Kurt was not entirely sure why he was here stuck in the huge attic of the town library organizing old books. Well, scratch that, he knew exactly why he was here, but he still did not like the 'here' part. The library had posted a few signs about town asking for help with organizing old books for the huge book sale it held every year. A lot of older books were being brought up to the attic to be stored away. Kurt thought they should just be tossed out then, but whatever. His father had taken the liberty of signing him up to help out though – said that it would be good for him to help out the town a little. Kurt had, of course, protested quite a bit until Burt had threatened to cut his clothing money. Considering Kurt was saving up for summer clothes shopping there was no way he was letting that happen.

So Kurt agreed to go help out at the library. He would rather be at the mall instead. Mercedes and Tina had planned a trip out that morning and Kurt would have loved to join them. Here he was instead; stuck in a dusty, low lighted attic, surrounded by boxes of old books. The dust kept making him sneeze. At least he had his iPod and his cell phone with him. He had smuggled his iPod dock in – thanking whoever had built the library for having electrical outlets in the attic – and was currently listening to his music on shuffle. Every once in a while he would get a text from Mercedes about some thing or other she had found at the mall. Finn had even texted him at one point, asking him something about glow in the dark shoe laces, but Kurt had chosen to reply to that one later once he was out of here. Maybe, if he was lucky, Blaine might even text him again. They had only met a few weeks ago, but Kurt could not deny that every time he saw a text from 'Blaine Warbler' on his cell phone his heart beat just a tiny bit faster.

It was not much of a surprise that no one else had shown up so far. After all, not many people even came to the town library. Kurt was kind of disappointed he was the only one though. Maybe he should have asked Rachel if she would want to help. She was probably off having vocal lessons or pre planning all her terrible outfits for the next week. If only she would just listen to him once in a while about her attire maybe she would not look like a complete fashion disaster half of the time. Really, some of those knee socks and sweaters just had to go.

Not exactly knowing where to start, Kurt opened up the box closest to him. There were lots of small paperbacks inside. Organizing them would take ages. Sighing, Kurt stood and went about opening all the boxes. Once he was finished he crouched back down at the first box and reached in to start pulling out the paperbacks.

That was when he spotted the box in the furthest corner from where he was at. He caught it out of the corner of his eye. Standing, Kurt went over to check it out. Cobwebs and dust layered over the box and he was sure it had not been touched in over several years if not longer. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Kurt slowly pulled the box out from the corner. It was so light he wondered if there was even anything in it. Reluctantly, Kurt wiped the cobwebs that were on his hands off onto his dark blue skinny jeans. His hands seemed a bit sweaty; how had it gotten so much hotter since he had first arrived? When he lifted one of the top flaps of the box a cloud of dust rose into the air and caused a fit of sneezing. Some dust even got into his eyes and he had to blink rapidly to clear them. Eyes watering, Kurt sneezed once more then opened the top of the box the rest of the way, slowly, and peeked inside. His curiosity grew as he saw what the old box held. An extremely old book, with no writing of any kind on the cover, lay inside. Right next to it, looking like it had just been dropped in, was a thin leather corded necklace with a small silver key.

"Odd." He commented out loud. Reaching inside the box, Kurt pulled the silver key out and examined it. There was nothing descriptive on the key whatsoever. It was just small and silver. He put the necklace around his wrist to keep it off to the side for later – maybe there was something else up here in the attic the key went to; he'd have to look – and then reached back into the box for the old book. It had the musty old book smell that made Kurt sneeze a bit. There was no print of any kind on either the front, back, or spine of the book. The hardcover was greenish gray and fraying a bit at the edges. Kurt opened the front cover of the book and was surprised to see there was no writing on the inside either. It was not until he flipped three more pages in that he finally found something printed in faded black ink. It was a picture. Two old men sat on thrones that were surrounded by images of plants and what seemed to be little fairy like creatures. "Really odd." He was just about to turn the page to see if there were any other images when he heard a slight shuffling sound and felt a light breeze coming from behind him. The sound would not have bothered him as much had it not been for the light breeze. There was only one window in the attic and it was right along the wall semi in front of him, and it also happened to be closed. The library was built out of brick and even though it was old there were not really a lot of cracks in the walls and roof. So how could a light breeze just happen to blow the back of his hair gently? Turning around on his heels, Kurt stood in surprise and shock.

It was as if he was seeing something out of one of those fairy tale stories he used to read a lot when he was younger. An extremely tall, thin, pale and powerful looking woman stood across the room, her eyes watching him with an eerie glow. Whatever she was wearing was covered by a dark, fraying cloak, held closed by a huge clasp like thing near her throat that looked like knotted wood. If her appearance was not creepy enough, her hair about gave Kurt a heart attack. It was straw like – in major need of conditioner, in Kurt's opinion – and graying black, a frizzy mess that surrounded her face. Kurt would never ever leave his bedroom if his hair looked like that all the time. Dark shadows seemed to surround the woman and all the warmth seemed to have left the room.

"Who are you?" Kurt asked, hoping that maybe if she spoke it would get rid of the terrible feeling he had been getting from the silence. The lady did not respond however, just moved forward and drew closer to him. He considered making a run for it but the woman moved too quickly and cut off his chance for escape. This caused him to start panicking a bit and he backed up against the wall, holding his hands up to defend himself. What the heck was going on? "Get away from me!"

Still ignoring him, the woman lifted a thin arm and reached out to place her hand against Kurt's forehead. Darkness edged his vision and then it was like something heavy hit him on the top of the head. Kurt's legs gave out and he crumpled to the floor.

