"it's been 1 year since you died. I miss you, mama. Have you been getting my letters? Blaine and I write them every time he comes over because last week he and his momma were caught writing to Coop again. His father threw the chair he was sitting on at him. I promised I wouldn't tell but he has a real big bruise on his tummy. But since he only writes them over here now, he doesn't have to worry about getting hit no more. I told him if he gets hit again I'm going to tell my daddy because I'm worried about him. Daddies shouldn't hit you. Daddy likes that I write letters to you. I think his daddy should too.

Coop wrote back today to Blaine. It's his birthday again. He must be an awful good guy to be a GI Joe. Coop even has his own action figure! Blaine showed me it yesterday. Blaine is sleeping over today because it's really sad today and we both want some company. You'd like Blainers. He's real pretty too. Next week is our friendship-a-versary. I've never been to his house though. He says he prefers my house and his parents don't like people over.

Please write back soon, momma. I miss you a lot. I'm sorry for crying on the letter but I don't think you'll mind. I'm being strong for daddy. It's hard.

Love, Kurt.

PS. Blaine has eyes like yours."

Blaine held Kurt in his arms as he let out a small squeak of a sob. He folded the letter and slipped it into an envelope. The two boys held each other's hands as they walked out to the street to slip their envelopes in the mailbox.

"Maybe they can't write back letters from heaven." Blaine suggests.

"That makes sense. I bet their paper is made of clouds." Kurt says and Blaine's head bobs in agreement.

"Watcha wanna do now?"

"Well, when I was littler me and momma used to have tea parties. I'd love to get all dressed up and we'd eat cucumber sandwiches and small little cakes and drink lemonade."

"That sound like lots of fun!"

"It is! I don't have any cakes though but I can make us some sandwiches. But first, you need to change."

"Huh?"

"Follow me!" Kurt grabbed his hand and raced up the stairs, Blaine stumbling after him. Kurt swung open his closet doors and began to rip through his clothes. "Oh! This is perfect! It matches your eyes." Kurt pulled out a golden shirt. Blaine smiled at him. Kurt began to undo his bowtie and unbutton his shirt. Kurt removed the shirt and placed his fingers gently over the big purple bruise.

"Blainers-"

"It's okay, Kurt."

"Please let me tell my daddy. I'll tell him it's a secret."

"I don't think so, Kurt."

"Pleeease." Kurt begged, eyes wide and sparkling. Suddenly Blaine was feeling something he never felt before. His heart skipped in his chest and his cheeks got all hot. He didn't know what it was, but he liked it.

"O-okay." He sighed.

"I promise it'll all be okay, Blainers! My daddy can give you medicine to help you feel better." Blaine melted under the smile on Kurt's face. Agreeing was worth it.

Blaine put on Kurt's shirt and tucked it in. Kurt readjusted Blaine's bowtie and grabbed his hand. They skipped downstairs and made cucumber sandwiches. Kurt grabbed the small kid's knife and cut the bread into small, bite size squares. He placed them all on a plate and handed it to Blaine, who took it outside. Kurt then poured two glasses of lemonade and followed Blaine out.

He placed one glass in front of his own seat and one in front of seated Blaine. He reached around Blaine's neck and placed his napkin in his lap. Kurt then ran around the table to his own seat and put his own napkin in his lap. Kurt reached for his glass of pink lemonade and held it to the sky.

"Hold your pinkie out like this," he instructed Blaine, "Cheers!" They clanked their glasses and took a sip. "OH! I almost forgot!" Kurt raced back inside and grabbed the small iPod and doc. "My mommy used to always play music when we'd have tea parties." He clicked play and Beauty and the Beast began to play. "Wanna dance?"

"I don't know how." Blaine frowned.

"That's okay! I'll teach you! My mommy taught me and when your brother comes back," He lowered his voice to a whisper, "from his mission," he winked, "you can teach him!"

"I dunno…"

"It'll be fun, trust me!" Kurt held out his hand and Blaine took it.

Tale as old as time

True as it can be

Barely even friends

Then somebody bends

Unexpectedly

"K, so first you're gonna put your hand on my waist."

"Like this?"

"Perfect!" He smiled. "Now put the other one in my hand here…"

Just a little change

Small, to say the least

Both a little scared

Neither one prepared

Beauty and the Beast

"Bud, you home?" Burt called and peaked out the window to see the two boys spinning slowly on the grass.

Ever just the same

Ever a surprise

Ever as before

Ever just as sure

As the sun will rise

He felt a tear cast down his cheek as he watched his son happy again.

Tale as old as time

Tune as old as song

Bittersweet and strange

Finding you can change

Learning you were wrong

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes as the boy busily watched his feet to keep himself from tripping. He was cute when he was worried.

"Hey, Blaine."

"Hmm?"

"You're dancing." Suddenly Blaine looked up, and looked into Kurt's sparkly blue eyes and smiled.

Certain as the sun

Rising in the east

Tale as old as time

Song as old as rhyme

Beauty and the beast

Blaine leaned forward and kissed Kurt's cheek. Kurt became a bright red.

"Waz that for?"

"You're my best friend. I see Santana and Brittney do it all the time." Kurt considered this and then returned the kiss, but on the lips. Blaine's eyes were wide.

"C'mon. Let's go watch a movie." Blaine nodded, unable to form any words.

So they cleaned up their tea party, said hello to Burt before racing up the stairs and popping in Beauty and the Beast. They snuggled under the covers, Kurt tight up against Blaine's side. As their song played, Blaine asked,

"Kurt?"

"Yah Blainers?"

"You think we'll always be friends?"

"Forever."

"Forever and ever?"

"Forever and ever and ever." Kurt replied. Blaine smiled and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Burt came in later, turning off the movie and tucking the two boys in, removing Blaine's glasses.

"Night, boys." He whispered, hand on the light switch, "To many more nights together." and switched off the light.