A/N: I don't own Glee (Ryan Murphy and Fox do) or anything else you might recognize here (like Disney!) but use them here with love.

Training, compressed into a week's whirlwind of learning the Disney way of doing things, how to sign their specific characters' autographs (or, as Kurt put it, Forgery 101), lessons on how to walk and act as a 'fur' in general (with smaller sessions for specific characters), and finally 'faces' training for those lucky enough to get the parts, was finally over. Kurt and Rachel agreed that it was the most exhausting week they'd ever had.

They sat on the bus in from the college student apartments, sharing nervous smiles and alternating between chattering and nervous silence.

"We're gonna do it, Kurt," Rachel whispered. "First day out, and we both get to be 'faces'. Are you nervous?"

"No, not at all, what could go wrong?" Kurt snarked quietly. "Sunscreen failure, wardrobe malfunction, heat stroke, being squashed or groped in character. It'll be a breeze!"

"Kurt," she quietly whined, brows furrowing. "You're really not excited?"

He smiled gently at her. "I am, Rach. It's just, I can't shut out the worst case scenario part of my brain. I mean, I know 'Cedes gave us great advice, and the training went on and on and covered even more. But okay, I'll admit it, I am excited. And scared."

"I knew it," she whispered, smiling back at him. "I mean, we know our movies in our sleep -"

"Putting it mildly," he reminded her.

"And we're both performers. Performing for people who will be excited to see us, and wanting to see us fulfill their dreams. I mean, some little girls dream of meeting Princess Jasmine, and Peter Pan is one of the most iconic characters they have!"

"Too bad they don't live in the same story," he mock frowned at her. "At least here."

"We do get to do our first character breakfast together," she pointed out. "And dinner."

He leaned into her and reached over to squeeze her hand. "All right, Rachel Berry, I promise to borrow some of your effervescence."

She smiled up at him and leaned into his shoulder, snuggling in. "Any time, babe."

Mercedes met them as they entered the building where they would transform and leave soon after to start their day.

"You two are gonna do great. I mean, 'faces' first day out? That's pretty sweet. Of course, you won't get to talk much or do much, but it's a great intro." They both nodded their agreement. Soon they had all hugged, made arrangements to meet up at the end of the night, and Rachel and Kurt parted to go get in full character for their first day as live performers.

Gina remembered Kurt from his first day, and herded the group doing the Magic Kingdom breakfast together, lining them up for the bus ride in and ready with words of advice.

"You all look fantastic. Go ahead, take a look at each other!" She beamed with an almost parental looking pride as her rookies took a moment to admire each other. "Now, this group is about a 25/75 split, so that means only a fourth of you are doing this for the first time. Section leaders, step forward for a minute," and a small group broke away to stand beside her. "Take a good look, and remember them. More importantly, who can tell me what else to keep in mind?"

Kurt suppressed a groan, not wanting to play 'school' but knowing that Rachel would do it for him, as evidenced by her hand flailing in the air inches from his nose.

Gina smiled at Rachel, now the Princess Jasmine, and pointed to her. "Go ahead."

Rachel beamed back. "Remember that the character attendants are present for all events, and that they're there to help."

"You got it. You're never alone out there; you will always have Cast Mates and attendants. And always remember: we're here to make the magic come alive. So, go make some magic!"

They all clapped, then proceeded to load into the two buses waiting outside for them. The 'furs' got to carry their heads, as this was a behind the scenes area, and the windows of the bus looked opaque from outside. They'd be let out behind the scenes as well, but Kurt was amazed at how, even for him, this surreal scene in front of him felt just a bit magical too. Rachel studied his face as he looked around, and Snow White laid a hand on her arm.

"Excited?"

"I really am," she giggled nervously.

Snow White inclined her head and looked at her earnestly. "Remember today. Remember how excited some of those kids are going to be, and the first time you feel that thrill of bringing your character to life for them, right in front of them. And have fun," she added.

"Thank you," Rachel breathed. "Do you still?"

Her lips curved upwards gently, accented by the deep red lipstick she wore as her character. "I really do. You'll see!"

