Before going to join the junior boys in the common room Blaine stopped back by his bedroom to drop off his purchases. He dropped them on his bed and went to give Pavarotti a little stroke.

"You seem a lot calmer today."

Pavarotti hopped away from his gentle fingers and tilted his head to one side.

"Guess you really don't like Kurt hey. But I do." He said thoughtfully. "If I pop by the pet store tomorrow and buy a new mirror and maybe a little bell will that cheer you up?"

Pavarotti trilled a little tune as if he could understand what it was Blaine was saying. Blaine laughed a little and ran his hand through his curls.

"Okay, I'll do that." Now if you excuse me I've got to go watch movies with the other boys." Blaine reached over and pulled back the curtains to his window and moved Pavarotti's cage a little closer so the bird could watch the sun move across the sky. As he stepped away he saw something glinting lightly from under his desk. He bent down really confused about what he found. He held it up to his face. It was a rolled up bit of thick string tied to a bent needle. There was a little folded net and a bit of blue tack and it was all held together on a tiny kind of sling. He gasped when he realized what it was, Kurt's tool kit. He used these things when collecting food and materials. It was amazing, these little things he used to get around Dalton. It was just simply incredible and now he could return it to Kurt so that he could continue to find food.
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Watching movies with the other juniors was fun. Two of the boys shifted over on one of the sofa's and let Blaine sit between them, a blanket pulled up tightly around their chins. The casual and comfortable way that their shoulders brushed against each other made Blaine feel a kind of warmth, he had gone to long being the boy whom nobody touched , the boy whom people didn't talk to unless to throw insults at him.

Admittedly Blaine didn't really follow the first movie very well because the boys would find a joke to make about every line they listened to. During the second he was anxiously watching the clock wanting to be sure to get to the library just before it closed so that he could leave Kurt's presents there. At one point some gentle teasing turned into an all out pillow fight. Blaine tried to jump out of the way of a stray pillow and got his feet tangled in the blanket tripping over flat onto his face.

"Are you okay Blaine?" He didn't know whom the voice belonged to.

"Yes."

"I wonder if he's ticklish." A boy called Logan who he knew from English literature asked.

"No..no, I really am not." Blaine tried to say as three boys jumped on him. He knew they did not mean harm, he knew that this was a game and he had seen the boys in the common rooms play like this before but he could not help panic at the fingers touching him. He could not help thinking of the boys who pinned him down to hit him.

"GET OFF OF ME!"

Blaine sat up knocking Logan aside as he did so. Blaine was aware of the boy's stunned looks as he hid his face in his hands. After a while he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. He didn't look up.

"I'm sorry." He muttered trying to hold back the tears that threatened. He had wanted his life to be normal; he had wanted to have friends. But perhaps he was just to damaged.

"It's okay Blaine." The soft voice belonged to Alec Green a fellow Warbler.

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's okay. We're sorry. Right guys? We didn't mean to freak you out."

"No, sorry." A chorus of voices said.

Blaine looked up he shook his head and ran his hand through his hair.

"Look guy's I am sorry. I'm just not ticklish. I'm eh.. I have to get to the library before it closes."
Blaine stood up.

"Blaine don't be like that."

"I'm not, I really have to get a book for my homework. You know it's not open on Sunday. I'll come back, okay?"

The boys all shared a look but eventually there was a nod. Blaine went up to his room. The minute the door was closed he allowed himself to slide down the wall to the floor. He buried his face in his hands. After a unknown amount of time he stopped trembling and his heartbeat returned to normal. He looked up at the alarm clock on his bedside table and realized it was five minutes to seven. The library would be closing in exactly five minutes.

"Shit." He jumped up dragged his draws open and removed the little collection of fabrics. He had decided that Kurt would be able to carry it all in one night so he had made them into little packs. He had strung rows of sequins onto a string and a couple of buttons and then wrapped it around two pieces of the fabric tying it into a little bundle he though Kurt should be able to carry. He quickly got out a small note book and wrote a message. He did not want to put his name on it in case it was picked up by somebody else so he spent a moment hesitating over what to write.

