Three weeks later Tracy and Liz found themselves chatting on a park bench while Kurt and Blaine played house in the sandbox.

"So, what are your plans for the Fourth of July?"

"Oh, I don't know." Tracy looked over to Blaine and Kurt, "Cooper is going to spend the night at a friend's house and Tom usually has an office party but we decided not to go this year."

"Why don't you all come join us at our house?" Liz reached over and patted Tracy's knee excitedly.  "The boys can play together and we can have a grill out. It will be really fun."

"That sounds fantastic. Count us in."

Liz smiled sweetly at Tracy before turning back to the boys.  Kurt and Blaine weren't the only ones who had gotten a new friendship out of their trips to the coffee shops.  Ever since they met Tracy and Liz would take weekend trips to the mall or spend their nights on the phone exchanging gardening tips like they were two best friends back in high school.

Suddenly Kurt and Blaine come running over to Tracy and Liz.  Tracy looked down at her son's knee and noticed that there is a large scratch there.

"Oh Blaine, darling, are you okay?"

"Ya, Mommy, I'm fine."

"Do you want me to kiss it better?"

"No thanks, Kurt already kissed it. It feels much better now."

Blaine reached over and grabbed Kurt's hand.  The two boys stood before their moms with intertwined fingers showing off their toothless smiles.

Tracy and Liz shared a quick glace before they smiled with each other.

The following Friday was the Fourth of July.  Blaine was running up and down the stairs double checking that he has everything for Kurt's house because he was going to spend the night for the first time.

While they are leaving the house Blaine put on his backpack and tucked his teddy bear under his arm before climbing into the back of the van.

"Now, Blaine, you know if you need anything at all tonight you can call us, right?"

"Yes, Mommy. But don't worry, Kurt said that I can hold his hand if I get scared."

"That's very sweet of him, isn't it?"

"Yes. Kurt's my best friend." Blaine smiled and turned to look out the window.

Before Tracy and Tom stepped up to the door at the Hummel house Blaine was already reaching on this tip toes to hit the doorbell.  It rang and within five seconds Kurt was answering the door.

"Blaine!" Kurt pulled Blaine up into the house and into a hug. "Come on! We can play in my back yard!" Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him through the house out the back door.

Tracy and Tom stepped through the front door and greeted Liz and Burt and brought the brownies they had made into the kitchen.

"Can you imagine if our sons hadn't met at the coffee shop?" Tracy wrapped her arm around Tom's waist proudly.

"I'm glad that they found each other. I think Kurt really needed a friend." For a moment Tom caught a frown cross Burt's face as he spoke but it was quickly replaced with a smile.

"I know." Tom reached over and patted Burt's shoulder, "They're really are lucky."

All of the adults shared a quick smile before they each busied themselves with filling their plates with food and leaving to gather on the back patio.

Burt, Liz, Tracy, and Tom all sat around laughing and enjoying the fireworks going on around them while Kurt and Blaine were sitting in the grass under one of Liz's side bushes.

"Kurt, can I ask you somethin'?"

"Of course, I'm your best friend, you can ask me anything."

"Well, it's just, do you think it's weird that we hold hands so much?" Blaine watched as Kurt's eyes grew with sadness before he quickly continued, "I like holdin' your hand, Kurt. But yesterday Cooper was teasin' me about how I like holdin' your hand and he never holds hands with his best friend and he told me it was weird."

"But, I don't want to stop holding your hand, Blaine. I like how I feel when I hold your hand."  As if he had to prove his point Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand and looked up shyly through his eyelashes.

"Really? Good." Blaine sighed in relief, "Cause I like holdin' your hand, too. I just wanted to make sure you didn't think I was weird or nothin'."

"I don't think you're weird." Kurt let out a little giggle, "Besides, your brother holds hands with his girlfriend, doesn't he?"

"Oh ya, he does!"

"So, you don't have a girlfriend to hold hands with, and neither do I. So it's okay that we hold hands."

"So, if I never get a girlfriend and you never get a girlfriend, does that mean I can always hold your hand?" Blaine looked down at his shoe while he finished the question.

"Of course! Besides, I don't want a girlfriend. I like having you as a best friend instead." Blaine looked up and met Kurt's hopeful eyes.

"Yea, me too."

Kurt and Blaine lay down next to each other in the grass with their fingers still intertwined.

"Kurt! Blaine! We are going to start lighting fireworks!"

The two boys got up and sprinted over to their waiting parents.

Both of their dads decided that this year they were old enough to help light the fireworks. Burt took Kurt's hand in his to help him guide the hot punk to the wick.

"Okay, now once it starts sparking you gotta run, okay?"

"Don't leave me, Daddy."

"I'll be right here."

