Kurt rang the doorbell and stood outside of the Anderson residence. He had been coming to Blaine's very often lately. The two were becoming closer with each visit. After a moment, the door unlocked and swung open. Cooper stood on the other side, and smiled warmly at Kurt when he saw him.

"Hey there little brother," He said to the pale boy. "Blaine's upstairs, you can go up to see him if you want."

Kurt looked up at the tall 18 year old. Cooper looked more and more different every day. A bit older, and a bit more mature. His hair was perfection and it made Kurt's heart flutter a little when he looked at the older boy's ice blue eyes. He thought he could stare at Cooper's face all day.

After hesitating a little, he finally nodded and slipped around Cooper. He shuffled quickly up the stairs, trying to remain calm.

This seemed to happen with increased frequency as Kurt visited the house. To him, Cooper was like a Disney prince. In the back of his mind, something told him something about it wasn't completely normal. He had never seen a prince fall in love with a boy before, only pretty girls. In fact, he never had seen two boys together before. Always moms and dads. Never two dads or two moms. Well, aside from that one time at the store a few months back. It made very little sense to him.

Kurt pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. He never lingered too long on those topics. It often made him uneasy and very, very confused. As he approached the other rooms, he heard the soft tones of a piano. Curious, he walked over to where the white instrument stood. On a stool sat Blaine. His feet swung in the air, for they were not long enough to reach the floor yet.

"I thought you weren't allowed to touch the piano?" Kurt greeted Blaine. The boy jumped a little at the sound, but relaxed when he saw it was only his friend.

"I know, but I just love the sound it makes. Coop taught me how to play a few songs a few months ago, and now I've been trying to teach myself when my parents aren't home." Blaine bit his lip and put his hands in his lap. "I'm getting better I think, but I can't really tell."

"Can you play something? I can tell you if I think it's good." Kurt smiled at Blaine to encourage him.

"Yeah, okay. I think I can do that." Blaine placed his fingers on the keys, pressing a few to figure out which notes to play. After a few faltering key strokes, Blaine began to play a simple, stripped down version of a familiar Disney song. Aladdin had always been a favorite of Blaine's. It reminded him of Kurt's house. When the two were younger, they would watch it once a week in Kurt's playroom. Sometimes it would play in the background while the boys did something else, and sometimes they would sit quietly on the floor together watching every move the hero would make.

When Kurt recognized the song, he began to sing softly.

Take you wonder by wonder.

Over, sideways and under

On a magic carpet ride

A whole new world

A whole fantastic point of view…

The music suddenly stopped and Kurt glanced over to where his friend sat. Blaine was staring wide eyed at Kurt. The blue eyed boy shot Blaine a questioning look.

"You don't sing like most people," Blaine finally commented. Kurt's face fell. Did that mean it was bad? Maybe next time he should sing more like Aladdin instead of Jasmine.

Blaine immediately noticed his friend's expression. "N-not bad I mean. It's beautiful actually."

In an instant, Kurt felt better about himself. Grinning, he stepped over to the stool Blaine sat in and sat down. "Well, I think you are really good at the piano," he told the younger boy.

The two sat together for a while. Blaine was testing out the instrument, trying to remember how some songs sounded, and then making that sound come from the piano. His tongue stuck out a little from his mouth and his brow furrowed in concentration. Meanwhile, Kurt sat on his hands and hummed along whenever he could distinguish a song.

Cooper stuck his head in the door way, "Hey guys, mom's supposed to be home soon. Make sure you aren't in here when she gets back."

Blaine frowned and looked over at Kurt. Kurt, however, didn't return the gaze. He was too busy making doe eyes at Cooper. The teen, oblivious as always, winked at Kurt and turned to leave. Blaine noticed this small interaction and folded his arms across his chest. Cooper just had to come in here and make Kurt like him more. Everyone liked Cooper more. He was older, smarter, and a better singer than anyone. To the little boy, it looked as if his brother was going to take Kurt away from him.

After the brunette snapped back to attention, he noticed Blaine's scowl. "What?" He questioned.

"Nothing Kurt," was his reply.

