It was such a nice day. So nice it would have been a crime to spend it inside... The sun was shining bright, a soft cool breeze running between the trees. Cooper had gone to a friend's house the past night, and he wouldn't be back until much later, so little Blaine decided to ask Mom for permission to play in the front yard. Five minutes later he was carrying an excessive amount of toys with him down the stairs and out the front door.

The boy let go of everything he was holding, dropping them on the floor to then look at it and smile as he rubbed his palms together. It was until then that he heard a weak sort of sobbing near.� He frowned deeply and looked around, puzzled expression all over his young face. Who could be crying?

It was a little boy; he looked just about the same age as Blaine. He was sitting on the curve, his face hidden against his legs, wearing a quilted vest that seemed to be a little too big for his small body. He was crying, and alone.

Blaine looked around him, searching for his Mom or Cooper, since they were the ones who usually made him feel better, but neither was in sight. He pouted as he racked his mind, thinking of a way to help the little boy. His eyes softly lit up as he thought... perhaps he could help this kid. It wasn't just like that that you got a hero credential; you had to earn the right!

He simply had to take matters into his own hands. He wouldn't let anyone be upset when he was around, he decided as he stomped his little foot on the grass, giving his thoughts intention. He jumped over the toys that blocked his path to sit next to this unknown boy, but as soon as he was a few inches away from him, he felt small again. He doubted on the spot for a beat or two until he timidly spoke. "Why are you crying?" he asked and the kid jumped slightly back and looked straight at Blaine. He hadn't heard anyone coming and he was probably scared now. "Good job, Nightbird," Blaine thought to himself.

The boy wiped some of his tears away with the back of his sleeves and sniffed before talking.

"I'm lost," he confessed, tears still running down his red cheeks. "I went for a walk and I lost my way," he repeated, bursting into more tears unintentionally.

Blaine frowned. That was his house and his house was pretty and homey, and it was supposed to make feel everyone at home. At least that was what Blaine's mom said, about his and Cooper's friends. Blaine's clever, little mind saw the solution right away. This kid had to be his friend and he wouldn't be lost anymore, he would be home as well. He put a smile on his face and stretched his hand out, just like he saw Daddy do whenever he met someone new.

"I'm Blaine," he smiled widely. "I am four years old and I go to Sunnyside Kindergarten. I have a brother named Cooper and I like candy," he introduced himself with pride. He had managed to make the boy stop jerking with spastic and ugly sobs. "Who are you?" he asked, sitting down next to him.

"My name is Finn, and I'm five," he answered back, sniffing again and still not able to smile. "And I go to Sunnyside too," he nodded once, a little confused that he had never seen Blaine before. Then again, they were both a little short and they probably would never see each other among the other tall kids. His height always pestered him.

"That's great!" Blaine smiled even further, his small, bright eyes crinkling up and cheeks inflating. "Wanna be my friend?" he asked.

Finn blinked and looked at him, confused. "But I don't know you..." the other child responded after a moment.

Blaine's excitement perished only a little bit and for a second or two. "Wanna come inside for cookies?" he offered with renewed enthusiasm. "Maybe I could give you some of my Oreos," he felt proud of sharing his Oreos with this kid he barely knew.

For a moment, Finn's jaw dropped open and his eyes widened, sparkling. However, he returned to his more serious and now disappointed ambiance and lowered his voice as he mumbled, slumping his shoulders. "Mom won't let me talk to strangers. Or go to a stranger's house. I don't think even cookies would make her say yes," he laughed a little bit, slightly calmer that at least he was somewhere and not nowhere.

"I see," Blaine sighed, as he hugged his legs and rested the side of his head on his knees. "So... What do you like, Finn?" he continued with another smile.

�"I don't know," he shrugged and looked down. He looked unsure of what to tell Blaine he liked. Probably football, but he didn't really know yet because he would often be too tired to play and liking something meant that you would always do it, without any doubt and it shouldn't matter how tired you were.

Blaine pursed his lips, hating to see his new friend so conflicted and lost and stared at him for a few seconds. "Are you good at something? I'm good at climbing stuff, I do it all the time around my house," he smiled again, remembering how fun it was and how he never fell –or... almost never. He was also very good at fighting crime, but that was for him, Cooper and Kurt to know.

Finn looked serious for a moment, as if he was giving the question a lot of thought. What was he really really good at?

"My mom's boyfriend, Darren, always tells me that I have a good voice... that I sing nice. Perhaps I'm good at that," by the time he said that, he had completely stopped crying and all traces of sadness were gone with the new smile shining on his face.

"That is awesome!" The curly-haired child opened his eyes as much as he could and opened his arms. "I like singing too! Want to sing something?" He asked, hope and excitement filling him.

Finn smiled too and nodded. "Do you know the song Don't Stop Believing?"

Blaine thought and half closed his eyes, trying to remember it from somewhere but there was absolutely no record of that title in his head. "No, I don't... Wanna sing it to me?" he asked back, hoping it would make him feel better. Finn was a really cool and nice kid, Blaine realized.

Not a second passed before words bursted from Finn's eager mouth so suddenly that it made Blaine jump in his place, the melody splattering like colorful, bright paint from someplace deeper. Finn had his eyes closed and as he sang the lyrics, reaching every note with precision and a distantly high and rough voice, there was such peace and contentment in his face that it even calmed Blaine down, making him forget why this boy was crying before and how he had feared not being able to help him.

It was soothing and there was so much happiness and satisfaction in the air that as Finn sang, it was clear he was feeling better already.

The dirty blonde boy was too young to understand all of what the song truly meant, but he knew that it filled his body with bravery and trust. A broad smile appeared on his face as he sang, eyes open and lost somewhere else ahead. Why had he stopped believing in himself in the first place? Why had he given up and sat to cry? He could do it. He could find his way, he reassured himself, reaching the last few verses of the song.

"Don't stop!"

Blaine was amazed. That song was so pretty and so cool. He never wanted it to end. He found he really liked to hear Finn sing. He started clapping very fast and loud, a small giggle coming out. Finn wouldn't stop smiling and looked down, slightly shy, a soft shade of pink taking over his plump cheeks. Once Blaine's palms started to hurt from so much clapping, he sighed and dropped his hands to the concrete on his sides.

"That was amazing! Are you sure you don't want to stay with me and play with my toys until your mommy comes to get you?" Blaine asked, pointing at all the toys lying in the middle of the front yard.

Finn stood up and shook his head, the soft smile still all over his face. "Next time... I promise." he looked down at Blaine and put his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. "I should go back now. I can't be that far away from home... after all I didn't walk much at all."

"Want me to ask my mommy to walk you home?"

"No, I'll be alright," he said with the light grin still on his face. There was a kind and adventurous mischief to his whole persona that just seemed to outshine his little body. He looked too big and nice and good for someone so small. Perhaps with time, his body would mould to his greatness.

"You sure?" Blaine asked, head tilting to the side. He would be more than happy to have him as company for a little more time.

"Yeah..." Finn nodded again. He looked down the street where he had come from and sighed. "Yeah, I'll find my way back."

Blaine beamed to then stand up and be face to face with him. "Goodbye," he told the other boy and took his hands behind his back. "See you around?" after all, they both went to the same kindergarten and he was probably Kurt's classmate.

"Sure," he smiled and walked past Blaine. "Goodbye" he called back and started walking down the road.

"Good luck!" The honey-eyed one yelled from where he was standing, looking after him until was out of sight. He was happy to have Finn as a friend now.