?"

"No I uh.."

Blaine didn't think 'I'm making a meal for a three inch fashionably dressed man who I am currently keeping in my pencil case' would go down well. He would probably end up back at the nurse's office and then at a psychiatric unit. He quickly placed his hand to his head as if he were tired or had a headache.

"Oh, it's for Pavarotti right?" Wes said seeming to buy it.

"Yes. Yes Pavarotti."

"I don't think you should give him the ham and cheese." Wes said a little warily.

"Oh yeah you're right. Don't know what I was thinking."

"Well Dave and I are going to the common room to watch Die Hard, want to join us?"

"No I uh.. got to catch up. Missed a lot today."

"Sure. You take care Blaine. And you know, get some sleep. You need it."