My name is Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.

Before I delve it to the tale I am about to reveal, I should tell you a little about myself first.

At this moment I am 24, living in an apartment in New York City, of all places, working a full time job that I could have only dreamed of when I first entered McKinley. I have an amazing fiancé who I share said apartment. Did I forget to mention that the rest of my colleagues, not that I really call them colleagues in our line of work, whom I've known since my junior year of High School (yes, we work together now too) share the same floor as I do? The chaos and daily explosions have become something I don't think I could live without. Life couldn't be more perfect.

But you probably don't want all of these details just yet, all will be revealed in time.

I came from the small town of Lima, Ohio where the people are as ignorant and stubborn as rocks and the town is as boring as watching grass grow (Literally). We have a population of about 2,000 and are surrounded by miles and miles of cattle pastures. So… it's pretty isolated there.

Lima, itself, is divided into two social classes, the normal class for people like me and my dad and then there was the Upper East Side, the rich patrons – lawyers and doctors, that kind of thing you know. Most of the time these two classes never interacted, or even came to understand the other; there was no feud or standoff occurring between the two groups of people by any means; in fact it was all very harmonious… there was just no reason to interact with each other. The kids there all went to more prestigious boarding schools around the state and the adults worked long hours. When I grew up all of the teenage population was shoved into the hell hole known as William McKinely High School and the adults worked boring jobs with little passion. But sometimes there were exceptions.

And that, dear curious readers, is where this story begins.

High school is the worst, prejudice and hate runs free for all who do not fit into a certain social standing. The constant weather forecast there is constant showers of coloured ice, a particular favourite to the ruling jocks in the school. Outcasts like myself would seek shelter where ever we could, avoiding the more powerful like the plague to spare ourselves – not that I found it ever worked; the only openly gay kid in all of Lima was target number one.

Glee helped a little, I know it makes me even more unpopular than before, but at least, at the end of the day, there's someone there to help me clean off after a slushie or make sure I'm okay after a particularly strong shove.

But looking back on these memories I realise now that we were never a family, or even real friends. We saw what we wanted from each other, a warm body and a singing voice that would keep the club protected. I never realised how wrong all that had been, all the drama, the using of each other and then the backstabbing if such a moment arose, until I had found a family based on respect for each other, who loved each other for their whole selves.

Then there was her… the very reason I'm writing this tale for you, dear reader. Never have I had a strong connection to my saviour in this tale, in fact for the most part of my life I've barely ever tolerated her obnoxious personality and disturbing clothing choices. What I never knew, or would have accepted some time before this tale truly begins is that I could never have asked for a better friend… sister… or hero. Because she is all of those things to me now. She saved me from making the most disastrous decision of my life; picked me up when everyone I thought cared about me left for better opportunities and protected me from my own family, opening her own to me instead. She listened to my problems when I thought no one could hear, she looked past my appearance to see the real me when I thought everyone was blind. And I can't thank her enough.

Lima is a small town with very little to do, making it a dull and unexciting place. However, if you know where to look your life might just change forever. Not that I'm complaining. Through my adventures I attained my dreams, the best family I could ever ask for and my soul mate.

This is the story f how my life was changed for the better after a certain loud brunette and her merry band of Lost Boys pulled me away to a place we like to call Neverland!