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.

That went pretty well, Blaine thought, removing his head once he was safely back stage. No major slip-ups or kids getting sick all over anyone (though of course he remembered that breakfast was usually the safest meal of the day in that respect) and no one tripped over anything, or worse, knocked over a guest.

He loved being Buzz Lightyear, especially indoors. Like any other 'fur' costume, wearing it outdoors in the Florida summer weather was a horror, but indoors it was merely steamy. But Buzz' costume had fun working buttons on his wrists and chest, and kids were usually ecstatic if he let them push one of them. Of course, like the other orientation team leaders today, he was in 'fur' to better observe the new Cast Members. Gina had covered this quickly but efficiently, as she did most things: the newbies knew the team leaders would be giving them feedback when they assembled in one of the oversized conference rooms in a few minutes.

She caught his eye as she walked down the long hallway towards him, wearing a bright smile. "Hi, sweetie," she greeted him.

"Hello, Mother Superior," he smiled back. He didn't make her wait. "It was good," he said, nodding his head. "No slip-ups, no one tripped, and some of the new 'faces' are really impressive."

"Of course they are," she smiled serenely. "Anyone stand out for you?" She watched him and saw what she could have easily missed: a fleeting, faraway smile on the face of one of her favorite summer crew members.

Blaine swallowed, and she giggled as she watched him practically shake himself back to the conversation. "Yes!" He held out a hand, enumerating. "There was the new Princess Aurora, very kind to the guests, very old-school Hollywood-looking. Princess Jasmine was great, very into her character, and very good at dodging an older brother of one of the little girls when he tried to get her to put her phone number in his cel phone. She kind of just focused on the little girl and her parents, but then at the end smiled at the brother and charmed them all before she went on to the next table." They continued walking towards the drinks station on the way to the conference room. "And our new Pooh Bear is very good, a natural mime."

"I think you're leaving someone out," she said in a stage whisper.

He spun around to face her. "What makes you say that?"

She rolled her eyes and smiled indulgently. "For one thing, I already heard about him from Gerry." Blaine sighed. Gerry was a good guy, but he was a huge gossip. "For another, I have eyes, you know. Beyond having all of you as my minions." She stretched out her arms and giggled.

"Well, for one thing, I was saving the best for last," Blaine protested. "For another, didn't I warn you about letting Gerry put ideas in your head?"

She patted his arm, shaking her head at the pout he had assumed. "Don't pout as Buzz Lightyear, you'll make me spill my coffee laughing. And I do know better than to buy everything Gerry says. Now tell me all about him."

"Okay, well he's a natural for Peter Pan. I mean, born to play the part," he gushed. "He has this cute elfin face that's totally perfect, I mean make-up can only do so much. But the best part is how he is with the kids. He gets down to their level right away and makes it look totally natural, and he's able to talk with them in a way that even the shy kids aren't scared of. He was flawless, honestly. I mean, he was a tiny bit shy at first when kids would hug him, but he got good at that quickly, and I don't think anyone but us would have seen that."

She studied him, wondering if he had any idea if he knew how he looked when he talked about him – she corrected herself, looking down at her clipboard – Kurt Hummel. No, she thought, Blaine was excellent at being in character himself, but when he wasn't, those eyes and that face betrayed everything. "I did hear he had some contraband," she murmured, wondering what he'd say to that.

Blaine blushed, and she thought he looked like a little boy who'd been caught, and he said in a rush, "Geez! But, I mean, it was in character for him, and -"

She laughed, holding up the hand holding the clipboard to stop him. "Blaine, breathe. I'm going to allow it. Especially since he evidently gifted his friend with some contraband too. You theatre kids and your good luck charms! I heard he didn't use it all the time, and that when he did he just added a few small stars to his autographs." She smiled fondly. "Stars and Peter Pan? Sure, I'll allow that." She lowered her voice and teased him, "did you think I was going to give him detention or something?"

"Are you nervous?" Rachel whispered, scooting her chair closer to Kurt, rubbing her hands on her arms in the chilly room.

"Are you?" he asked, brows furrowed in concern. "Rachel Barbara Berry, you killed it out there." He smiled at her.

"I just want to get it right," she murmured, looking up as Gina and the team leaders entered the room.

"Me too," he admitted, and fell into silence as Gina walked up to the podium.

