Just a little story that came into my head when I was thinking of anything to do except clean my house. I don't own Glee or our boys Kurt and Blaine. Please read and review.

At the age of seven Kurt assumed that he was different, at ten he knew he was different but he didn't know why and by the age of twelve he knew why; Kurt Hummel is different because he is gay. "Special" his Mom and Dad called it, Fag, Fairy, Freak and Homo is what the ignoramus' that wandered the halls of school and the streets of Lima called it. When Kurt's Mom died when he was eight it was just Kurt and his Dad and things got harder. Who was Kurt going to have tea parties with now? As Kurt got older he never came out to his Dad, but Burt knew and he loved his son just the same. Despite the support and love of his dad Kurt felt lonely, he had very few friends, and okay he had like 2 friends. More than anything he wanted a boyfriend, or at the very least a crush that wasn't straight. Kurt knew it would never happen, not in Ohio, probably not at all – but he hoped anyway.

"Kurt?" Blaine knocked on Kurt's bedroom door.

"Hey you." Kurt dropped the pile of clothes and sauntered over to Blaine and planted a kiss on his lips.

"What's all this?" Blaine wondered as he pulled Kurt closer.

"Spring cleaning." Kurt retorted.

"Ah" Blaine nodded "need a hand?"

Kurt nodded and headed back to the pile of clothes. "'I'll sort these out" he pointed to the clothes. "If you grab everything that's under the bed and we'll sort through that stuff together."

"Kurt" Blaine looked over at Kurt "am I going to find anything untoward?"

Kurt stopped folding his clothes and thought for a second "No?"

Blaine chuckled at seeing Kurt flustered and continued his mission. Blaine pulled out seven boxes. "All done."

"Huh" Kurt rushed to put his clothes away "a lot less boxes than I thought." Kurt flopped down on the bed and moved to sit up "care to join me?"

Blaine answered but getting up and sitting next to Kurt.

Kurt lazily flung his arm around Blaine's shoulder "shall we go through the boxes?"

Blaine placed his head on Kurt's shoulder. "Sure. Are you okay for me to be here?"

"I want you here." Kurt smiled "some of my Moms stuff will be here and" Kurt looked down at his fidgeting fingers "and I want to tell you about her."

Blaine moved slightly, reached over the edge of the bed and placed small metal box in front of Kurt. Kurt carefully opened it to reveal coloured card and paper. Kurt looked at Blaine and whispered "these are all the awards I got at school be-before she died." Tears began to form in those eyes that Blaine loved so much "they used to be on my wall." Blaine gripped Kurt's hand "when we got back from the funeral I carefully pulled them down and placed them in here."

Blaine ran his thumb soothingly over Kurt's hand "why'd you do that baby?"

Kurt sighed "she was so good Blaine. She was such a good person, an amazing mother and a wonderful wife and she" tears were falling rapidly now "she was taken from us." Blaine reached up and wiped away the tears that fell. "These awards show how good I was at school; she was so proud of me and every time I got one she would wrap her arms around me and say over and over again how much she loved me. I was so angry when she died; after the funeral I took these down so that I wouldn't be reminded of her and how much she loved me."

Blaine lent forward and embraced Kurt, slowly rocking them from side to side. "I am so sorry baby." Blaine's voice wobbled slightly "I am so sorry that you felt like that, that you lost her."

Kurt sniffed as he pulled away from Blaine "I know Blaine. I might scarp book those later." He smiled sadly as he replaced the metal box with a red one. His hands were shaking so Blaine took the lid and opened the box. Kurt peaked over the edge of the box and giggled.

"What's so funny?" Blaine wondered.

Kurt reached into the box, reaching in a removing the white tissue paper to reveal a small pair of black leather ankle boots. "Do you remember the story my Dad told you about me asking for a pair of sensible heels?"

Blaine nodded.

"Well" Kurt lifted the tiny boots up and swung them slightly "these are them."

"Kurt" Blaine gasped "they are so cute." Blaine reached out and ran his finger along the three buckles that sat on the ankle.

"I used to wear them all the time. I tried to wear them in the swimming pool once." They both chuckled. "Dad would have to wait until I fell asleep to take them off me and as soon as I woke up they would be straight back on." Carefully Kurt placed the Boots back into the books and placed them in the pile of things to keep. "Which one should we open next?" Kurt bounced a little on the bed.

Blaine shook his head chuckling "You're like a kid at Christmas."