'There will be more tomorrow night, best wishes, your bean.'

Blaine ran down the stairs and through the door of the library with one minute to spare. He ran right to the back of the room where there was a big armchair and he dropped to his hands and knees. He slid the piece of paper under hoping that Kurt could read English and not just speak it. He put the little bundle of materials under and the little tool kit. He pushed it to the back and hoped that nobody would see it before Kurt got to it.

"Are you looking for them?"

Blaine jumped and hit his head against the edge of the chair.

"Oww.." he said placing his hand against the sore spot on his head. He turned to see that it was the Librarian, did she ever make a noise as she walked.

"Hi Mrs.." Blaine paused realizing he didn't know her name.

"It's Miss. Miss Hummel-Davies, though most people just call me Miss Davies."

"Hi Miss Davies." Blaine finished.

"Hello Mr. Anderson." She stood there staring at him for a long moment. Blaine began to become uncomfortable he felt as if she was expecting something from him but he wasn't sure what.

"I asked a question Mr. Anderson." She finally said.

"Oh right. No I'm not looking for them. I'm just leaving something for one… I mean not any particular one. Just any.. you know, any borrower will do."

Blaine stumbled. He didn't know how much he could trust this woman even if she did know about the Borrowers.

"How.. uh how do you know about the Borrowers?"

The Librarian looked down at him. She had a strange way of looking at people as if she could see right through them.

"Come have a cup of tea with me Mr. Anderson."

"Okay." Blaine said standing up. He followed her back into the little room where they had sat before. Blaine sat in the little chair as Miss Hummel-Davis began to make tea.

"So the Borrowers?"

"Patience Mr. Anderson."

"Sorry." Blaine sat down and waited for her to make the tea. He thanked her as she handed him the warm mug and sat down herself. She took a sip and then her eyes became dreamy as if she was thinking of a time long ago when she was happier.

"I grew up in Ireland. We knew of these thing's in Ireland, there were always legends of the little people. The Sidhe and the nymphs."

"Wait. Do they all exist?"

"how should I know Boy. I only know what I know. I don't believe in anything until I've seen it with my own eyes. That's the best way to be."

Blaine nodded slightly.

"So you have seen them?"

"Of course I have. Now do you want to know how or not?"

"Sorry Mam, I'll keep quiet now." Blaine promised feeling like a chastised child.

"Right. Well I grew up in Ireland with stories of all the other worldly creatures and they were always just stories except for the Borrowers. Because when my Grandma talked of the Borrowers she talked as if she really knew them. She talked as if she had been under the floorboards of her house with them. She talked as if she had climbed up to the cupboards with the little ropes and nicked the crackers and run away from the cats and kept the mice as pets. She talked as if it were all as real to her as her own life was. We left things out for them, foods and clothes and little chairs that my granddad made for them. Then finally one day she said she wanted me to meet somebody. She lifted one of the floorboards and under it was a little house, all the furnisher made out of items we would usually throw away. Things like cotton wheels and needles and matchboxes. My grandma called the Borrower I met that day her brother and I was to call him uncle Dave and never to speak of them. When Grandma and Granddad died I continued to provide food for uncle and then after a year my parent announced we were moving to America. I told Uncle and he meet with the heads of the families. They all decided that they wished to move too. They wanted to stay with their bean family. They wanted a chance to see a new place and start again. Ireland was no longer so kind to them, lots of children spoke of the Borrowers and wanted to catch them, too keep them as pets. So I packed them up and took them all with me. We lived in Westerville but the house was small and so one day I brought them all here. "

"You brought them here?" Blaine said shocked.

"Yes. Do you not listen boy?"

"I was sorry, so they know you?"

