He’s sitting at his desk, doodling dresses for existing Disney princesses, since he thinks he can do better. He’s so focused on his art that he doesn’t notice the teacher announcing the arrival of a new student named Blaine, who’s moved to America from the Philippines. He does finally notice when the teacher tells Blaine to sit in the empty spot next to Kurt.

At the mention of his name, Kurt looks up from his drawing and he watches how the new kid nervously shuffles towards him.

“Hello, my name is Blaine,” he says when he sits down.

“Kurt,” Kurt extends his hand. Other kids might not be kind, but Kurt’s mother taught him to be better than that.

Blaine smiles.

Blaine says hello every morning. Kurt always acknowledges him, but then he goes back to his own stuff. Kurt’s a bright student, so he can manage to not always pay attention to what the teacher is saying. Kurt and Blaine don’t really talk to each other.

One day, that changes.

“What are you drawing?” Blaine asks.

Kurt automatically covers up his artwork.

“Oh. Sorry,” Blaine looks away and he looks so genuinely sorry, Kurt feels for him. He uncovers his work and he slides the sheet of paper towards Blaine. It’s a risky move. Other kids used to tease him before and they only left him alone after his mother died, but Blaine doesn’t know that yet.

Kurt watches Blaine’s face for a hint of disgust, but Blaine looks amazed.

“You drew these?” he says.

“Yeah.”

“I never liked that they gave Ariel a pink dress,” Blaine says as he looks at Kurt’s redesign, “It clashed with her beautiful red hair. I’d go for a deep green if it were up to me, but your blue dress fits too.”

“Yes.” Kurt totally agrees. That’s what started this whole redesign process. “I love that movie.”

“I love all Disney musicals,” Blaine agrees, “I love all musicals. Do you know Wicked? It’s new on Broadway, but my mommy bought me the CD!”

“I haven’t heard of it yet.”

“You should come to my house!” Blaine says excitedly, “I have a lot of CDs. I love music!”

Kurt’s once again looking for traces of annoyance or disgust or anything that could lead to an ulterior motive, but there isn’t any. Kurt tries to think back to the past few weeks and he realizes that Blaine hasn’t talked to many other classmates.

Is this the kindness Kurt’s been waiting for? Does he want it too?

Kurt’s not used to going over to play at other kids’ houses, but it’s nice. Blaine’s mom brought them drinks and cookies. She’s really nice. Kurt introduced himself and she gushed over his politeness. Kurt’s brought his drawing supplies and the two of them go to Blaine’s room.

They draw.

They dance.

They jump on Blaine’s bed, trying to reach the ceiling.

And most importantly, Blaine shows Kurt his CD collection.

And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have rewritten mine
By being my friend

“This is my favourite part!” Blaine says excitedly. He’s been pointing out his favourite lyrics in every song and For Good is no exception.

“It’s really nice,” Kurt says and he takes a sip from his lemonade.

“Do you want to be my best friend?” Blaine says abruptly and Kurt almost spits out his drink.

“Really?”

“Really!”

“Yes,” Kurt says and he realises that he means it. He gives Blaine another look. He also looks genuine. Maybe Blaine really wanted a friend as well. “Yes, I like that.”