Shrugging, Kurt hopped off of the chair, "Okay, I should go home now. It's getting dark."

Blaine shoulders relaxed a little. He was upset with Kurt, but he still cared that he was leaving. "Alright. You'll come back tomorrow? You didn't get to stay very long today."

"Sure," Kurt replied. Blaine walked him to the door, and gave him a quick hug before he left. After he had shut the door behind him, Blaine returned to his room, slightly irritated.

"Hey squirt! Time to get changed for bed."

Blaine made a face. Why was Cooper allowed to tell him what to do? It wasn't fair." Seething, he changed into his PJ's and was soon ready for bed. That night, he did not sleep as calmly as usual.

The next day, Kurt got onto his bike and made his way back to the Anderson home. It was only a couple of streets down from his own. As he pedaled, he noticed some wildflowers growing on the side of the road. He brought his bike to a stop, and let it fall down into the grass.

Most of the flowers were white or yellow. While the petals were small, they all seemed beautiful in their own way. Kurt gathered a bunch in his hands, arranging them nicely. He added in a few green sprigs like he had seen the florist do before. Satisfied with his bouquet, he tied it off with a piece of grass and turned to leave. As he did so, a pink flower caught his attention. It was completely different from the usual weeds that were scattered around. He kneeled down next to it and carefully plucked it from the ground. This flower definitely deserved to be alone, separate from the rest.

Kurt went back to his bike, picked it up, and got back on. It was a bit of a struggle to hold the flowers and bike at the same time, but he managed. Soon, he arrived at Blaine's house. He rang the bell, and Cooper answered as always.

"What a surprise, it's Kurt," he said cordially.

Blaine was sitting on the couch and waved over to Kurt. Kurt returned the gesture, and then glanced back to Cooper.

"I thought you would like these," Kurt thrust the bouquet into Cooper's hands. The older boy looked really confused, and then grinned in amusement. Clearly this little boy had a crush on him. It was adorable and hilarious at the same time. Cooper took the flowers from Kurt and leaned down to hug him.

"Why thank you Kurt, they're gorgeous." After a moment, he stood back up, and walked over to the kitchen to find a vase.

Blaine had witnessed the entire interaction. He was not happy at all. He was mad at Kurt for giving Cooper the flowers, and he was mad at Cooper for taking them. He settled himself deeper into the couch and hugged a pillow to his chest. When Kurt came to sit near him, he didn't look up.

"Blaine?" Kurt tapped his shoulder.

"What?" he snapped.

"What's wrong? Why won't you look at me?"

"Because I don't want to look at you right now, okay!" This came out harsher than Blaine had intended. He had actually screamed at Kurt. He thought about taking it back, but decided not to. It wasn't he who should have been apologizing.

Kurt tensed next to Blaine. Getting yelled at was normal, but not by Blaine. Blaine was always there when the other kids at school would pick on him after school. He never would have thought his friend would have turned on him too.

"Fine," Kurt spat out. He was hurt, but didn't intend on letting Blaine see that. He stood up, and began to march towards the entrance. He then remembered the pink flower he had been holding in his hands, the one intended for Blaine. He looked at it, and considered stomping it into the floor. Instead, he tossed it onto the coffee table in front of the curly haired boy. Blaine didn't look up; his head was buried in his pillow.

Kurt turned away again, and left the house. Only when he was halfway home did he begin to show signs of how upset he was. He bit back tears and pedaled home.

As soon as Kurt left, Blaine raised his head. Kurt was gone. He wanted Kurt to himself and now he was actually gone. He smacked himself on the head with his pillow. Idiot he told himself. A flash of color caught his eye as he was about to bring his head down for the fourth time. Looking up, he saw a beautiful pink flower. Kurt had to have left it there; no one else had been in the room.

He slid off the couch and picked up the small plant. He turned it over in his hands, and noticed that it had begun to wither. He rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a glass out of the dish washer. He filled it with water and placed the single flower into it. Sadly, he stepped up the stairs, and to his room. After he placed the container on the windowsill, he sat back. He wished more than anything that Kurt was still with him.