"No. The families have changed; those who are still alive from those days are very old. By the time my Uncle died they were settled here, they did not need my help anymore and it was decided that I should leave them be. I still took the job here to watch out for them. Every ten years or so one gets themselves seen. It's easy to convince the children that they haven't. The memories of the stories, those are a little harder to get people to forget but students grow up and teachers move on."

"So why haven't you tried to make me forget them? I thought I was going insane but you tried to convince me they were actually real."

"Look at me boy. I may be healthy but what do you think the likelihood of me living another ten years would be? Somebody has to know they're here. Do you really think you'll ever be able to forget something like this?"

Blaine shook his head.

"No, I'll never forget him."

The Librarian's shrewd eyes narrowed. Blaine froze when he realized what he'd said.

"It's that way already is it?"

"What way?" Blaine asked.

"Oh you'll know soon enough."

Blaine shook his head. Could this woman not speak in straight sentences?

"So you told me because you need somebody to look after them when you're…"

"The words dead, you learn not to be afraid of it once you pass eighty."

"Dead." Blaine said. "I think you may have chosen the wrong person."

"I think I chose the exact right person. You had a choice, you could believe to be insane, deny what you had seen, ignore what you had seen…"

"He really wouldn't let me ignore him."

"Or you could believe it and let your view of the world shift slightly. With children it is easier, but with teenagers they already believe they know how things are, it takes a certain type of person to allow their world view to change."

"Bu, I don't want to stay at Dalton my entire life. I want… I don't know what I want exactly. But I wanted to move from Ohio, perhaps study music."

"All that is needed is to make sure that no part of this building get demolished. You can go half way across the world and still check the school's website."

"I can do that." Blaine said thoughtfully.

"Become part of the Alumni committee and you will get to know all major changes going on at the school."

"I can do that too. And what do I do if part of the building is to be changed."

"You have to tell them."

"How?"

"There is always a way."

"You can't be more specific?"

"Seriously. You children, nowadays you just want to be spoon feed everything. No imagination. I need to lock up Mr. Anderson."

Blaine took the hint. He finished his tea and once again thanked Miss Davis.
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Blaine was sat at the computer. He smiled what he saw on the screen and pressed the buy now button. It would be the perfect thing for Kurt. The final way to make up for holding him in a box for a day, it would probably end his guilt where the fabrics just made him feel slightly less bad.
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On Sunday morning Blaine returned to the Library and found that the note was still there the but the rest had gone. He smiled as he pulled the note out and saw a tiny scribbled K in the corner. That night he placed some more of the materials under the chair. The final lot went out on Monday night and on Tuesday he left the last of his ruined tie.

At eleven on Wednesday night Blaine finished up his history homework. It had been a busy day. Wes had been determined that the Warblers practice and re practice the songs they were going to sing for regional's. He had kept them for almost four hours despite the fact that all the boys grumbled and told him they had homework to do. Wes could be an absolute task master at times.

Blaine threw his pencil down on the desk and rubbed his aching neck. He let out a long sigh and got up. He brushed his teeth and washed his face and happily collapsed into bed. He thought that he had finally caught up with all of his classes. He turned over and switched off the light ready to sleep.

Within one minute of turning off the light he jumped straight back up again. He could hear a voice. A beautiful voice, quite high pitched but crystal clear and note perfect as it sang.

"Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game"

Blaine switched the light back on and jumped to the floor to look under his bed. Kurt was not there.

"Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes: and leap!"

He was singing to him from beneath the floorboards. Smiling to himself Blaine got back into bed and switched the light off again letting Kurt sing him to sleep.

"It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I am defying gravity
And you wont bring me down!

I'm through accepting limits
''cause someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know!
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost
Well, if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!

I'd sooner try
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you wont bring me down!

I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity and you bring me down
bring me down!
ohh ohhh ohhhh!"

The song finished and Blaine turned over onto his side.

"Thank you." He said quietly.