"Welcome back," she greeted them with a smile. "I hear it went well." She gestured to the platters of fruit and muffins. "Go ahead and have a snack. You've heard me say it before, but I'll say it again: bananas and citrus, along with staying hydrated, will help you stay vertical out there. So, some thoughts for our new Cast Mates ..."

Blaine tuned her out as he studied the group, seated around large rectangular tables to form one huge rectangle. He smiled at Princess Jasmine, and looked down at his own clipboard. Rachel Berry, from Ohio. He thought she maybe looked familiar, but he couldn't place her, and knew he'd talk to her after the meeting. So, she was pretty tight with his Peter Pan, also known as Kurt Hummel, he noticed, also from Ohio. He smiled right at him then, and lifted a few fingers in a tiny wave.

Blaine felt his heart speed up when Kurt smiled back, bowing his head slightly as he did so. Suddenly a late morning of 'face' duty in Adventureland was looking very appealing.

"How on Earth did you get Phil to switch with you?" Gina raised an eyebrow, looking over at Blaine as they moved their chairs to sit together at the deserted table.

"Maybe he owes me a favor," Blaine said smoothly. "Pleeease?" he pleaded, putting on a boyish pout.

"Fine. You'll have to suit up fast." She consulted her roster for the mid-morning rotation for the group. "And we'll have three new Cast Members to keep track of and watch out for," she smiled, "as if you didn't know."

"Who's on with us?" he asked.

"A fellow Ohioan and Mary Lou," she answered.

"Sounds like a fun morning to me," Blaine smiled, getting up and gathering his things.

"Make it magical," she reminded him.

"Always do," he saluted her and smiled back.

He hurried back to the staging area, and tapped her on the shoulder. "Princess Jasmine?" he asked, in his very best Aladdin voice.

She whirled around to answer him, smiling hugely. He had to admit she looked perfect, and her smile looked genuine. "My prince!" she enthused, bobbing up and down a little.

"As you wish, Princess," he bowed to her, "though today I am dressed as a humble street rat. But I'll be with you to keep you safe, never fear, and I know all the secret doors and escape routes."

"Ooh, this is so fun!" she squealed. "I'm so glad you're my Aladdin," she whispered.

"Me too," he agreed, breaking into a huge smile. He looked around, and a few yards away he saw Peter Pan, paired up with Wendy, who had also been on with him last summer. It was funny, he reflected; as Wendy Sue was calm and collected, occasionally scolding Peter in character, and very sweet. In person, she was a bit of a ditz, snapped at people when she was nervous, and was a huge flirt. He had to admire how good she was at accents, though: she managed to sound slightly British, when in fact her native accent was a Georgian drawl. She was usually okay with the new Cast Members, though, and he didn't think there would be a problem.

They were joined by Mickey and Minnie. Mary Lou nodded to him, put her Minnie head on, and gave him a thumbs up when it was on securely.

"All right," he called out, "smiles, everyone!"

"For the last time," Sue snarked, smoothing out her blue Wendy nightgown, "no one this age gets your weird Fantasy Island references."

Kurt hid his giggle behind his hand. "Um, okay, I did get it, but only because my dad loved that show."

"Whatever, honey," Sue sighed. "Don't encourage him."

Blaine turned his back to the door to address the group. "Time to meet our attendants for this morning. Remember, they'll never be far from you, and they'll be watching to make sure we rotate out for breaks on time. Here they are – Mercedes Jones and Bill Francis."

"What!" Kurt smiled and hurried over to hug her as Blaine watched with a smile. "You didn't tell us you did this!"

She laughed out loud and turned to hug Rachel too. "Well, I don't get out much as Ursula, and hardly ever as Maleficent. I was supposed to do 'furs' like you two will do sometimes, but that didn't work out so great." She shrugged her shoulders. "You know what they say, 'if you can't take the heat, get out of the costume'".

"They say that here?" Rachel asked, looking almost as if she wanted to write it down.

"I say it," Mercedes said.

"Well, when we discovered she was really good with the guests, I suggested we train her to join me," Bill said. He was a middle-aged man with a friendly face. "An idea I'm proud to take credit for."

"Okay," Blaine said, glancing up at the large clock on the wall. "Showtime. Here we go!"

A/N: So, yes, you guessed right, that Buzz Lightyear was indeed Blaine.

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