6  year-old Kurt Hummel reached over to his box of coloured pencils

What’s your hair like Blainey?

Uh….I’ve got curly hair that’s short. I’m real short too, much more shorter than other kids.

 Kurt stuck his tongue out, concentrating on his drawing as he listened to Blaine

 What else?

My skin is kinda yellowy-browny, and my eyes are goldy-brown

 What do you like wearin’?

BOW TIES!

 I like bow ties too!

I’ve got lots and lots of bowties, all different colours.

 What’s your favouritest one?

Um…...my Christmas one! It’s red with little trees on it.

 Kurt nodded and added this to his picture

 My  mommy buys me shirts and woolly vests, and I wear smart trousers and shoes, and most times I don’t wear any socks.

Okay, Blainey, I think I’m almost done with your picture.

Kurt added a last red dot to Blaine’s sweater vest, before holding up the picure.

 I can see you Blaine! You look dapper!

Dapper? What does that mean?

 I dunno, I heard it in a movie once.

Kurt put his picture down on the table.

I wish I could meet you Blainey

Me too Kurt, but I can’t tell my Mommy and Daddy about you. If I do they’ll get real mad at me.

 I think mine might too. I saw people on the TV once, who was hearin’ people in their heads and everyone thought they were bad.

I’ve seen that too. But you’re not bad Kurt, you’re my bestest friend, and the bestest person in the whole wide world

 You’re my bestest friend too Blainey.

We’ll always be friends, won’t we?

 Always, until we are wrinkly old men

Kurt smiled, but all of a sudden the warm glow he got whenever Blaine connected to him was gone, and he was back in his lounge at the table. Alone

*

After his mother’s funeral;, 9 year old Kurt ran up to her room, opened her dresser, and lay on his parents bed, breathing in her scent. He was crying, sobs wracking through his body as he clutched his mothers pillow, burying his face in it.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth inside, and Blaine was there.

Oh Kurt

She’s gone Blaine

 Kurt everything’s going to be okay, do you hear me? Everything’s going to be fine.

 Why did she have to go?

 I guess…it was just her time.

 But she could have fought it. My Mommy was strong. She promused me….She promised me she’d never leave me.

 She won’t leave you Kurt. You can keep her alive by remembering her, remembering all the good things. That way, she’ll always be in your heart.

 Kurt sniffed, and sat up, wrapping his arms around himself.

I wish I could hug you.

 The statement is so sudden that Kurt jumps

I….I wish I could, just so you know that I’m here for you, and that as long as you want me, I’ll never leave you. Although I don’t think you have a choice.

 And despite himself, Kurt smiles. Just a slight upturn of the lips, a movement that is gone in an instant, but it is a smile nonetheless.

Things will get better Kurt. Maybe not right away, but eventually…You just wait and see.

 Kurt wiped his nose on his sleeve, and loosened his grip on his mothers pillow.

Thank you Blaine.

 It’s okay Kurt….I just want you to feel better.

 I know….Blaine?

 Mmh?

 I’m never saying goodbye to you

 And Blaine was gone, And as Kurt walked downstairs, tears in his eyes that had not yet been shed, he truly believed Blaine’s words: That things were going to get better.

*

12

So, what’s his name again? Jim?

 Finn

 Kurt was currently standing next to a tree at the front of Lima Elementary School, watching Finn Hudson talk to his friends.

Finn….Whatever, Kurt, he sounds like a douche,

 But he’s so handsome.

Yes, well, relationships aren’t all about looks you know.

Yes, yes I know, but it doesn’t hurt, right?

 Kurt watched as Finn said goodbye to his friends and walked down the steps and onto the path that led to the pavement.

I’m going to go and talk to him.

 Kurt he…he doesn’t even know who you are.

 Better late than never Kurt though as he walked towards the boy.

I’ll just bump into him. And pretend that it’s an accident

 Wow Kurt. What a plan.

 Shut up. Okay he’s coming towards me. Act casual Kurt, casual.

 Be careful Kurt

Kurt let out a totally convincing cry of surprise as he walked into Finn. He felt a jolt of electricity in his shoulder, and turned to Finn.

‘Sorry!’ he gasped, looking up at the taller boy.

‘Hey it’s okay….Kirk, right?’

Douche

 ‘It’s Kurt.’

‘Oh, yeah, right.’ Finn said, smiling awkwardly, before his eyes widened and he looked from Kurt, to his shoulder, and then back to Kurt again.

