Santana sat cuddled next to Blaine in his grassy backyard, next to their tree. This was how they spent most of their evenings, after a day of playing adventure and exploring new parts of the yard they hadn't yet ventured to. The seven-year-olds were very close, and would be what you called best friends. They just sat there, Santana's head resting against his shoulder, their hands clasped together. It was never in a romantic way, they were too young to know they were in love quite yet. They just did it because it felt right. Sure they told each other how much they loved the other, but innocently, in the way little kids do.
It was a quiet evening, the stars out even though it wasn't too late. It was nice, a breeze sending a chill up Santana's back, resulting in her squirming closer to the curly haired boy.
"You cold, Sanny?" He asked, eyes turned to her.
"Just a little bit. I'm okay though." She said, refusing to seem vulnerable. She tended to do this around everyone, even Blaine, though she didn't need to put up an act for him. To Blaine, Santana was the strongest person he knew, she never let anyone make fun of her, or Blaine, and wasn't afraid to ball up a fist and lay one on whoever crossed them. He would never think she was anything but. He put his arms around her anyways, pulling the girl into his warmth.''
They sat there, not needing to speak. One wouldn't think two children could have such an intense, yet still innocent relationship. They just sat there, passing time, staring at the stars contently. Blaine loved when it was like this, not disturbed by loud noises of other kids, or yelling parents. He loved spending time with Santana, and it always seemed to just feel better when it was like this. It always felt good with Santana, but this kind of quality time was always the best to him. His eyes wandered from the stars to the girl in his arms and he felt that feeling again. The one he always seemed to feel when looking at her. It made him feel like he was floating on cotton candy, like nothing could be better than having her smile at him. He never knew what it meant, but he never complained.
He studied her, as he'd done many times before. He never seemed to get tired at looking at her face, and her long, dark hair. He noticed her eyes had drifted shut, and her breathing become even. A smile graced the young boy's lips, and he brushed a few stray strands of black hair from Santana's face before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"I love you Santana. I know we're gonna be bestest friends forever. I can just feel it." He whispered, looking back up to the stars.
So, guys, what do you think? Should I continue it? I think I will anyways, I have a few ideas for this fic already. If you have any ideas for the direction it should go, message me, please! 3