A/N: Okay so there's a few things. First off, I don't know what any house that Kurt has lived in really looks like, I'm not positive if certain parts have been shown on T.V. or not, so if I get a part wrong don't yell at me. Second, it's an AU where Kurt and Blaine met when they were little. I own nothing.

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"Blaine?" Kurt's voice shook with nerves. "Blaine my mommy's coming. She's going to make it better. "

At 6 years old, Blaine was terrified of thunder storms. He hated the harsh, white light of the lightning, and he hated how loud the thunder could be. He flinched at every clap of thunder, leaving him utterly exhausted by the time the storm passed.

"How?" he frowned, wondering if she could stop the noise.

"Just wait" Kurt whispered, "you'll see"

Within moments, Kurt's bedroom door was opening. His mom walked in on the two of them huddled together under the soft blue comforter on Kurt's bed.

"Are you boys okay?"

Kurt ignored her question, "Will you sing, mama?"

"The storms almost over, Kurt, are you sure you can't just go back to bed?"

"No mama," Kurt said seriously. "Blaine's scared too."

"Oh, Blaine honey, you don't like storms either?" She frowned, seating herself on the edge of Kurt's bed. Blaine quickly shook his head. "Well, I guess I can do one song. What would you boys like?"

Kurt sat up in anticipation. "Blackbird, mama!"

"Does Blaine like Blackbird?"

"He will," he nodded his little head, "I know he will."

Mrs. Hummel smiled, taking one of each of the boys' hands, and started to sing.

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"Did you like it?" Kurt whispered after his mom left the room.

"Ya," he said, "it was pretty."

"Ya, I know. My mom's the best. Does your mommy ever sing to you?"

"What? Oh, uh, no." He thought back to the last time he had went to his mom during a storm. She'd snapped at him for waking her up, and sent him back to bed.

"Don't cry." Kurt whispered as he snuggled up next to Blaine. "It's going to be okay."

Kurt quickly fell asleep, and Blaine followed soon after, while listening to the comforting sound of Kurt's breathing.

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12 years later, Blaine woke up to find Kurt was trembling in his arms. At 18, Burt was letting Blaine spend the night more often.

"Kurt, are you alright?" With how Kurt's back was pressed into his chest, he could feel how Kurt's breath shook.

"It's storming." His voice cracked as hot tears slipped out of his eyes.

"Kurt," Blaine soothed, "It's just a little storm. It's nothing serious."

"When I was little, my- my mom…" he drew in another shaking breath. "I'm not scared. Just when it stormed, she would…" he was cut off as another round of sobs racked his body.

A memory clicked in the back of his mind. Kurt's bed, the softest blankets he'd ever touched, and a woman who's eyes had matched Kurt's perfectly. Then there was a song. He knew the lyrics, of course he did. It was the song Kurt had been singing when Blaine first realized he loved him.

Blaine drew Kurt into his arms and softly started the opening lines.

Neither of the boys had heard him come in, nor had they seen the door open, but all of a sudden Finn was sitting on the edge of the bed. The taller boy took one of Kurt's cold, shaking hands in his as he started singing with Blaine.

By the time they'd finished the last lines, Kurt's sobs had turn into hiccups.

"I'll be right back" Blaine said, kissing the top of Kurt's head. He laid Kurt's head back onto the pillow, and left to get him a glass of water.

He'd always hated grabbing cups at the Hudson-Hummel house; they were on the top shelves of the cupboards, and -as much as he hated to admit it-he was short. He glanced around making sure there was nobody else up as he knelt atop the counter to grab a glass.

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As he started back down the hallway, he could see a sliver of light coming from Kurt's room at the end of the hall. As he got closer to his room, the light sound of Finn's voice drifted past his ears; Finn was singing. Blaine was sure he recognized the song, but he couldn't put a finger on where he'd heard it.

He slowly pushed open the door, just enough so he could poke his head in. Finn was kneeling next to the head of the bed, singing to Kurt as he stroked his shining hair.

"There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination,"

Blaine tiptoed in and sat by Kurt's feet.

"Living there you'll be free, if you truly wish to be."

As Finn finished the room was thrown into silence.

Blaine frowned at his hands. "What's that from?"

Finn looked up surprised, as if he hadn't realized Blaine was there. "Oh, uh, I don't know, Wizard of Oz or something."

"Willy Wonka." Kurt mumbled, half asleep.

After another moment of silence, Blaine noticed something a little off about what had happened.

"How did you know to come in here?" He whispered to Finn

"Kurt's always like this during storms." Finn shrugged. "The real question is how the hell did you reach that glass?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Blaine said stiffly.

"Come on dude, you're short."

"I am not short!"

"Dude you're like a hobbit!" Finn laughed, punching Blaine's shoulder.

"Oh shut up." He smiled, rubbing the spot where he'd been hit.

"Good idea." Kurt slurred. "Both of you shuddup."

After a quick 'goodnight' and a kiss to Kurt's forehead, Finn left the two boys in peace.

Blaine crawled under the covers, where he wrapped his arms around Kurt, who buried his face in Blaine's shoulder. The last thing he heard was Kurt thanking him, before he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

He didn't hear Kurt tell him how much he loved him, but that didn't really matter.

He already knew.

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FINN AND BLAINE
ONE DAY FINN WILL REALIZE THAT BLAINE'S A COOL DUDE
ONE DAY THEY WILL BE BROS
BROTP