When Kurt finally came to, he was in a small, dimly lit room. There was no furniture and the silence felt heavy. He groaned and sat up on the gray cement floor, holding a hand to the top of his head gently. Everything seemed to shift for a quick second and he had to hold his self steady. There was a really tender spot on the top of his head. Whatever had hit him had been heavy. Once Kurt felt a little less dizzy he looked about the room. There was a door on the other side of the room and it was almost the same shade of the paint on the walls; Kurt's eyes almost swept right on by it.

"What the heck is going on here?" His voice was oddly quiet and it felt like the room just swallowed up the sound. Making sure to move slowly in case he was dizzy again, Kurt slowly stood and made his way over to the door. Thankfully it was unlocked and he managed to get it open despite its heaviness. Poking his head through the opening, he gasped a bit at what he saw.

Two huge wooden thrones sat in the middle of a huge empty room that shone with light from a huge window that covered the entire space of the high ceiling. Thick vines, plants, and odd flowers he had never seen before covered the thrones and it looked like little butterflies were fluttering about. It was not until he spotted the two old men sitting on the thrones that he got an odd feeling of d�j� vu. Where had he seen this image before? It took him a few seconds but then he remembered. The old book! This had been the exact image he had seen printed on that page; though the butterflies here had been fairies back in the printed image.

"Kurt Hummel," a voice came from one of the old men in the middle of the room; the sound echoed in this room as opposed to being swallowed up and deafened in the room he had just been in, "please come in."

Kurt froze a bit at the voice, but then figured there really was no where else for him to go but back into that small room behind him and he did not want that so he stepped forward, shutting the door behind him. "H-how do you know my name?" He asked, curiosity masking his slight fear for a few seconds.

"We know all about you."

Oh Gaga.

"Come closer." The other man spoke in a commanding tone. Kurt could not help noticing both men had distinctive German accents.

Not really wanting to disobey, considering he had no idea what might happen if he did, Kurt moved forward and closer to the two thrones until he was standing right in front of them. Now that he was closer he could get a better look at the two old men. They looked alike, as if they were related, their hair white and long. One was slightly taller than the other, but Kurt was pretty sure it was because the shorter looking one was slouching. So not good for posture, he thought. Their clothing looked extremely old, and odd. Kurt was not even sure what time they were from, and he generally knew more about clothing than anyone else he knew. He was probably going to start going crazy if he let himself believe that this felt like something from a story. Maybe he had just fallen asleep up in that attic and was having a really odd dream right now. That had to be it. He pinched himself just to be sure. It hurt. Damn. Okay, so maybe it was not a dream. After all, it would not have hurt if he was asleep, right? "So, you two know my name. What are yours?" Kurt figured he had a right to know. Although maybe the better question to ask would be 'can I just go home now?'

"I am Jakob," the brother on the left spoke, "and this is my brother, Wilhem." Well, that explained why the two looked so alike. They could not be more than a year apart or so, it seemed to Kurt.

"Okay...so next question." Kurt folded his arms across his chest. He was forcing himself to try and be calm about all this just so he would not start freaking out. "Where am I and how do I get home?" Huh, maybe there would be a simple solution like some nice designer ruby shoes that he could put on and just pull a Dorothy. That would be convenient.

No such luck though. Wilhem lifted a hand and pointed towards the doorway Kurt had just come through. "There. That is the only way you can return."

Kurt turned his head to look but then looked back at the man in confusion. "But I just came from there...it was only a small room."

"It's called the 'Tor'." Jakob informed him. "It...changes a lot, depending on where you're going and coming from. There are a lot of worlds out there besides yours, Kurt, and the Tor can lead to all of them."

Kurt took a few seconds to process that. It was really hard to believe. Then again, he was already here and this was apparently real so this Tor thing had to be real as well. And it was his way home, so he had to give it some sort of faith. "So, you're saying that if I go back in there I'll be taken home?"

"Not necessarily." Wilhem replied. "After all, the Tor leads to many places and it does not always just take you where you want to go."

Great. So he could be stuck traveling to all sorts of 'worlds' if this Tor thing decided it hated him or something. Awesome.

Suddenly there was a loud booming sound and the ground beneath them started shaking violently. Kurt ended up falling over, throwing his arms out to catch himself. He saw something shiny fly out of his pocket. The two men seemed unaffected by the shaking. The light above them started to dim as black clouds rolled over the glass window.

"What's going on?" Kurt yelled out, hoping the brothers could hear him over all the noise.

"It's the Witch!" One of the brothers yelled in response. "You have the key. She must be after it!"

"The key?" Kurt looked down at the ground to find the shiny object that had flown from his pocket. Sure enough there was the small silver key on the leather cord from earlier. How it had gotten in his pocket he had no idea. "Why would she be after it?"

"That's not just any old key, Kurt-" Another loud boom sounded all around them and then a huge crack resounded as the glass above them split through the middle. "Go!" One of the brothers shouted at him. "The Tor will take you where you need to go! Don't let her have the key! Go!"

Kurt was really confused by this point, but they had told him to go and, to be honest, he really did not want to stick around. Things were getting really dangerous and he was only seventeen. No way he was sticking about to get killed by this Witch lady. He wondered if that was the same lady who had knocked him out before. Kurt really wanted to know what was so special about the key, but it looked like he did not have any time to ask. Without another word, he turned and ran back to the door, ripping it open and running inside. The door slammed shut by itself behind him and when he spun around to look at it everything went black and he lost consciousness once more.