Blaine hesitantly approached the little house on the end of the street, his eyes wide as he tried to see through the windows. He could see flashes from a TV, and a shadow of a man walking around. Dragging a bag of his things behind him, he went up to the door and held up his hand, but he didnt knock. He nervously bit his bottom lip, hearing Kurt squeaking from within. He was saying something that Blaine couldnt make out, but his voice was still so pretty.

Lifting his hand again, he knocked a few times, and then he pulled away. After a few moments, heavy footsteps thudded on the floor, and the door cracked open. The man from the car was on the other side, a newspaper in one hand. He raised his brows at Blaine, "Well, hey there. Youre that kid from the other day, arent you?"

Looking at the ground, Blaine nodded. The man moved aside and let him in, and he glanced in the main room, where Kurt was twirling around in circles. Sleeping Beauty was playing on the TV, and he seemed to be dancing to one of the songs. He stopped dancing when he spun toward Blaine, and his blue eyes widened. "Blaine!" He scurried over to him, prancing in a circle around him. "Hello." At Blaines startled expression, he giggled and whirled again, kicking up one of his feet. "Do you want to watch Sleeping Beauty with me?"

The man, who had left the room, walked back in with a pop can in his hand, "Dinners almost ready, hon." He glanced at Blaine as he sat down in a recliner, "I take it your names Blaine?"

Kurt giggled again and tangled his fingers in Blaines hair, "Hes nice, Daddy. Hes going to sleep over." Holding onto Blaine, Kurt looked at the TV again and saw Phillip spying on Aurora as she danced with the owl. He plopped on the fuzzy blanket that had been laid in front of the TV, so Blaine lowered beside of him.

Kurt seemed fascinated by the movie, smiling when Phillip took her into his arms. His cheeks brightened and he wrapped his arms around himself as if pretending he was getting a hug from a prince. Blaine wasnt nearly as interested in the movie as he was in watching Kurts excited expressions as they danced in each others arms. Raising his brows when Kurt nearly fell over as he scooted closer to the TV, Blaine quirked half a smile at how adorable he looked.

A few minutes later, his dad got back up and returned to the kitchen, then he called, "Come on in, boys. Dinners ready."

Scrambling to his feet, Kurt paused the movie but seemed reluctant to leave it, his dancing eyes staying on the frozen image of Aurora resting her cheek on the princes shoulder. Blaine got up with him, and Kurt looked at him, quickly wrapping his hands around his arm. They walked into the kitchen, where his dad was setting a table. He had fixed a simple dinner, burgers and salad.

Blaine helped Kurt climb into a chair, and then he took the one next to him. His dad sat down opposite of him, still eyeing Blaine. He took a burger and put it on his plate, while Kurt munched on a piece of lettuce. "Youre the Andersons youngest boy, arent you?"

Nodding, Blaine grabbed the salad bowl and put some on his plate. The man raised a brow at him, "You know, Im really glad youre here. Not a lot of kids will..." he glanced at Kurt, who was distracted by pouring dressing on his salad, and he cleared his throat, "hang out with him because hes different."

Blaine wondered what he was referring to, what he meant by Kurt being different. He was more beautiful than anyone else, Blaine was certain of that, and he had a prettier voice, but Blaine saw nothing wrong with him. Kurt finally looked up and blinked a few times, realizing he was the center of attention. "Whats wrong?" He said softly, and his dad shook his head.

"Not a thing, honey." Burt took a bite of his burger, then looked at Blaine again. "You know, Kurts mom and his aunt are coming to visit in a few weeks. They usually try to make a trip over here whenever his mom gets time off Broadway. You think youll want to see them?"

Kurts smile widened, "My maman is so nice. Every time I see her she gives me a new tiara to add to my collection. And my aunt gives the best hugs."

Blaine pressed his lips together, "Okay."

Burt added, "Kurts mom is French. He has a long line of family from there. Shes been singing on Broadway for years. Shes been begging for us to move down there with her... and I know Kurt would love it." Shrugging, he shook his head, "I might get around to it one day. But, you know, wed have to sell the house, and I have my job. The timings not right."

