Not one of his professors had ever mentioned this as a possibility when they discussed the challenges facing today's educators. Drugs, violence, gangs, complete and total disdain for teachers (meaning himself)… these were the things college prepared Will Schuester to face. He could spot, and was 1 for 2 in dealing with, really scary schoolgirl crushes, knew how to console a freaked out teen who had just discovered he was going to be a parent, then later found out that was not the case at all and most of the kids didn't seem to actively loathe him.

Okay, so Sue Sylvester seemed to constantly be devising new and more vicious ways to sabotage Glee club and he had to admit that the reign of terror she had presided over at McKinley High was unprecedented and impressive in it's own sick, twisted, evil fashion. Briefly, he wondered if Sue was behind this latest…he didn't even know how to categorize this, but he doubted even she would be able to manage something so….

Clearly, drugs were involved, because he was seeing things and he knew he hadn't intentionally taken anything…so, yeah, he wouldn't put it past Sue to drug him, but she was more of a slow poison type of person, not whatever hallucinogen this was. Terri was more of an OTC decongestant and NyQuil sort of woman and he hadn't seen Sandy Ryerson lurking around campus lately, though Ken Tanaka did buy from him….

All this flew through Will's mind as he stood at the front of the Glee room, staring at his kids…One moment, the chairs had been filled with the usual, fresh faced teenagers, laughing and chatting, the next….

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!"

It was odd hearing a little, mohawked boy of about six swear so vehemently. Obviously, being small had not affected Puck's personality as he processed the situation and reacted in a spilt second, whipping around to stare at the other members of the Glee Club, who also seemed to be missing a decade or so each. He moved so quickly that he tumbled off of his chair, unused to the equilibrium of a child's body.

Oddly, and fortunately, the clothes that they had been wearing had all shrunken down as well. Everyone was upset enough without clothing drama. Rachel, tiny, loafered feet dangling in the air, was hyperventilating in her seat. A chubby, pint sized Finn was staring at his small hands, forehead crinkled in thought while Artie speculatively poked his legs with a finger. Tina, Matt and Mike all seemed to be frozen, staring at each other, mouths opening as if about to speak, then snapping closed silently. Kurt, who now looked a bit like an actual Hummel figurine, and Mercedes appeared to be poking and pinching each other to see if this was real. Quiet tears were streaming down Quinn's cherry cheeks and Santana looked to be stuck between shock and anger.

Only Brittany was acting as though nothing abnormal had happened, but maybe she simply hadn't notice yet. Sometimes Will envied that girl.

There were scuffling sounds as Puck righted himself, cussing a blue streak, and peered over the back of the chair in front of him. In any other circumstance, the round, brown eyes and mini Mohawk peering over the ugly orange plastic would have been comical, but this was…he had no idea what this was.

Shaking himself, Will said, "Puck, stop swearing. Rachel, calm down before you faint. You two, stop pinching each other….Quinn, don't cry. This is…It will be fine. I promise."

"FINE! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS FINE!"

Puck still seemed to be the only one capable of speech and he was very loud. At least Rachel's gasping had slowed.

"Why are you so upset?" Brittany asked, peeking over at Puck, normally innocent expression even more cherubic that usual.

This stirred Santana from her shocked daze and she spun so quickly he ponytail swung around and whapped her in the face. "If you haven't noticed, Brit, we're all kids!"

The blond shrugged. "So? We find the witch that cast the spell, and make her fix it."

Again, Will envied Brittany and wished it were only that easy to fix whatever the hell this was.