Contradictation: Here is chapter 2, I hope you guys liked the first one, even it if was sad, I hope you like this one. Let me know what you think.

Remember, I do not own Glee.

Kurt was groggy when he opened his eyes, at first the light blinded him and it made him groan. He wondered where he was. He could hear people talking but it was all mumbled. He tried to open his eyes again and noticed that the room was dimmer and that he was able to open his eyes. He looked around the room. The room was like nothing he had ever been in before, the roof was golden and had giant Christmas balls hanging from the ceiling, he noticed that he was sleeping in a bed with red and white striped polls and the blanket covering him was red velvet with white trimming.

"Kurt, are you awake?" the speaker was kind, and when he looked up and noticed an older lady wearing a red dress and a white apron. She had little black shoes on and her hair was blonde.

"Where am I?" he asked and tried to get out of bed.

"Sweetie," she took a seat on his bed, "What was the last thing you remembered?" she asked.

"Sebastian and me were walking on the trail up a head of our parents when the ground cracked and it got cold, I tried swimming but it was hard, I can remember Sebastian trying to help but that was it." Kurt told her, his voice wavering. He looked up at her, "Am I dead?" he asked.

The lady gave him a sad smile, "To your parents and friends you are," Kurt started to cry. "Then why am I here?"' he cried. "Why can I talk to you, where am I."

The lady moved closer to Kurt and pulled him into her arms, "Sweetie, once in a while, someone special will grab a special spirit and bring that special spirit here. This someone Special thought that you were special enough to come visit him and to live with him with all the other special spirits." She explained.

"Where you a special Spirit?" he asked. The lady smiled. "Yes, I was a special spirit just like you." She stood up and opened the drawer beside Kurt bed and held out some clothes. "There is another Special spirit that would love to meet you." She said.

Kurt nodded and grabbed the clothes, the shirt was dark green long sleeved, with a red vest with red piping and buttons. The pants were black as well as the shoes and the socks were the colour of Candy canes.

The lady gave him some privacy to change and came back when Kurt was ready. She smiled at the boy and led him out of the hospital like room and down the halls. He kept close to the lady, but was also taking a look around. He noticed that there were others in the building; they were all smiling at him while the older ones gave sad smiles.

"Here we are," the lady said and knocked on the large double doors.

"Come in," a Deep voice said and together the two walked into the room.

Kurt was amazed by room; there were toys and gadgets everywhere. Christmas decorations lined every wall and the fireplace was bigger than anything he had seen before. "I brought Kurt," the lady said and walked to stand beside the Man in the chair.

When the Man looked up Kurt was stunned, there sitting in the chair was Santa himself, Santa gave Kurt a smile and had told him to take a seat.

Kurt speechless nodded and took the seat across from the man. "You're Santa Claus," Kurt said and Santa nodded.

"Yes, Kurt, I am Santa, and this lovely lady that brought you here is Mrs. Claus." Santa explained.

"Why am I here?" That was the only thing that had popped into Kurt's mind.

"Kurt, like my lovely wife explained earlier, I sometimes choose very special spirits to come join me here at the North Pole. I have been watching you lately and I knew that you were special, Special enough to help me here." He explained.

"You knew I was going to die?" Kurt asked his lip trembling, he wasn't sure if he liked Santa anymore.

"Oh, Kurt, Everyone eventually passes on right?" Santa asked, Kurt nodded, "Even if you were 60 years old I would still request your spirit, I couldn't predict what could have happened, but I wanted to give you second chance of life, the only possible way that I could." Santa explained. He had gotten out of his chair and was now crouching in front of Kurt.

"Does this mean I'm an elf?" Kurt asked. Santa gave a smile and nodded.

Kurt, curious, reached up and felt his ears; he was not surprised that his ears were pointed. He looked back at Santa. "Does that mean all the other elves here are elves people that have passed away and were special enough to be here?"

"Yes, each person here is someone that we felt could use a second chance at life." Santa explained.

"What would I be doing here?" Kurt asked, he knew nothing about building toys, he did know the different parts of cars, could sew and Bake, but she wasn't sure if there was anything here that he could do.

This time it was Mrs. Claus who spoke. "What would you like to do here?" She asked him.

Kurt thought of all the possibilities in his head, he remembered seeing dolls and bears wearing vest and dresses. But there was also the smell of baking as they walked here, and not to forget the toy cars that some of the children were testing. "I don't know."

Santa gave a chuckle, "You know Mrs. Claus here could use some help in making the outfits for the kids who outgrew them, and would you be interested in working with her and some of her helpers?"

Kurt nodded giving Mrs. Claus a smile, she reminded him of his mother.

"Come along Kurt, I will show you were the others are." Mrs. Claus said and led him out of the room.

Santa sat back in his seat and pulled out a sheet with a picture and a name at the top.

Smythe, Sebastian Harold.

Age 8,

Born April 17, 1993.

Status: Nice

Updated: November 14th, 2001.

Christmas Wish List:

Black Two Person Sled

A Puppy

The Grimm Fairy Tale Story Book

To be Friends with Kurt forever and ever

Santa placed the list down, and stared at the doors where Kurt Hummel had left with his wife. When he went to grab Sebastian paper again he noticed a large change.

Smythe, Sebastian Harold.

Age 8,

Born April 17, 1993.

Status: Nice

Updated: December 5th, 2001.

Christmas Wish List:

To Have My Best friend Kurt right beside me, playing with me again and Opening Present on Christmas and to be my side forever.

Santa had to place the letter back down on the table, his heart heavy. He pulled away from his table and walked out the double door and looking over the balcony where all his elves were working. Many time before he had read letters of the friends of some of his elves asking for their friend back, it had never fazed him before, and try and he might, it was the one wish he could never give a child.

So then why did this request feel different the all the others?