Kurt looked around him, feeling like it was the first day of school all over, and he was the clueless freshman. Most of the people around him seemed to know each other, and it was easy to pick out the newbies: the veterans were either talking to their groups of friends or napping – a surprising number of them were doing that. He looked outside as the palm trees and rows of flowers flew by, and smirked as he looked down on his lap. He wouldn't have picked any of these shades of green, and he picked for a moment at the bright green tights. Thanks to the Wardrobe Department's attention to detail his did fit, but the stretchy polyester seemed like it would get hot in a hurry. He leaned his head to the side as he considered the fabric, and recalled being told that these did have an equivalent of SPF 100+ protection. He took his hat off for a moment, immediately reaching up to smooth his wig.

He remembered Ellie, who'd done his finishing touches this morning to his hair and makeup, had cooed over his natural hair. "This," she'd said, working her fingers through his product-less hair (a firm rule when wearing wigs here in Mouse Central), "is a great head of hair you've got here. You know," she said thoughtfully, as she began to ready his head for the auburn wig, "if you let it grow a bit longer and color it right, you could get cleared to forgo this" she said, patting the wig into place and fastening it with a bit of special product.

"You mean so I could look like Peter Pan all the time?" he'd snarked. "Tempting."

She'd laughed out loud at that. "Don't knock it like that! You might change your mind you know."

"And Disney World might freeze over in July too," he'd muttered.

"I heard that," she teased. "But don't worry, I won't tell Gina."

He studied his feet for a moment. He had to salute the people who'd made these ridiculous shoes as comfortable as they were. It made sense, since unless they were on parade they'd walk around or stand in them a lot, that they felt like lightweight hiking boots. Ghastly greenish brown color, he winced, but then it wasn't like he'd wear these out clubbing.

A few seats away one of the 'fur' team leaders smiled, paying attention to the new recruits, hoping they all remembered enough of their training to avoid heat stroke. His character head was stashed in the upper compartment with the other heads (making the interior of the bus look really strange from some angles, he always thought), and he was glad for this time when he could sip his water in peace and breathe fresh (sort of) air.

"Hello, what's your name?" Kurt kneeled down to be able to look the shy little boy in the face. "I saw you wave to me from over there," he told him, with the air of one sharing a great secret.

"Michael," the tiny boy whispered, then looked up at the man sitting beside him.

"Really?" Kurt grinned at him. "I have a friend with that name!"

"I know," Michael nodded his head. He produced a sturdy spiral-bound Disney autograph book for him. "Would you sign my book, please?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to," Kurt answered him. "Good thing Wendy taught me how to sign my name!" He accepted the boy's pen and signed 'Peter Pan' boldly, and looked at it a moment, pleased with the result. He looked around the room quickly, and saw that the activity had died down, that things were quiet for a moment. He turned to the small boy and shared a conspiratorial smile as he raised an eyebrow. "Do you remember how I find Neverland when I'm flying?"

The boy nodded enthusiastically. "Second star to the right, and straight on 'til morning!" Kurt saw the man smile proudly at the boy, and saw too his mouthed 'thank you'.

"That's right," Kurt said. "I have something special I can do for you. Wanna see?" The boy squirmed and looked for a moment like an impatient puppy. "Okay. Watch." He reached into a pocket on his belt pouch and pulled out a gold pen, and drew three stars onto the page where he'd signed his name. The gold from the gel pen gleamed as it dried.

"Daddy, look! Three stars!" Michael said, the first words Kurt had heard him say above a whisper. "One for me, one for you, and one for Peter Pan. Thank you!" And he lurched forward to hug Kurt.

The boy's father caught Kurt's look of surprise, but then he hugged the little boy back, staying in the hug a moment longer until the happy dad took a picture. He leaned back on his heels moments later. "You're welcome. Have fun today. Oh, and if you see Tinkerbell, tell her I'm looking for her, okay?"

"I sure will," Michael said firmly, "I won't forget."

"Good." Kurt "Maybe I'll see you later," and he got up and waved to the father and son.

Buzz Lightyear smiled under his 'head' and moved on to greet another family. Gina may be right, he thought: this Peter Pan was indeed something special.

A/N: Hello, and thank you, all of you reading this story, and especially those of you who have reviewed, favorited, and/or followed. I hope you continue to enjoy. Any guess on who Buzz is? Hint: sadly, Tigger is a tall character, and while he would have loved to be him for those times he's not a 'face', he's still happy to be Buzz Lightyear, who's 5'7" to 5'8". Also, he's not usually on 'fur' duty, but as a team leader he finds it's easy to observe new Cast Members with the big head on (so they don't know he's doing it).