"Yes I am" Kurt agreed lightly bumping Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine skimmed his eyes over the remaining boxes, settling them on brown leather looking box. "This one!" Blaine pounced on the box and handed it to Kurt who rolled his eyes at Blaine's temporary insanity.

Kurt bit his lip as he opened the box Blaine had handed him.

"Do you want me to leave?" Blaine lovingly rubbed Kurt's leg.

"Ah – no. You can stay." Kurt beamed at Blaine "you can always stay. It's just that" Kurt sighed "these letters" Kurt looked down at the box "are so… personal."

"How about I go downstairs and make us a snack? You can have a quick rummage through and decide what you would like me to see."

"No-no Blaine it's fine" Kurt lowered his voice and moved closer to Blaine so their faces were only a few inches apart. "I just don't want you to think any less of me because of what you find out."

Blaine placed his hands on either side of Kurt's face "I love you Kurt" Blaine paused to look into Kurt's eyes "I love you; no matter what is written in these letters I will always love you – unless they say that you purposefully kicked a puppy or something." Blaine kissed Kurt's tenderly on the lips "okay?"

Kurt nodded and focused back on the box. The first piece of paper he unfolded made him chuckle; it was a picture he had drawn his first day of school. "Look Blaine" Kurt pointed at the picture and started explaining it to Blaine "that blue stick man is Dad and that's Mom" Kurt pointed to the pink stick women with brown hair and a yellow hat "and that's me" Kurt had drawn himself in between his parents who were each holding one of his hands.

"Who's that?" Blaine pointed to a figure placed next to the tree.

Kurt smiled warmly "that's Ami. My imaginary friend"

"Ami as in French for friend?" Blaine raised any eyebrow.

"I know not very original. But she was such a great listener and she had the most amazing stories." Kurt turned back to the box and threw out a few random pieces of paper such as receipts and shopping lists. "Blaine" Kurt held up a neatly folded piece of paper "I wrote this just before we met" his voice was barely above a whisper. Carefully Kurt gave Blaine the paper "I am just going to make us a snack."

Blaine nodded sensing that Kurt didn't want to be in the room when Blaine read the letter. Shuffling back towards the headboard Blaine opened the letter.

Dear Kurt,

What a strange way to start a letter to yourself; in fact a letter to yourself is also a strange thing. But I thought that letters sounded classier than a journal, so here we are.

Blaine shook his head while smiling and kept reading.

Anyway enough of my strange musings. Things at school are steadily getting worse. He just won't leave me alone. It's a daily occurrence now; the slushies have been replaced by locker slams. He slammed me into lockers on 5 different occasions today and nobody saw

Blaine clenched his fists in rage. "Karofsky" he spat.

That and Mr Shue's lesson plans are stuck in the 80's, just like his vests.

Blaine laughed.

I just don't know what to do anymore. I can't tell Dad, he's still recovering. No one really notices what's happening or they don't give a damn. I mean Tina saw me get pushed into a locker and asked me if I was okay, but that's it really. That and it's Boys vs. Girls again!

Blaine could just see Kurt rolling his eyes.

The fury? The fury! Really? That's what Karofsky calls his fists. I feel so alone. NO ONE cares! I could disappear and no one except my dad would care! Hey there's an idea.

Blaine gulped, was Kurt suicidal? Blaine shook the thought off.

The rest of New Directions get slushies but they don't get shoved into lockers. I have bruises!

Blaine blinked, he didn't know about the bruises.

They don't really feel like good friends to me. Puck sent me to go spy on The Warblers because they didn't like my ideas for Boys vs Girls. I go to Dalton to spy tomorrow.

Blaine re folded the letter and made a mental note to thank Puck on Monday. At that moment Kurt returned with two glasses of orange juice and a plate of sandwiches. Sheepishly he handed a glass to Blaine. Blaine smiled in appreciation "Kurt" he whispered "thank you for sharing this with me." They ate their sandwiches in silence.

"Blaine?"

"Hmm." Blaine looked up.

"Blaine" Kurt scooted closer "Blaine I don't feel like that anymore."

Blaine looked at Kurt, a look that Kurt couldn't place.

Kurt continued "I don't feel alone anymore. I don't want to disappear anymore."

Blaine squeezed Kurt's leg and smiled a broad beautiful smile that made Kurt turn to goo "I'm glad baby."

Kurt hummed happily "Do you want to read the one I wrote the night after I met you?"

