Finn couldn't help but laugh as he watched Kurt run around the bedroom; he was straightening things up. Finn had no idea why. There was no way that Burt would ever let Kurt bring Blaine down to his room, it had taken nearly six months before Rachel was allowed in his bedroom, and that was with the door open. “Kurt...The room looks fine.”

“What if Blaine doesn't like fine?” Kurt asked rocking on his feet. “I like Blaine, he's my friend, everything needs to be how he likes it.”

“Kurt, listen to me.” Finn sighed. “Blaine likes you already as a friend. He thinks you're great, otherwise he wouldn't sit with you like he does would he?”

Kurt sucked on his lip and Finn knew that the young boy was thinking about it, eventually he shook his head and rocked on the balls of his feet. “I just want to have a nice day with my friends.” Kurt whispered.

“And it will be the best day. Now, shall we go upstairs and get started on the cup cakes?”

“You'll really bake cakes with me?” Kurt grinned, his eyes wide. He had asked his dad to, and he had said yes until someone had called in with a broken down car, and he had to leave.

“Course. You make great cakes.” Finn grinned. “If you make them all on your own, well you'd never give me any would you?”

“No because you wouldn't have done anything to get them.” Kurt giggled. “Come on then. Let's bake.” Kurt grinned and ran up to the kitchen. Finn smiled, it was only ten in the morning, it felt like it was bedtime.

Finn yawned, sitting at the table outside. They had just finished baking a tray of pink icing cupcakes, and Kurt wouldn't even let him lick the spoon, now that was just mean. Finn looked over at Kurt, he could tell that he was getting restless, it had already been a long morning and he knew that Kurt just wanted Blaine and Mercedes to come over and he hoped that when they did he'd be able to relax.

Kurt sighed and looked at the clock and then looked at Finn. It had to be past twelve by now! "He isn't coming." Kurt said quietly picking at his hands. "He's very late."

"It's only ten past." Finn whispered. "So he isn't very late, just a little bit." Finn hoped that calmed him down but by the look on his little brothers face it had seemed to make things worse.

"He really isn't coming!" Kurt wailed, throwing his hands down on the sofa restlessly. "But we made everywhere so pretty."

"I know." Finn said softly. "The place really does look amazing." Kurt had decorated the garden with balloons and decorations he had found in his room and had proudly said that their tea party would become the most amazing party in the world. The table had a pink and white tablecloth, with a matching china tea set - Burt had told them that it had belonged to Kurt's mother and they could use it for their party. This had made Kurt grin, and he'd spiralled into stories of the many tea parties he had with his Mom. As well as the tea set there was cartons of juice, cookies and a whole bunch of snack foods that Finn had never expected Kurt to eat, and the batch of delicious smelling pink cupcakes that the two brothers had spent an hour making. Finn couldn't wait to sink his teeth into one, or two, or three...

"Finn!" Kurt jumped up and down poking his brother in the arm.

"Ouch!" Finn rubbed his arm, Kurt, having snapped him out of his day dream, was grinning at him. "What is it?"

"The doorbell went ding." Kurt grinned and ran towards the front door. Finn following him, now with an aching arm. Kurt answered the door with an excited squeal. On the other side were Mercedes and Blaine.

"Hello!" Kurt grinned rocking on his feet. Blaine waved at him softly, a shy smile on his lips.

"Hey, I bumped into Blaine, he was looking for your house." Mercedes chuckled.

"Oh. You got lost! Next time I'll draw you a big glittery map." Kurt nodded cutely. Blaine smiled and looked down, a soft blush creeping against his skin. Kurt grinned, it was a pretty pink. "Come on!" Kurt grabbed Mercedes and Blaine's hands and pulled them into the house. "It's set up in the back. And it looks pretty. Finn helped with the balloons!" Kurt said in a rush. Finn looked at Mercedes and grinned proudly, making her roll her eyes with a smile.

"Looks great." Mercedes smiled watching him, she couldn't believe how much Finn had changed since Kurt's accident. It was as though the two boys had swapped, Kurt now acted like a little kid, something she used to think that Finn did all the time, and Finn was this mature man who just wanted to look after the people around him. She couldn't help but think that he was doing an amazing job. The smile on Kurt's beaming face was proof of that. “Really, Finn.” She said softly.

“Thanks.” Finn blushed, rocking the balls of his feet, not really knowing what to say to that. It was only decorations after all.

“Hey! I helped!” Kurt pouted. “I did the streamers. And Finn he stuck them up because he's taller then me and I couldn't reach and when I went to stand on the chair I got told to come down.” He pouted. “Oh and we did some baking!” He jumped up and down and clapping his hands excitedly. “Do you like cupcakes? We made cupcakes! They're pink and I wanted to put glitter on them but apparently you can't eat glitter.” Kurt pouted and Blaine grinned at him. “Do you like cupcakes Blaine?” Kurt asked, his voice softer than it was before.

Blaine nodded his head, a smile on his lips. He wanted to tell Kurt how brilliant he thought the place looked, but he could feel Mercedes and Finn's eyes on him and he felt his throat close up. Kurt didn't pressure him to talk though. Kurt never pressured him to do anything that he didn't want to. Kurt was like no one he had ever met. He turned to Finn and Mercedes who were walking over to the table, obviously giving the two boys space, of which he was grateful; sometimes he felt a little overwhelmed when it wasn't just him and Kurt, the four of them in close proximity made him feel uneasy.

“Do you want to play tag?” Kurt grinned, and before Blaine could answer; not that he would have, Kurt had tapped his shoulder and ran off giggling. Blaine grinned, he didn't even think about it before he set off after him.