Title: Up, Up and Away
Author: SnarkyGirl101/SnarkItOut
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death
Summary: Kurt and Blaine were always meant to be, ever since they met as children. That moment when Kurt showed Blaine his Glamour Book, they had a plan. One day, they would go to New York together, cross-your-heart-promise. Klaine; crossover with Pixar's Up!, with Kurt and Blaine as Carl and Ellie.
A/N: This is just something that struck me, "what if Kurt and Blaine had been like Carl and Ellie?" I wanted to see that dynamic, see how they would grow as a couple if they had known each other as children. Sadly, nothing was written, so I decided to start writing it myself. I hope you enjoy this; it was a pleasure to write!
It wasn't like Blaine to be allowed to walk around just anywhere on a sunny Saturday afternoon. There were piano lessons and social dinners for his parents to drag him to, but today was different. The piano teacher had fallen sick, and there were no boring parties that Blaine had to go to.
In his hand he clutched his sacred object, something he'd been saving up for the past three weeks to get. He looked both ways as he crossed the street, listening to what his mother had told him just the other day. Sometimes he thought it silly that his parents remind him of such things. He's ten years old now; he knew how to cross the street!
Blaine stopped in front of a comfortable little house, and saw a little boy, maybe a little younger than himself, sitting at a table with stuffed animals in chairs and a pot of tea in the middle of the organized chaos. The brunette boy was generously pouring tea for his guests, who all happened to be dressed for the occasion in little bow ties, while Blaine watched in fascination. Mother and Father never let him play this game. He remembered his cousin once invited him over to play tea party, and he was ready to go over and eat a ginger cookie, but his father had given him a mean look. Usually when Blaine was on the end of that mean look, it meant that Blaine shouldn't do whatever he was about to do. So he hadn't, and instead had to sit with all the boring adults talk about their cars and politics.
But Father wasn't here. Looking behind him to make sure, he confirmed it. There were no parents to stop him from at least watching the tea party.
Edging closer, Blaine tried to subtly get closer without being noticed. But being ten years old, subtlety was not something that Blaine possessed. The boy looked up suddenly, blinking owlishly at who would dare to interrupt his passing out little sandwiches.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" asked the boy, and Blaine stepped back.
"Um, I, I," stammered Blaine, holding the object to his chest even tighter.
The boy huffed, getting up from his chair and pushing his bangs back with a look that had Blaine stepping back even farther. "Well come on, what do you want? You have to want something, don't you?"
"But, I," mumbled Blaine, looking down at the ground, embarrassed. This boy was smart, and very confident in himself. And all Blaine was doing was looking like a gorilla doof. Suddenly, he heard a gasp.
"Is that August's issue of Vogue? Even my mommy hasn't gotten that yet!" Blaine looked up to see the boy's face totally lit up, and he giggled to himself when the boy jumped up and down. "Could I see it? Could I read it with you? Please, please, please?"
"S-sure," said Blaine, walking closer.
The boy put a hand forward, stopping Blaine in his tracks. "But first things first, my mommy always told me not to talk to strangers, so. My name's Kurt, what's yours?"
"B-blaine," he said. Kurt's hand turned into an open palm, offering his hand to be shaken. This Blaine could do; he was used to dinner parties and having to shake and kiss hands. When he took Kurt's hand, he felt how soft they were, and without even thinking, kissed Kurt's hand.
Blaine looked up, startled, realizing he was supposed to shake. But Kurt was still as chipper as ever, maybe even happier after he had kissed his hand. "Well that settles that, we're not strangers anymore! Now come over to my table, I'll give you some snacks to make up for you letting me read your magazine." Kurt grasped Blaine's hand, and pulled him through the gate to the table. Kurt quickly picked up a stuffed animal and set it in the picnic basket underneath the table and gestured for Blaine to sit in the chair next to his. Blaine sat down tentatively, looking at the table in awe. He was sitting at a real live tea party!
"Want a cucumber sandwich? My mommy made them for me and my friends over here, but for some reason, they don't seem very hungry." In a lower voice, in what was supposed to be a whisper, "just go along with it, I know they're not real, but I like to pretend they do. More friends that way."
"Okay," whispered Blaine back. "And yes, I'd l-love to have a cucumber sandwich."
Kurt delicately set the sandwich on a plate for Blaine and then proceeded to make room for the magazine. Once that was done, they both reverently put the magazine in front of them.
"That's in Milan," said Kurt, staring at the page of a woman lying on the floor. "And that's Moo-chia Prada." The pronunciation was off, but neither one commented on it. "Did you know she's one of the biggest fashion designers ever? My mommy sometimes gets her things."
"Whoa, that's cool," said Blaine. "My mommy gets some of her stuff too, even her smell!"
"That is cool," gushed Kurt, smiling at Blaine. They looked at each other and grinned even wider, when Kurt suddenly stood up, puffing out his chest. "One day, I'm going to Milan to see all the pretty clothes in person! But you know where I'm going to live?" Kurt stopped for a beat, and then answered. "In New York City!"
Blaine looked up at Kurt, mystified. "Wow, really?"