Blaine swallowed another piece of lettuce, looking at Kurt again. He was nibbling on a carrot, then he lifted his head when his dad pushed away from the table. "Well, I think Im going to finish the game in my room then go to bed." He walked over to the sink and put his plate away, then returned to Kurt and bent over him to kiss the top of his head. "Goodnight, honey. There are cupcakes on the counter, and you know where the rest of the snacks are. Dont stay up too late... and be good to Blaine." He reached over and scrubbed Blaines curls, "Dont let him scare you off, okay?"

"Goodnight, Daddy!" Kurt chirped, wiggling out of his chair. He scurried over to the sink and struggled to put his plate in it.

Blaine quickly finished chewing and got up, following him to the counter. He put his plate down and stood with Kurt, who didnt stay still for long. He hurried back into the living room, so Blaine followed on his heels. Kurt was circling around his overnight bag, "Do you want to change into your pajamas and go to my room?"

Blaine nodded, and Kurt pointed at a room a few feet away. "Thats the bathroom. Ill get you a cupcake while youre gone. I made them all by myself!" Kurt ran away from him, leaving him alone.

Taking a deep breath, Blaine picked up his bag and went into the bathroom, shutting himself inside. He reached in his bag and found a toothbrush, so he quickly scrubbed his teeth and spat into the sink. He found his pajamas on top of their story book and slipped out of his clothes. Pulling on a dark shirt and blue sweatpants, he swung his bag over his shoulder again and walked out, nearly bumping into Kurt.

He hopped up and down at the sight of him, holding out a pink cupcake that was dripping with gooey icing. "I put extra sprinkles on this one for you." He purred, giggling as Blaine took it and licked the top. "Do you like it?"

It was very good, sweet on Blaines tongue, and he dropped his chin. Laughing again, Kurt took Blaines open hand and tugged him toward a staircase. "My room is down here." They went down the staircase and Blaine looked around, seeing pink and white everywhere. The little rug by the bed was pink and fuzzy, and his vanity was white. The sheets on the bed were dark pink.

Kurt scrambled over to his bed and hopped onto it, snuggling under the blankets. He patted the spot beside of him, and Blaine climbed in beside of him. Curling up against Blaines chest, Kurt said softly, "Are you sleepy?"

Blaine shook his head, reaching for his bag and pulling their story book out. "Can you read to me?" He whispered, and Kurt smiled and took the book from him, opening it to the next chapter. "Kurt?" He said before Kurt started reading, and Kurt looked up at him, his eyes very round. The dull lights made the blue slightly darker, so beautiful in his pale face. "Why... did your dad say you were different? I see nothing wrong with you."

Kurt flushed, and he rubbed his cheek against Blaines shoulder. "Thats very sweet of you. He said I was different because..." he touched his silver nightgown, "because I wear dresses. Ive been called mean names, but I like wearing dresses. I like feeling like a princess. It makes me happy... so Im not hurt by it."

Blaine held Kurt closer, "I think youre pretty in dresses."

Kurts cheeks got even brighter, and he sighed. Laying his cheek against Blaines heart, he held up the book and read, "The next day, the Beast visited Beauty. He didnt understand her, so he asked her why she agreed to stay with him if he looked so awful. He admired her bravery. He let her out of the dungeon and told her she could explore his castle, but she couldnt go in his room."

He turned the page and showed Blaine a picture of the two of them slowly starting to bond over idle talk. "But somewhere not far away, there was a mean hunter who wanted the Beasts fur as his own. He was very cruel and would stop at nothing to end the Beasts life."

"What happens?" Blaine muttered, alarmed by the twist in the story. "Does the hunter kill the Beast?"

Kurt smiled at him and caressed his jaw, "Let me read, Mr. Impatient." Turning back to the book, Kurt started on the next chapter, "The Beast and Beauty were slowly becoming friends. They were unsure and nervous about each other, but they understood each other. She told him how she felt like such an outcast, and she knew that he was unwanted by the villagers."

Kurts voice suddenly got softer and his lids started to droop, "But they loved spending time with each other, just the two of them in a world of their own, unlike any other..." He sleepily yawned and batted his lashes, but his eyes slowly closed. He rested against Blaines chest, snoozing within moments. His breathing got softer and his lips parted, the book draped across his chest.

Smirking at him, Blaine carefully reached for the book and put it aside, then bundled him in his arms. He laid his head on the pillow and tried to sleep, but he liked watching Kurt, who was very lovely in his sleep.

