Blaine's Grandmother was energetic for her age, and she still had beautiful long white hair that she tied up in a bun. She wore round sunglasses, and a knitted old dress with an old fashioned cloak.

Blaine was dragged into stores one by one with his Grandmother, and he was getting really tired, he was not used to so much walking, but he loved that his Grandmother took such good care for him. She didn't know that he liked boys though like his parents, maybe that's why.

They stopped by at the Food court, and she let Blaine pick out anything he wanted. He was hesitating, and didn't do anything for a good 10 minutes as she noticed.

"For heaven's sake child, do you get a say in anything you do?"

"No mam,"

"Call me Grandma Blaine,"

"Yes Grandma,"

Blaine's Grandmother sighed.

She kneeled down.

"I'm so sorry I haven't paid as much attention to you as I should have, I thought you were doing well on your own, I know my son is extremely harsh, and that's why I can't stand coming over, because it hurts me to see that he turned into the person that was not somebody I raised, I'm not angry with you okay boy? You're allowed to choose whatever you want to eat,"

Blaine was speechless. His eyes were as wide as an owl and he broke down crying.

His Grandmother was shocked. She couldn't understand how anyone could treat this perfect little angel so badly to make him frighten of her.

She pulled him into a hug.

"Hey! What's wrong, why are you like this? Has he done anything physical to harm you?" Blaine breathed in the scent of her old fashioned leather cloak.

Blaine knew she meant his father but he shook his head. Cooper had told him about the punches outside, but his father never touched him, he didn't even come near him.

"I…I'm bad," Blaine whispered looking around so no one else could hear. He trusted his Grandmother like he trusted Kurt. She was his only true family besides Cooper. Blaine hadn't been able to stop thinking about Kurt.

"No you're not,"

"I…I like…,"

"What do you like?" His Grandmother raised an eyebrow.

Blaine couldn't say it. He didn't want his Grandmother to hate him too.

"I…like ice cream,"

She smiled.

"What flavour?"

"Chocolate?" He asked starting to feel hungry despite the fact he was going to tell her something important.

She bought him the chocolate ice cream and watched him demolish some of it. He glanced at her expectantly, waiting for her to say it, but she didn't.

"What?" His grandmother asked tilting her head slightly as he stared at her.

"Aren't you going to tell me to slow down?" Blaine asked confused.

"Normally I would, but in your condition I don't blame you for eating so fast," She chuckled.

"Coop always tells me I got to eat slowly or I'll be sick,"

His grandmother frowned a little at the name but she appeared to be thinking.

"Does Cooper always get what he wants?" She questioned.

Blaine didn't answer at first.

"Blaine, you can tell me anything," She reminded. Blaine nodded.

"Yeah…"

"What's Cooper like to you,"

"Well…he brings me food, like sometimes mommy and daddy are so mad at me I have to stay in my room, so he gets me sandwiches or other stuff because I have not eaten in a long time," Blaine neglected to mention the cup cakes in case he got in trouble again.

Blaine's Grandmother thought for a while.

"Do you like Cooper?"

Blaine nodded.

"He's there when I really need him,"

"But he's not there all the time?"

Blaine shook his head sadly.

"Mommy doesn't like us talking,"

His Grandmother nodded.

His parents didn't like him doing a lot of things. She decided to worry about that when they got home.

"Well listen here Blaine, we are going to go in that store over there 'Sheets and Things', it has a lot of nice little Bow ties, that I know you liked to wear when you visited me when you were 5, you don't have to wear them if you out grown them, and maybe they might have some of those suspenders that'll make you look like a handsome young man, what do you say we go check it out? How do you feel about school?" She added as they walked towards the store, Blaine still licking his ice cream.

Blaine nodded.

"I love bow ties, and I want to go to school," He grinned.

"Good," She smiled.

"Come on, we'll talk about that later," They went inside and the lady at the register with the name Terri on her shirt stared at them.

"Excuse me Ms, but he isn't allowed to eat food in here," Terri glared at Blaine, who instantly looked at his shoes holding his unfinished icecream with a serviette around it.

His Grandmother didn't look too pleased.

"Look if he spills the ice cream, I'll pay for whatever damage it does," She reasoned.

Terri narrowed her eyes than nodded.

"Fine, you may go in,"

"Thank you," Blaine's Grandmother said leading him in. Blaine finished his ice cream, without dropping it much to Terri's relief…and they explored the store.

They found a few good shirts with different coloured bow ties in them and his Grandmother told him to go try them on, she waited outside for Blaine looking at more bowties in a different area. Blaine walked in the boys change room and asked another lady for two hangers…as he was looking for a spare room, he heard a familiar voice.

"Don't worry dad! This is the last one I swear!"

"Fine…I'll be at the counter when you're ready Kurt, but hurry up! Finn and Carole can't wait outside all day,"

Blaine turned around mouth agape as he saw Burt Hummel and his beautiful gorgeous Kurt standing there right in front of him. They hadn't noticed him yet, so he quickly dashed inside one of the last empty rooms at the end.

His 10 year old heart was racing.

Kurt Hummel was here. What do you do when the boy you have been crying over for months just reappeared?

Kurt was approaching; he could hear him muttering something about too many closed rooms. Blaine heard him approach his room finally and pulled him inside. Kurt was about to scream when Blaine put a hand to cover his mouth.

Kurt's eyes went wide when he realised it was Blaine.

They stared at each other.

"Kurt…" Blaine whispered.

"Blaine? What…"

Forgetting about the future, forgetting about the past, forgetting about his parents, or his Grandmother who was still outside or Burt that was waiting impatiently for Kurt. He couldn't contain the beating of his small little heart that was pouring out feelings for the beautiful boy in front of him.

Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt.

Forgetting about consequences.