A huge smile crept over Blaine's face. Leaning over into the box Kurt rummaged through the paper until he found the right one. "Here" he whispered.

Blaine grabbed the letter and quickly flipped it open. Taking a quick look at Kurt who was now hugging his knees but smiling, Blaine began.

Kurt? Kurt, Kuuuuuurt, Kurt… Oh my! Wow. Okay Kurt calm down. So today was the Warbler visit, or spying – whatever you want to call it. So I dressed myself impeccably in Daltonesque colours and began my mission.

Blaine looked over and Kurt who was smiling serenely and nodded at Blaine to continue.

This school is stunning, a beautiful piece of art. Students were everywhere all running to… somewhere; maybe they knew there was a spy? Maybe they are running to sound the alarm?

Blaine couldn't help but laugh at Kurt's thoughts.

Making my way down an ornate staircase I stopped a student. He looked up at me, he looked up at me and I swear that that drool began to fall out of my mouth. He is simply stunning, jaw droppingly so.

Blaine blushed.

Blaine, Blaine. His name is Blaine. Is it possible to love someone whose last name you don't even know? What a great meet cute.

Blaine looked at Kurt, raisin his eye brow. "Kurt, ah what's a meet cute?"

Kurt smiled looking over at Blaine "It's when two characters meet in a movie and the audience just know that they will get together." Kurt moved to snuggle into Blaine's side; Blaine in turn draped his arm around Kurt and kept reading.

So Blaine (I can't get enough of writing his name) – oh that rhymes. Blaine took my hand; I didn't feel fireworks or an electric shock.

Blaine stopped and re-read the last sentence. His heart ached a little; Kurt hadn't felt the way he did.

It felt like safety, like I was with someone who'd fight for me. Like I was home.

Blaine closed his eyes and kissed the crown of Kurt's head "I will fight for you Kurt, no matter what."

Kurt snuggled in closer sighing "I know Blaine. Keep reading sweetie."

Blaine complied

It's cliché I now; to say that someone feels like home. What the hell does that even mean? I'm not sure but I am certain that it's how I feel. So anyway after telling me that The Warblers are like rock stars he took my hand and led me to the performance. In that moment, holding hands with Blaine I never wanted to let go, never wanted him to let go. The room was filled with a sea of navy blue blazers; I stuck out (in a good way of course.) They sang Teenage Dream, Blaine sang Teenage Dream to me. I swear on the god that I don't believe in that Blaine was singing to me. I could barely breathe. His voice is so striking and so uninhibited. I honestly felt like I could fly. I like him, waaay more than I should.

Blaine looked down at the older boy in his arms and kissed his forehead.

They knew I was a spy, really Kurt, how could they not? They invited me for coffee tomorrow. How civilised. I hope Blaine is there. Maybe I will ask him out. No I will, I will ask Blaine Warbler out (how funny would it be if his last name was Warbler? Ha!)

Carefully Blaine closed the letter and placed it back in the box. "Kurt" he whispered into his boyfriend ear. "Did you mean everything you said in that letter?"

Kurt moved up slightly so that he was eye to eye with Blaine "every word. I was determined to ask you out. Then I ruined it all by crying" Kurt giggled and pressed his lips to Blaine's conveying everything that was emoted in the letter. "So when do I get to find out what you thought of our first meeting?"

"Soon" Blaine promised against Kurt's lips.

"I have one more thing to show you." Leaning over Blaine Kurt grabbed a yellow piece of paper sitting crossed legged in front of his boyfriend Kurt began to read.

16 August 2006

I hope no one ever finds this…

KURT HUMMEL'S PERFECT MAN

He has to love singing

Kurt looked up at Blaine and smiled

A gentleman

Has eyes that are expressive

"You have gorgeous eyes Blaine. Every time I look into them I feel they are telling a story just for me." Kurt looked back down at the piece of paper.

Able to put up with my drama

Loves vogue magazine

Be my knight in shining armour

Love's me – no matter what.

Kurt looked up at Blaine "You are all of those things Blaine and more. I love you. You're Kurt Hummel's Perfect man."

Blaine smiled tear in his eyes. "I love you to Kurt." They leaned in to share the perfect kiss. The rest of the afternoon was spent searching through boxes, laughing, crying and loving.

Cheesy ending factor 10! Wow this turned out completely different from what I intended. Next chapter will be Blaine's response from when he first saw Kurt. Thanks please review.