Taking Kurts hand, Blaine followed him into a small, warm home that smelled of cinnamon and apples. He shut the door behind himself, looking at the pictures of Kurt on the wall, most of them of him as a pudgy, pink baby. Blaine thought he looked very cute. When Kurt left his side to go into what looked like a living room with a small TV and a couch, Blaine walked a few steps forward, stopping by a kitchen.

He glanced down at some markings on the doorway, noticing a few lines slashed above one another. Kneeling beside of them, he ran his fingertips over them, then saw Kurts name above the lines. He had always been tiny, just barely taller than Blaine as a child.

He got to his feet again and went over to a staircase, going up a few steps and then turning his head toward the living room again. Kurt wasnt there anymore. Feeling something brush his jacket, he looked over his shoulder and spotted Kurt on the step below him. "Whats up here?" He asked quietly.

"Thats my bedroom." Kurt pointed to a room off to the right. "Would you like to see it?" He wrapped his fingers around Blaines arm and tugged him up a few more steps. Padding over to the door, he pushed it open and wandered inside, standing by the edge of his bed as Blaine explored.

The room was very tiny, the ceiling almost at Blaines head, and the floor groaned under his heavy footsteps. It was covered in pink, the walls so light of a pink that they almost looked white. Little roses had been painted, scattered on the walls. A pink rug was under his feet, and the sheets on the bed were pink. Blaine smiled at how much this room was exactly like Kurt.

Turning around, he stared at the bed, which Kurt had crawled onto. The bed wasnt very wide or long, with pink silk draped across the posts as a canopy. He looked away again and returned his attention to a dresser, a white one with roses carved into it. It had a music box on top of it, and he carefully opened it.

A ballerina popped out, spinning and dancing to a soft tune. Below the ballerina was a pile of jewels, necklaces and earrings and bracelets. "That belonged to my maman." Kurt said softly, "My aunt let me keep it because she doesnt wear jewelry."

Blaine dug through the fragile chains and rings, then he closed the box and opened one of the drawers. He found a few outfits meant for a child, dresses and skirts with bows and frills. Closing that one, he slid another out and raised his brows at a couple of toys. He found a blue bunny and a baby doll, one with black curls and red lips. It looked like it might have been Snow White.

Below those were books, all of them in French. He took them out and flipped through them, pictures of old fairytales on some of the pages. He got to the last book and tilted his head, remembering that image of a Beast hovering over a rose in a glass. Putting the rest back, he held onto that story book and carried it over to Kurt.

The bed wasnt nearly big enough for the two of them, and Blaine had to take Kurt in his arms and lay him across his chest. "This book..." he opened it, trying to understand why he felt so attached to it.

"This was our story book." Kurt smiled at one of the pages, touching the worn out paper. It was obviously aged, a few of the pages starting to fall out and the corners yellowing, but he still seemed fond of it. "I used to read this to you when we were young." He flipped another page, "Yes... I remember. You got so excited to hear every chapter."

Blaine furrowed his brows, seeing brief images of a little boy sitting down in his lap and holding this book. "I think I... remember. Its been so long ago."

Kurt sighed and shook his head, "More than twelve years." Caressing Blaines jaw, he twisted around and kissed his cheek, "I wish more than anything that we had stayed together. I had loved you, Blaine... I do remember that. You made my heart skip a beat."

Nuzzling Kurt with the tip of his nose, Blaine muttered, "But Im happy I found you again. We got to fall in love with each other all over again, sweetheart." He held Kurt closer, glancing at the book again, "Can you read a chapter to me?"

Kurt turned the book to the first page, running his fingertips over the words. "Why dont you read to me?"

Frowning at the French words, Blaine shook his head, understanding only a few of them. "I cant. I dont know how."

"I can teach you." Kurt pointed at the first sentence, mouthing it very slowly. "Il était une fois."

Blaine lowered his brows, concentrating on the first word as he mumbled through what Kurt said. "Il... Il ét-" He got caught on the second word, and he felt Kurt squish his cheeks.

"Roll the word with your tongue." He murmured, giggling when Blaine tried but ended up garbling through something that sounded nothing like English or French.

Blaine tried one more time and finally managed to get it, and he read through the next sentence with a little struggle. Kurt seemed happy with his reading, even when he stumbled over words. He looked at the pictures as he turned each page, watching as Beauty fell in love with the Beast.