Kurt looked down at Blaine and nodded firmly. "Of course. That's where lots and lots of designers and singers live, and if I want to be one, I have to live there too! I have it in my Glamour Book, wanna see?" Blaine nodded and Kurt quickly reached into the picnic basket. As Kurt brandished the diary in front of him, Blaine noted the glitter letters spelling out "My Glamur Book." Kurt flipped open to the first page decorated in pony stickers and monster trucks. "Dad gave me those stickers; I thought this was the best place for them. But see, under 'Things I'm Going to Do?' That's where I'm gonna put all the things I'm gonna do!"
"Wow," said Blaine, looking at the drawing of a map.
"I stole this from my teacher's desk, slipped it right off!" crowed Kurt. "She was going to throw it out anyways, so I saved it. And see right there? That's Milan. Not like Mulan, the warrior, but the country." Spreading out the paper even more, Kurt then jabbed high up on the United States. "And there's New York City, where I'm going to live and be on Broadway! Mr. Schuester, you know him right?" Blaine nodded; he knew of him. Mr. Schuester had been their teacher last year, but he had gone out to New York to be on Broadway and make his dreams come true. No one had heard from him since, so everyone assumed he had made those dreams come true. Well, I'm going to be just like him and move there and make it big!"
"That's just… wow," repeated Blaine. His eyes were glued to the page. If anyone could get to New York City, it was clearly Kurt.
"And you're coming with me." Blaine looked up. What?
"What?" said Blaine aloud.
"You're obviously coming with me, Blaine. We're meant to go together and see all the pretty clothes. You need to cross your heart and promise, Blaine. We need to go together." Kurt's eyes narrowed. "Promise – cross your heart!"
"I-I promise," said Blaine and he quickly crossed his heart. Kurt's glare diminished and then he smiled broadly.
"Then it's settled! One day, when we're older, we're going to New York City!"
Blaine nodded his head enthusiastically when suddenly he heard his name called. Looking toward the voice, he realized it was his father. Quickly hiding the magazine under the table, Blaine stood up so he could be found.
"Blaine Anderson! You get over here right now!" Blaine looked at his father and then back to a disgruntled Kurt, who was mad that his play partner was being called away.
"Is that your dad?" asked Kurt, wrinkling his nose at the angry man.
"Yeah," whispered Blaine. "I have to go, but I promise we'll play again, okay? Promise?"
Kurt grinned. "Promise."
"Blaine!"
"I'm coming!" called Blaine and he trotted over to his father as fast as his little legs could carry him. Blaine walked over to his father, only to have his arm roughly pulled closer to his father.
"When I call, Blaine, you come. You don't dilly-dally."
"Yes, sir." Blaine looked back one more time to see Kurt reaching under the table for the magazine and looking back at him. He waved the magazine, questioning, but Blaine shook his head vehemently. Father couldn't know about the magazine; he'd have a fit.
~Up~
That night, as he lay in his bed wishing he hadn't left the magazine behind, he heard tapping coming from the wall. Wrinkling his forehead in confusion, Blaine got out of bed to see what was happening. Looking out the window, he saw Kurt trying to throw pebbles at the window from the tree he was dangling.
Blaine quickly opened the window, only to have a pebble strike him on the nose. "Ouch!" he yelped.
"Sorry!"
"It's okay," whispered Blaine. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to give you back your magazine, silly. I know you didn't even get to read it before your dad came along." Kurt reached into the bag he had slung over his shoulder and pulled out Vogue. "It's really good. I took the time to read it before bringing it back."
"Thanks," whispered Blaine as he reached out for it. Holding it carefully, he pulled it inside and set it on the window seat. "Would you like to come in?"
Kurt gnawed his lip, debating. "Well, I should be getting back home; I told Daddy I was only going to the back yard to pick up all my stuffed animals, but I suppose a few minutes couldn't hurt." Kurt eyed the distance from the tree to the window and then jumped suddenly, scaring Blaine.
"Kurt, you should be more careful!" warned Blaine.
Kurt scoffed. "What's the fun in that? You've got to live a little!"
"I suppose so…" Blaine wasn't so sure of this whole "taking risks." His parents always said to wait it out and do something when you knew for sure it would work out.
"If you just sit around waiting for the perfect moment, Blaine, it'll never work out," explained Kurt. "My Daddy told me that."
"You have a smart daddy," said Blaine with awe.
"Yup, he is! And speaking of him, I should probably get back. I know he worries sometimes." Kurt walked up in front of Blaine and gave him a huge hug. Blaine felt like he was wrapped up in a warm blanket, despite Kurt being smaller than him. "Promise to come again by my house? It turns out we only live across the street from each other."
"I promise," said Blaine and he crossed his heart quickly, remembering Kurt earlier in the day.
"Good. I expect to see you promptly at 11 A.M. for our lunch date. Late guests are not given dessert." Kurt stepped back to the window, fussing with his shoulder bag to make sure it hadn't been scratched. "You know, you don't say a whole lot, but I think I can change that, once you get to know me. Promise to say whatever you want next time, okay? I think I'm starting to like you." Kurt grinned at him and then climbed over to the tree. Blaine moved toward the window to watch Kurt slide down the tree.
Blaine watched as he looked both ways on the street and quickly ran across to his back yard. Today, Blaine Anderson had someone who he could read Vogue with and enjoy tea parties—someone who wanted to hear him talk.
Today, Blaine Anderson had made a friend.
A/N: Thoughts? Critiques? Any comments whatsoever? Tell 'em to me! :] I hope to have another chapter up soon.