Blaine sat in the grass in his front yard. The tree was impossible for the five-year-old to climb, so he just sat in the grass, appearing to be doing nothing. He closed his eyes and started to hum; it was a song his mom was always singing, one he didn't even know the name of.

     "Hi!" Blaine jumped at the sound of a high-pitched voice. The boy opened his eyes and saw what he thought to be an angel. Blaine stared at the boy in awe, taking in his incredibly pale skin, his chesnut hair, his shining eyes.

     "Um . . . hi . . . " Blaine answered shyly.

     The angel-boy beamed and said, "I'm Kurt. What's your name?"

    Kurt, Blaine thought, What a beautiful name. "I'm Blaine," he replied after a moment. Blaine decided right then that Kurt had the most beautiful, albeit strangest, voice he'd ever heard.

    "Do you want to come with me?" the boy asked, grabbing Blaine's hand. After a moment of staring at their clasped hands, Blaine processed what Kurt had just said.

    "Uh . . . we have to ask my mommy first," the curly-haired boy answered, standing up.

    Excited, Kurt responded, "Okay!" Blaine then proceeded to pull Kurt across the yard to his house.

    When they made it to the door, Blaine looked at the fairy-like boy again, noticing how pretty his eyes were. They were blue . . .  or green. Oh! Maybe they were blue-green! Blaine loved the ocean! Yes, he decided, Kurt has ocean-colored eyes.

     He opened the door for Kurt, who giggled as he walked through."Mommy!" Blaine yelled, "I think I have a new friend!" He didn't want to assume without Kurt confirming it.

     They walked into the kitchen where Blaine's mom was doing dishes. She turned to look at him. "Good for you!" she exclaimed. Then, she turned to Kurt and questioned, "What's your name, honey?" Blaine thought it was funny how his mom called everyone "honey" when they were obviously not edible.

     "I'm Kurt," the pale boy answered, "we moved here tomorrow--I mean yesterday--and I saw Blaine sitting by himself, so I went to see if he wanted to play with me."

     The woman held out her hand and said, "Well, Kurt, it's nice to meet you. You can call me Miss Angie."

     Giggling, Kurt let go of Blaine's hand (much to Blaine's dismay) and shook her hand.

     Blaine's mother cooked for the boys. Blaine sat down at the table and Kurt sat next to him. She served them macaroni and cheese--first Kurt, then Blaine, and, suddenly feeling hungry, herself.

     As they ate, Blaine studied Kurt. Then he remembered why they came here. "Mommy," he said, "Kurt wanted me to come to his house. Can I go?" It then occurred to him that Kurt had never told Blaine where they were going. He seemed to guess correctly, however, because Kurt was nodding.

     "Yeah," the boy said, "my house is right next to yours!"

     Blaine picked up his bowl and put it in the dishwasher. Kurt followed suit. They stood by the sink, waiting.

     "Sure, why not? You boys have fun," his mom agreed. She answered so quickly, which made sense because she was always trying to get Blaine to make friends.

     "Thank you, Mommy!" he said, giving her a hug. The boys started out the door. As soon as the door shut behind them, Blaine hesitantly took Kurt's hand. To his relief, Kurt didn't pull away. They walked slowly across the grass; it wasn't as if they were in a hurry.

     "Do you have any pets?" Kurt was asking, "We don't. We had a cat before but now he's in the sky." He looked up pointedly. "Patches' favorite food was fish. I don't like fish. My favorite food is cheese. I really liked that macaroni and cheese. I heard my mom say it's not very good for you, but how is that possible when it's so yummy?!"

     Blaine blinked at him before commenting, "You talk a lot."

     Kurt stuck his tongue out at him playfully as he opened the door for Blaine, giggling once again. They walked into the living room. Blaine saw a big man with a baseball cap on, watching T.V. When he saw that football was on, he smiled a bit. Blaine rather liked football--what he could understand of it, at least.

     "Come on," Kurt said to Blaine, tugging him toward the basement door.

     It was then that the man looked their way. "Kurt?" he asked.

     "Hi Dad!" he replied, pulling Blaine toward the couch.

     Blaine watched the man smile at Kurt, looking mildly confused. He looked down at their linked hands, making Blaine gulp nervously. When he tried to pull away, however, Kurt's grip only tightened. Kurt's dad then looked back at Kurt expectantly.

     Kurt started, "This is my friend, Blaine, and his mama said he could come over. They live right next to us!" He pointed in the direction of Blaine's house.

     "Okay . . . " his dad answered, walking toward the kitchen, calling for someone named Elizabeth.

     The two boys went downstairs and sat on a bed. "This is my bedroom," Kurt explained. His room is in the basement?!

     When Blaine saw Kurt get off the bed and put a movie in, he asked, "What are we watching?"

     Kurt only answered with "my favorite." He sat down at a table with four plates, four cups, and a pitcher on it. There were four chairs: one for Kurt, one for a stuffed bear, one for a rabbit, and one where a cat would be if it weren't for Blaine. Kurt motioned for Blaine to sit across from him.

     "What are we doing?" he asked as he sat down.

     "Having a tea party! What else would we be doing?!" Kurt replied incredulously.

     "But I thought only girls did that?!" Blaine said, confused.

     At first, Kurt looked hurt, about to cry. Then, he seemed to understand that Blaine wasn't being mean; he was just confused.

     "Just try it! It doesn't have to be for girls. You can like whatever you want to like; girls can like boyish things like monster trucks and boys can like girly things like princesses."

     "Okay . . ." Blaine answered.

     Surprisingly, Blaine ended up having fun with the tea party. They chatted and played, they even shared a cookie. Unfortunately, Blaine heard his name being called and he did not want to leave. He hadn't had this much fun since . . . well, ever. Reluctantly, Blaine started up the stairs, looking back to make sure his new friend was following, which he was. In the living room, Kurt's parents, Blaine's mom and his brother were all waiting for him.

     "It's time to go," Blaine's mom said. Blaine pulled Kurt into a hug. After a few seconds of shock, Kurt hugged back.

     "Goodbye," Blaine said. As he pulled away, he asked, "Can I see you tomorrow?"

     Kurt nodded enthusiastically; then he seemed to remember his parents. He looked to his mom. Elizabeth nodded her consent. The boys parted ways, excited for the next day.