Kurt sighed as he buried his bruised face in his pale hands. The jocks had decided to make his life a living hell once again. The
only refuge that he seemed to have these days was the girls' bathroom in McKinley. He was just so tired of being picked on.
The bullying had begun in middle school, where he was brutally teased for his high-pitched voice and flair for fashion.
Reaching out, he was surprised when his hand seemed to push into the mirror as if it were made of water, not glass.
Summoning his courage, he climbed into the mirror, and was amazed at what he saw. A beautiful ray of sunshine hit his
porcelain skin, highlighting the bruises on his face, and he blinked, surprised at the sudden ray of light. He was no longer
standing on the chipped tiles of the bathroom, but on soft dirt, and small patches of clover. It did not look like Lima, however,
because the air was filled with strange insects such as bread-and-butter flys and rocking-horse people eating marshmallow
pies. He walked forward unsteadily, his Dr. Martens sinking into the ground. His glasz eyes took in the scenery, growing wide
with wonder. Suddenly, he turned around, having the uneasy feeling of being watched.
AN: Feedback would be very welcome, as this is my first fanfic, please no flames though.