Before the war, Kurt and Blaine were friends. They were just regular kids. Running around on the fields, chasing each other. They played hide and seek in the forest. They spied on Blaines older brother Cooper. They swam in the river. In the winter they build snowmen, and made snow angels.

They were just... kids. Without any worries, more than if it would be too cold to go outside the next day, or if their tree house would fall down from the tree.

When Kurts mother died when the boys where eight, Blaine were there for him. He hugged him when he cried, and made him laugh when not even Kurts father Burt managed it.

They were best friends, nothing could hold them apart. Not even that day when it had been raining for a week and they barely could use the road. Kurt still walked the 3 miles over to Blaines house.

They met for the first time one day in April in 1905 when they were six years old. Kurt was looking for his dog, Bonbon, which means sweet or candy in French. Kurt had named him that, because "he was sweet, like candy". Soon he had walked father than he had ever gone before. He came to a small town, which he had never been to before, and his curiosity took over.

When he saw a boy, who looked like he was about his age, standing outside a house he walked up to him. First he took a closer look at the boy. He had dark, really curly hair, hazel, almost golden eyes. He was wearing a navy sailor suit. He looked pretty.

Kurt himself wore black knickerbockers with suspenders and a white cotton shirt. He liked his clothing his mum had bought it for him when she had been in town last week. But, he didnt think she had been here though. If she had, she probably would have gotten home with clothes looking like what the other boy was wearing. Not that Kurt would have minded. No, he would have loved the clothes. He would ask his mother to buy clothes like that for him when he got home, yes he would.

Kurt then asked the boy, politely, if he had seen a little dog running around lately. But the boy didnt answer. He just looked back curiously. So Kurt asked again, louder this time. Because maybe he hadnt heard him the first time?

"Excusez-moi. avez-vous vu un petit chien? Mon chien est perdu et il a couru de cette façon. Bonbon prend peur sil est seul?"

Excuse me. Have you seen a little dog? My dog is lost, and he ran this way. Bonbon gets scared if he is alone.

The boy tilted his head to the side. As if he didnt understand. Kurt did the same. The other boy giggled. Then he spoke. But Kurt couldnt understand him. He sounded cute though.

"I verstehe Sie nicht. Entschuldigung..."

I dont understand you. Sorry...

Kurt realised that they couldnt talk to each other in that moment. The other boy didnt speak French, and whatever he spoke, Kurt didnt understand. He walked over to the boy. And reached his hand out in a handshake. The other boy took his hand.

"Bonjour!" Kurt said.

The other boy giggled.

"Hallo!"He said, and this time Kurt giggled.

Kurt released the boys hand, and tapped his chest with his forefinger.

"Mon nom est Kurt" He said and then pointed at the other boy.

My name is Kurt

The curly haired boy shook his head to show that he didnt understand. Kurt tapped his chest again, this time saying only his name. The boys eyes lit up in understanding.

"Mein Name ist Blaine." He said, tapping his chest, then repeating his name. "Blaine"

My name is Blaine

"Blaine" Kurt said. He liked that name. It was his favourite now.

"Kurt." Blaine said, smiling.

Kurt grabbed Blaines hand and dragged him away a little bit down the road. He then picked up a toy train form the ground and held it in front of Blaine.

"Train" he said.

Blaine took the toy from him, repeating the word under his breath. He pointed at it.

"Eisenbahn" he said.

Kurt repeated the word and smiled at the boy.

Blaine took his hand again and pulled him into the backyard of the house Kurt had found him in front of. He pointed at a bike that stood there, leaning against the wall.

"Fahrrad" he said, and again Kurt repeated the word.

"Vélo" Kurt said.

That was the beginning of their friendship. They spent the whole afternoon learning each other words. They found Bonbon, and played with the dog. Before Kurt went home he promised he would be back tomorrow. He didnt know if Blaine understood, but he thought he did.

The next day Kurt went back, and he brought a book filled with paintings in it. He wanted to learn as many new words as possible.

Within the next months, the boys learned to speak both languages almost flute. The boys parents loved both the boys, and let them be friends. They even got good friends themselves.

When Kurt and Blaine grew older, they got even closer. They shared secrets with each other, secrets no one else knew about. They went for long walks together. They did everything together.

But then, when Kurt and Blaine was 14 years old, in September 1913, Kurts father lost his job. They started to lose money, and eventually their only option was to move. To another city. Miles and miles away.

The two friends where devastated. The last three days before Kurt moved they spent every woken minute together. But they wasnt as happy as they usually was. Instead of taking long walks in the woods they sat together under a tree. They held each other close. Cried together.

The last day, right before Kurt was due to leave, Blaine dragged him by his arm up to their tree. The tree where the tree house was, where they always sat.

"Je ne veux pas que tu partes"He said."Bitte lassen Sie nicht"

I dont want you to leave. Please dont leave.

"Ich will nicht zu verlassen, aber ich muss..." Kurt replied, tears starting to appear in his eyes.

I dont want to leave, but I have to.

They hugged each other. Close, for a long time.

"Je vais écrire" Kurt sniffled, he felt Blaine nod against his shoulder.

I will write

After a long time, but it felt like it was all too short, they parted.

"Tu vas me manquer" Kurt said.

I will miss you

"Und ich werde dich vermissen" Blaine whispered.

And I will miss you

Kurt stepped closer to Blaine, and then he pressed a tender kiss in the corner of Blaines mouth. He smiled at the boy.

"Je taime, Blaine" He whispered. "So viel mehr, als Sie sich jemals vorstellen können..."

I love you, Blaine. So much more than you can ever imagine

"Ich liebe dich auch Kurt, immer" Blaine said. "Jusquà ce que le jour où je mourrai"

I love you too Kurt, always. Until the day I die

Blaine took Kurts hand in his. He brought it to his lips and kissed it.

"Kurt dépêchez-vous, nous devons aller!" Kurts father, Burt shouted from the other side of the house.

Kurt hurry up we have to go

"Je viens père" Kurt shouted back, and then he added more quietly."Bientôt..."

I am coming father. Soon

At the same time the two boys closed the gap between them. Their lips met, and it felt like magic. They both knew it was wrong. Boys werent supposed to feel this way about other boys. But it didnt matter. Not now.

"Kurt!" Burt shouted again.

The boys separated. Right before he walked away, Kurt threw his arms around Blaine again. He felt Blaines arms close around his back.

"Je ne dirai jamais adieu à vous" he whispered in the crock of Blaines neck."Nie, werde ich nie verabschieden."

I will never say goodbye to you. Never, I will never say goodbye

"Ich verspreche, Blaine. Je reviendrai pour vous."

I promise, Blaine. I will come back for you

During the next years, the boys wrote to each other every week. They waited for the letters to arrive. That was the only thing that kept them going.