Okay, maybe it is a little unusual.

Chapter 1 : Back To December

"Can I sit down?" a voice asked. It seemed so distant, like he was still in a dream.

"G-g-go ahead-d." he said through a shiver. It was sometime in December, in the middle of a light snowfall. Blaine had run to the park, just to get out of the house. He could never tell why, but he never felt comfortable there, like he wasn't welcome in his own home. His mother and father loved him of course, but there was always something underneath it all, like they were just playing a big game of House. Blaine didn't like that feeling.

"You must be freezing out here." said the boy. As he sat down Blaine was ready to cuddle forever with him, the boy's body heat was the most welcome thing in the world. "What's your name?" the boy asked. Blaine looked him over for a moment. He had dazzling blue eyes, or were they green, or maybe even silver? Blaine really couldn't tell. The boy was also really pale, and Blaine couldn't help but think he was sick.

"Are you a ghost?" Blaine asked, genuinely curious. The other boy just laughed at him, the sound coming out leaving Blaine in awe. He had never heard another boy sound like that, so… beautiful? "I was serious!"

"No, I'm not a ghost. I've always been pale." he offered Blaine a smile, and Blaine couldn't help but smile back. "You still haven't told me your name, and daddy says I shouldn't talk to strangers. But I figure if I know the other person's name they aren't strangers are they?" The boy asked sticking out his tongue a little.

"My name's Blaine." he said, holding out a hand to the boy.

"Kurt." short and simple. Blaine liked that. "You sure you aren't cold?"

"Maybe a little," Blaine admitted sheepishly. At this Kurt edged over and removed his gloves, holding them out to Blaine. "Thanks!" Kurt laughed again. They sat in silence together for a long time.

"Blaine…" Blaine looked over at his name, looking at Kurt's face. Kurt just stared off into space, with a look in his eyes that could only be pain.

"Yea?"

"Has anyone in your family gone to sleep for a really long time?" Tears began to form in Kurt's eyes, and his bottom lip quivered a little.

"How long is "a really long time"?" Blaine asked. Kurt just chuckled.

"I don't really know, I forgot to count." He turned his head to smile at Blaine, but Blaine could tell his smile was fake. "Daddy said that Mommy isn't going to hurt anymore. So I should be happy, right?" The tears began to fall down Kurt's face, and all Blaine could think to do was reach over and take Kurt's hand, intertwining their fingers. Kurt's head sank down, burrowing into Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine allowed Kurt to lay there for a few minutes, finding it weird at how much he enjoyed the touch, the feeling of Kurt's breath on his neck, the fact that their fingers were still wrapped together. He didn't want to see his new friend cry. "Do you want to talk about her, Kurt?"

"Not really," Kurt chuckled. "Why are you out here anyway?"

"I um… I like the snow." Blaine said. It wasn't necessarily a lie. Kurt began to get up, offering a whispered thank you to Blaine, and walk out into the snow. Blaine instantly felt the cold hit him again, and he closed his eyes as another violent shiver took control of him.

Wham!

Blaine had just enough time to open his eyes and glare at a giggling Kurt. "It's so on!" He wiped the remains of the snowball off of his face and got up to chase Kurt. They chased each other around the park for an expanse of time that neither of them bothered counting. Neither of them cared, really, they were having too much fun. Finally they both collapsed into the snow, only inches apart.

"Make a snow angel with me?" Kurt asked, in a tone that was almost a whisper. Blaine felt weird, he wasn't used to this warmth he felt moving throughout his body. He smiled and reached his fingers towards Kurt's, brushing them together for just a moment. Neither of them could simply call this feeling happiness, because it felt like more than that. They just laid in silence, flapping their arms and legs.

"It's impossible to make a really pretty snow angel." Kurt sighed as they stood up, shoulder to shoulder, gesturing down to the handprints. Blaine could only stare at Kurt.

"I think you're pretty." Blaine whispered. They both turned their heads quickly away from each other, embarrassed. Blaine thought he had made a fool of himself, boy's don't like to be told that they are pretty, and he was sure that his new friend wouldn't want to be around him anymore. Then he felt a pair of lips on his cheek.

"Thank you," Kurt whispered directly into Blaine's ear, and he turned to walk away. He wasn't expecting to feel a hand grab his and turn him around. Kurt and Blaine were face to face, both going from a shade of pink (which neither knew if it was them blushing or just because it was cold outside) into a bright red. Kurt just stared into Blaine's honey colored eyes, and Blaine stared back into Kurt's eyes, which he still couldn't describe. More warmth ran through the both of them.

Blaine really liked staring into Kurt's eyes. He also liked the way that Kurt was looking at him, making his heart skip a beat. For some reason, he felt closer to this boy he's only met today than he's ever felt towards anyone in the entire world.

He lowered his face to Kurt's, and gently pressed their lips together. Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine's hand, fingers embracing each other like miniature Romeo's and Juliet's. Neither of them had ever kissed before, they had only seen it in movies, but they both knew this is exactly what it's supposed to feel like. The warmth rushing through their bodies, the race of their heart beats. It was like magic. They stood like that for a long moment, until the sound of Kurt's dad calling him to go met their ears.

They just stared at each other for a few more seconds, that neither of them wished would end. "Coming Dad!" Kurt yelled in response. "Um… Bye, Blaine." Kurt turned to walk away, never breaking eye contact with Blaine until he had to turn a corner. Without Kurt's warmth, Blaine finally realized how cold it really was and turned to go home himself.

Neither of them would ever forget that bond they formed on that day.