a/n: YAY first Klaine fan fic is UP! Except there isn't much Klaine but, oh, well :P I'm too excited to care. Big thanks go to mrs. graciecriss4eva because she is awesome and extremely helpful and just great fun. I don't think she's posted anything yet but she will soon. And if she has then that's a testament to how long it took me to actuarially post this. So thanks for reading, because if you bother to read this then I guess you'll read the story, won't you?

Disclaimer: I wish. That would be so cool... for me. The rest of you would get board pretty quickly.

Congratulations Blaine Anderson!

A pen pal has been selected for you on ePenPal.net!

Please login here now to message your new pen pal!

Blaine stared at the email in awe. Finally, after begging and pleading with his parents, he had an account. Being one of the closest things to social media, ten year olds like him, were allowed to be on, it was the newest 'cool' website in his grade. His parents hadn't trusted it but after a talk with the teacher who highlighted all of its good qualities ("writing letters like that can be very good for spelling and grammar skills, as well as speed typing") and explained its safety precautions ("it is actually impossible for anyone on a setting or under the age of thirteen to give out information such as addresses, phone numbers, or even surnames") they had agreed and now, well, now he had someone new to talk to, someone he'd never met before. He just knew they'd become best friends and have everything in common; he'd be able to discuss his favorite bands and complain about the chords he was having trouble with.

He'd read though all the websites instructions and made his plans. He wanted to be like one of the people he had heard about: still friends with his pen pal in forty years or more, still owning all his original letters. There'd been a flaw in his plan when he'd discovered that the website deleted eLetters from the system after six months, but he'd decided that once a week he would print all the last weeks' eLetters and keep them in a scrapbook he had ready.

He could see this happening and butterflies were filling his stomach as he followed the link, logged in and made his way to his message pane where a notice popped up. 'You have on eLetter from your ePenPal Car of Sky.'

Excitement mounting, he opened the file, and read the message hungrily. Smiling he began to type a response, this was going to be fun, he just knew it. He was going to make this friendship work. Glancing back at the message he received, he read it quickly once again letting his happiness overflow. For the first time ever, Blaine Anderson was going to have a real friend.

The click of his fingers on the key, pausing for a moment as he made a quite pact with a boy he'd never met before and probably never would.

"Deal" he muttered.

Hello that's_not_a_name,

I'm Car of Sky, but my real name is Dave. I live in America but I think it would be more fun if we didn't know more than a country about where we live because I like the idea that you could be anywhere or anyone and I wouldn't know it. I also think it would be cool if all we knew about each other was stuff we told each other. I'm not going to make you tell me things you don't want to but at least could we please be truthful with each other? Always?

I don't know what you're going to think of this but I just get the feeling we're going to be good friends. Can we make a deal? Whatever we tell each other is a secret. We'll never tell anyone else about it, even insignificant stuff. If you disagree with this then I don't think we can be friends because that's what friends do, so there. I've always wanted a friend like this, a friend I could trust and I hope you'll become one.

I just realized that this is a very long first letter and I haven't even told you anything about me yet. So I'd better stop now. I'll wait for you to reply. I can't wait to hear from you.

Dave.

Ps – what's with the name?

a/n: So there it is. I know it's not cannon, but I'll try to keep it as close as possible. Please reveiw, because I'd like to know what you thought.