Together Burt and Kurt leaned down over the waiting firework and slowly worked their hands towards the wick.  Once it started sparking Burt grabbed Kurt and ran them back to the others before putting him down and facing him towards the fireworks again keeping his strong hands on Kurt's shoulders.

"Watch this, buddy."

Kurt looked up in the sky and watched as the fireworks went off.  He looked back down at the small cardboard box that was setting on the ground and he couldn't help but wonder how something so beautiful could come from something so small.

In that moment Kurt learned two things: 1) Don't judge something based on looks alone and 2) good things come in small packages.

"Kurt, look what you just did!" Blaine ran up to Kurt pointing to the sky, "It's so pretty."

"I know!"

They smiled at each other and looked back up at the show which quickly came to an end.

"You're turn, Blaine" Tom walked up to Blaine with a punk and firework in hand.  Blaine hooked tightly to his side and put his hand under his daddy's just like Kurt had.

Kurt thought that the fireworks that Blaine got to help make were even more beautiful than the ones he made.  Kurt spent the next half hour in his own little world imagining all the great things that are out there for him just like fireworks.

At nine o'clock the parents sent Kurt and Blaine up to Kurt's room to go to bed. After they said goodnight Kurt and Blaine crawled into Kurt's bed together and all the parents went back downstairs to continue their night.

"Blaine, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." Blaine turned on his side to face Kurt who mirrored his actions.

"You know how your brother has a girlfriend, right?"

"Ya..."

"And you have a mommy and a daddy and I have a mommy and a daddy?"

"Mhm..."

"Well, have you ever thought about if someone had two mommies or two daddies, or if your brother had a boyfriend and not a girlfriend?"

Blaine was silent for a long time and Kurt started to get nervous that he had chased his new friend away already.

"I've never thought about it. But, can you do that? I mean, everybody needs a mommy and a daddy, right?"

"Ya, I guess you're right." Kurt rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. "It's just that, sometimes I wonder why it's like that, like how come there aren't any stories about a prince and a prince? Cause you and I are best friends, and we do everything together, but my mommy never tells me stories where there is two boys."

"Hmm." Blaine pursed his lips while he thought about what Kurt had said.  He thought for a long time.  Right as he was about to answer Kurt he looked down to find him asleep.

Blaine rolled over onto his back and pulled the covers up to his chin.  He hated being the last one asleep.  When he is at home and Cooper falls asleep before Blaine he crawls into bed with him, or he walks down the hall to his parent's room.  There is just something creepy about being the last one awake in a big house, especially now that he was in someone else's house.

Finally he rolls over to face Kurt again.

"Kurt," he tried whispering his name, "Kurt? Kurt." Finally he reached over to shake Kurt's shoulder.  Kurt's eyes fluttered open and he turned to face Blaine.

"Are you okay?"

"Kurt, I'm... thirsty." Blaine lied. He didn't want Kurt to think that he was a coward.

"Oh." Kurt looked around for a moment. "Want me to get you some water?"

"Can I come with you?"

"Sure. Come on."

The boys tiptoed out of Kurt's room and down the stairs. Their parents were still out on the back patio talking when they reached the kitchen.

Kurt walked over to the counter and gripped the edge before he pulled himself onto the top.  He opened the cupboard carefully pulling down two small plastic cups.

"These are my special cups.  You can use one tonight if you want to."

"Really? Thanks." Blaine's eyes grew as he looked closer at the cool designs on the side of his cup.

Kurt walked over to the sink and pulled a step stool onto the mat on the floor climbing up the two small steps to fill the cups in the sink.

They sat in the kitchen drinking their water before Liz came in from outside and spotted the young boys in the kitchen.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?"

"We got thirsty," Kurt explained as he finished his water and put his and Blaine's cup in the sink and grabbed Blaine's hand.  "We're going back to bed now.  Love you, Mommy."

Kurt pulled Blaine along behind him up the stairs as Liz gave them both a small kiss on their hair as they passed.

Back up in Kurt's room Kurt crawled under the covers and next to Blaine.  Right as Kurt was about to let sleep take him over again Blaine spoke up.

"Kurt, I.... I'm scared." Kurt sat up and rested on his elbow looking at Blaine.

"What are you scared of?"

"I don't know I'm just scared."

"Well, when I'm scared I go into my parent's room and cuddle with my mommy."

"Me too.  But now I'm at your house and my mommy's room isn't down the hall."

"Well, I can cuddle with you if you want."

"Really?"

"Ya. I mean, I'm your best friend, right? And best friends make each other feel not scared."

"Okay, thanks, Kurt."

Kurt lay down and placed his hand around Blaine's waist.

"Do you feel better?"

"Ya, I do. Goodnight, Kurt."

"G'night, Blaine"

When Liz came to check on them before she went to bed she found Blaine resting his head on Kurt's chest and Kurt's arm around Blaine. She smiled at the two boys, closed the door, and went to bed.