‘Wait, you’re…..Kurt Hummel? The gay kid?’

Kurt felt his chest tighten, his heart beat increase.

‘Y…Yes. Why?’

Kurt walk aw-

 ‘Um, no…..no reason.’ Finn replied, ‘I gotta’ go.’

He turned, and walked away. Before he turned the corner, Kurt saw him pull off his ‘Lima Elementary’ hoodie and hold it at arms distance, before placing it into the rubbish bin.

Kurt’s eyes started to fill with tears.

Blaine?

 But Blaine was gone. He couldn’t find comfort in the person that he needed the most. And as he walked home he wondered if Blaine, unlike himself, had any other friends. He wondered if he played football and had sleepovers and got invited to birthday parties. During the moments they were connected, Blaine would never think about these things, and so Kurt never found out.

Kurt wondered if Blaine felt as alone as he did every time they were cut off from each other.

I need you Blaine

All of a sudden the familiar glow filled his chest and he stopped crying, sniffing and brushing the remenants of tears away with his sleeve

Kurt, what happened? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?

 No,I….I’m fine.

 You’re not fine, Kurt what –

 And Kurt could feel Blaine looking through his thoughts from the past few minutes, something both boys had discovered they could do in the last couple of years.

Oh Kurt.

 It’s fine, really.

 No, it’s not fine. He should not have done that, and if he is that kind of person then he doesn’t deserve you.

 Kurt sniffed

Thank you Blaine.

 Anytime. And I’m sorry for leaving you. I wanted to stay, but I couldn’t help it. But then I heard your voice. You said my name, and all of a sudden I could hear you again.

 I just said that….that I needed you, and there you were.

 Wow.

 I know. I guess our powers are stronger than we thought.

 Yeah.

 Are you okay Blaine?

 Uh-huh.

 And Kurt found that for some reason, he couldn’t read Blaine’s thoughts at that moment. There was a force, too strong for his mind to overcome, that he found himself stranded.

Blaine? What are you thinking?

 Nothing. It’s fine.

 Kurt could feel the warmth beginning to drain from his body.

Blaine, I can feel you leaving.

 Me too. Just stay strong Kurt. Have courage. And-

 He was gone.

15

‘Why can’t I try and find him, Dad?’ Kurt said, throwing his arms out, face red with anger, ‘Me and Blaine, we’re best friends, and-‘

‘Kurt, you don’t even know what he looks like. You don’t even know who his parents are, and you don’t even know where he lives!’

‘I just never get the chance to ask.’ Kurt says, crossing his arms as his father continues

‘What kind of a friend is that Kurt?’

‘A friend who listens, and cares, and will stay with me for as long as he can.’ Kurt says angrily, ‘He can comfort me and make me happy….Isn’t that what you want for me?’

And as Kurt slumps onto the sofa, exhausted and teary-eyes, Burt realises that this boy  Blaine is one of the few happy things in his sons life. He realises that his son needs this boy.  But he’s not ready to lose his son just yet.

‘Kurt, I……I’m sorry.’ Burt says, sitting down next to his son and putting his arm round his shoulder. Kurt slumps into him, willing his tears to stop. ‘This whole thing…it’s confusing, and scary, and I know how much Blaine means to you, but I don’t think you’re meant to go looking for each other. I know you don’t believe in destiny Kurt, but it brought you and Blaine together once, and if it’s meant to be then it’ll bring you to each other again.’

Kurt nodds, and sniffs.

‘I just really want to see him. I want to know that he’s real.’

‘I know son.’ Burt said, stroking Kurt’s head, ‘In all of your great grandmothers stories, the two people have found each other. I know that you and Blaine will find each other too.’

Kurt nodds, sitting next to his father for what seems like hours, when all of a sudden he feels Kurt’s body tense up, then loosen, and he sees a small smile grace his son’s lips. He knows it’s Blaine.

Burt pats his son on the back, and gets up. Kurt looks up, apologetically, but Burt smiles and shakes his head, showing his son that he accepts this whole thing, and that is Kurt needs to talk to Blaine then he can.

*

My dad says we shouldn’t meet up

 I know. I guessed so. My parents don’t even care.

 It’ll be okay Blaine. We’ll meet up someday, right?

 I know we will. Wherever I go, I’ll never stop looking for you Kurt Hummel.