"Come on Kurtie! You move sooooo slow!" Blaine was bouncing at the top of the stairs, impatiently waiting for Kurt to make his way up. Kurt looked up at Blaine and grinned. His friend was running back down the stairs to meet Kurt in the middle. Blaine took Kurt's hand and nearly dragged him up the stairs.

Kurt hadn't been to Blaine's house in a long time. It was big, much larger than the Hummel's two bedroom home. Everything was neat and organized. The banisters shined as if they had been recently polished, and not a single fleck of dust could have been found in the home. It was chic, modern, and picture perfect. No one would have guessed that the house contained a teenager and a small child, unless they stepped into Cooper Anderson's room of course.

Blaine dropped Kurt's hand at the top of the stair and bolted towards his room. Kurt padded softly behind him. He became distracted with an ivory grand piano he could see though one of the doorways. Kurt stood in the hallway, his eyes glued to the instrument.

"KURT!" Blaine hollered from his room. "Come on!" Spinning on his heel, Kurt hustled into Blaine's room.

"You have a pretty piano," Kurt greeted.

"It's my daddy's," Blaine said, "I'm not 'apposed to touch it. I don't know why I can't, nobody uses it anyway." Blaine looked away, but quickly perked up when he remembered why they were there. "Look Kurtie! I got a new Spiderman toy!" He was ecstatic. Picking up the action figure from his bed, he brought it over to Kurt. "I love Spiderman, he is the bestest superhero in the world."

Kurt touched the toy's arm. "It's very pretty," he admired.

"I want to be him for Halloween next week. Maybe if I get the costume I can be like him and shoot webs from my hands!" Blaine ran around the room, pretending to swing around on his imaginary webs.

Kurt laughed at his friend. "I don't know what I want to be for Halloween yet," He said to Blaine. "Maybe I'll be Peter Pan, so I can fly too." Kurt's eyes glazed over. He was thinking how fun it would be to fly though the air, high up in the sky where nothing could touch him. Since that spring, Kurt had been sad a lot of the time, and he wanted nothing more to get away from it. But, he had his dad, and Blaine. He couldn't leave them behind. So he didn't think about flying away as much as he had the weeks after his mom died.

Blaine noticed that Kurt wasn't paying attention anymore. He hated it when Kurt was upset. He loved him as much as he loved his brother Coop, and it hurt him to see Kurt like this. He tried to think of something that would make him happy again.

After thinking for a moment, Blaine's face lit up. "Kurt! Kurt! I know what we can do!"

Kurt snapped out of his reverie and looked at Blaine questioningly. "Okay," he responded slowly.

"Yesterday my mommy and daddy got dressed up to go to a fancy dinner; maybe we can dress up too and pretend to eat!"

"That sounds like fun," Kurt squealed. The two of them rushed to the master bedroom.

"This is mommy's and daddy's closet," Blaine gestured towards a large walk-in. As the younger child stepped into the room, Kurt hung back.

"Are we supposed to be in here Blainers?" Kurt shifted from side to side.

"I don't know, maybe?" Blaine looked over his shoulder at Kurt, "it's okay though, nobody is home but Coop."

Looking slightly uneasy, Kurt walked in. The second he saw the long, beautiful dresses, and rows of shoes, his uneasiness was immediately replaced with wonder. "Look at it Blainey, it's so pretty."

Blaine was too busy pulling down a jacket to respond. After tugging on the sleeve for a little, the jacket fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. He laid it out and stepped back, trying to decide if he liked it enough. Finding it acceptable, he picked it up and slid it on. The hem reached down to his calves and the sleeves were at least six inches too long.

Kurt, meanwhile, had glanced at the suits, but then decided to instead wear one of the dresses. They were much more colorful and interesting. He chose a short, soft, maroon dress that was a stark contrast to his milky white skin. Despite the fact that it would have been pretty short on Mrs. Anderson, it reached Kurt's ankles and swished as he walked. He spun around in circles, feeling the dress move with him.

"That's beautiful Kurtie," Blaine complimented. After a moment, Blaine went over to the ties and tried to find one that he liked. He began to reach for a soft yellow one when Kurt spoke up.

"I think a bowtie would look better," he mused. He stepped next to Blaine and picked up a red and navy striped tie. He handed it to Blaine, and the younger boy took it without hesitation. He wrapped it around his neck and held the two ends. Blaine had absolutely no idea what to do from that point. He stared for a while until Kurt noticed.

"Here, let me try," Kurt said, reaching for the fabric. Blaine let go and Kurt began twisting the tie in an attempt to make a bow. After a moment, he stepped back and tapped his chin. "I think that's good enough."

The tie was a knotted mess. The two boys looked completely ridiculous. At that moment, Cooper decided to come out of the isolation of his room and followed the noises he heard coming from the closet. He knew Kurt and Blaine were up to something, and this could not be good news. Peering into the small room, he immediately bent over laughing.

"What? What on earth are you two doing?" he spluttered out.

"We're getting ready for a fancy dinner and party," Blaine said while crossing his arms and sticking his nose up at Cooper. The teenager sat down on the floor and wiped the tears from his eyes. He took in the sight, never wanting to forget this moment.

"Dad is going to have a heart attack when he sees this," Cooper mumbled. He glanced at Kurt, who was busying himself with finding a pair of shoes. Cooper then gestured to Blaine, "come here squirt, let me fix you up a little."

After positioning his little brother in front of him, he rolled up the sleeves of the jacket so Blaine's hands were visible, and untied the bowtie.

"No!" Blaine yelped when he saw his brother undoing the careful knots Kurt had just made.

"Calm down, I'm just going to tie it the right way," Cooper said calmly. Two minutes later, the bowtie was perfectly done, the jacket was buttoned up, and Blaine could at least walk again.

"What do you think Kurtie?" Blaine asked, hands on his hips.

"I think you look very handsome," Kurt responded. "I 'specially like the bowtie. You look nice in bowties."

Blaine's chest swelled. The compliment made him feel happier than he had in a while. He thought to himself that he needed to wear them every time he saw Kurt. Cooper, meanwhile, bit his lip, holding in the laughter that was bubbling up inside again.

"What about me?" Kurt asked his friend.

"I like it!" Blaine exclaimed with a broad grin.

"Alright, alright okay boys," Coop interrupted, "as amusing as this is, we've gotta put all of this back before dad gets home." Both of the boys' faces fell immediately.

"Do we have to Coop? We didn't even get to have a pretend dinner." Blaine whined.

"'fraid so. How about this, you guys change really fast, and I'll make Mac and Cheese for a real dinner."

"Mmm, my favorite," Kurt rubbed his belly.

Within minutes, all of the clothes were back where they had originally been, and the three boys clamored down the stairs. The two younger boys sat themselves down at the table to wait for the Macaroni.

As he pulled down a pot to boil water, Cooper made a mental note to pick up some kid sized bowties the next time he went to the mall.