One would say that Finn Hudson and Kurt Hummel grew up together, side by side, yet never close. You see, before their story began, the wheels of fate were already in the works, waiting, plotting, scheming in their favor and against them.

He remembers it well. How could he ever forget? One of his very first childhood memories was Ms. Elizabeth Hummel, the most beautiful mom he has ever seen, though he never admited this to anyone. It would forever break his own mother's heart and pride. She was a dark blonde Audrey Hepburn apparition every morning at the kindergarden entrance with a ever pale and silent little boy clutching tightly to her vintage light peach coat. He never spoke to him.

Time sure goes by fast when your whole world revolves around colors, playdough, glued little fingers and paint disasters. Soon enough you are packing text books instead of the coloring ones, pen and pencil instead of crayons and this whole school thing doesn't seem such a fun idea anymore. Finn still thinks that he got tricked. But, at least he wasn't alone. He was still there, however, little Hummel's journey through elementary school was going to be rougher than his or any of his classmates and in part, it was Finn's fault.

Contrary to popular belief, Lima is not as small and "back in the days" as people make it sound to be. Of course, if you are a dreamer with your head on the clouds there is not much aerial space to fly. That was Kurt Hummel.

"So, you wanna be a pirate, uh?He he he, very good, David. Now, lets see...Finn! What do you dream to be when you grow up?"

"Umm, I-I want to play sports or something"

"Oh, I'm sure you will. And how about...you, Kurt?"

"I wanna be like my mommy"

The whole classroom went silent and turned around to see the boy at the back.

"...Like your mom? What does she do?"

"She's beautiful"

Some laughed. Some didn't. Finn only stared. The teacher moved on to the next dream. Kurt didn't.

One not so special day, the sound of a loud engine drove Finn's attention to the window. A big trailer truck was passing by slowly through his street until it stopped at the big old Fabray's house. Lucy, his classmate, and her parents had moved to a much better (her choice of words) neighborhood almost a year ago. The house was the prettiest around the area, so it took this long to find a new owner.

"Uh? Looks like we have new neighbors. Must've cost them a pretty penny" His mom said appearing from behind him.

"A pretty pe-" Finn was about to ask the meaning of that when he saw her. The pretty lady with her old movie star classic looks. It has been months since the last time he saw her. Now, she was going to live a few houses from his. 'But wait, wouldn't that mean-

"Oh, look, Finn! They have a little boy. He looks around your age, maybe older cause he is little taller than you"

It has always bothered Finn that he was the shortest boy of his class. Not because anybody would tease him about it, he was well liked actually, but because he wanted to be like his father. Finn never met him, he died in service when he was a baby. Everything he had of him was an old sofa chair, some clothes and a picture. His mom told him that in that gold jar on the table were his ashes and for years Finn thought it was just his arm or foot because the urn was too little for a whole person.

His father was a very tall man and Finn's mother was always telling him that she could tell by his face that he was going to look a lot like him when he got older. Finn asumed that if he looked more like him his mom wouldn't feel so alone. Maybe she wouldn't cry at night when she thinks he is sleep.

Watching atently at the scene outside, a man appeared from the other side of the trailer truck. Finn always imagined that Mr. Hummel would be another blak&white movie star like Ms. Hummel, but that was not the case. He looked, well...like everybody else. Maybe a little on the scary side. He sure hoped his ball wouldn't land on their lawn.

Now that the whole Hummel clan was together, he could clearly see a bigger picture. A picture where the lady looked like if she was cutted out from a magazine and attached to those family photos that came inside a picture frame.

Then there was Kurt. He was still too young to be defined, but Finn wondered what would he look like in the future. Will he be like his father? Will he achieve his dream to be as beautiful as his mother? Was that what he meant?

He was about to walk away from the window when Ms. Hummel flipped her soft curls back and ended catching his eye. Finn frozed. She smiled and walked away inside the house.

Finn turned around to see if his mom saw that too, but it was too late. She was already at the phone gossiping away about the new family.

Amazing how much it could be said about perfect strangers. As if every little white house, every family, every person had a story to tell. Or a secret to keep.

Hiya there! Thank you for reading this story. This was the prologue, so longer chapters can be expected.

I bet you think this would be a Little Kinn/Furt love story, well yes, you kinda guessed. Kinda... I have a very dark plot planned for this fanfic. Some of it involves sexual situations/themes, crime, death, some dark!Kurt and something more...

Reviews are greatly appreciated!

-FUTURE CHAPTER SPOILER-

Dave turned around looking like if he was ready to jump on Kurt again.

"What did you say?"

"Y-You are going to regret it..." Kurt said between tight teeth and Dave's eyes widen for a second before turning into a glare. 'The sissy boy has guts'.

"What you did to me hurt a-a lot. I'm not gonna lie..."

Dave's friends and other kids on the playground laughed. Mocking the boy on the verge of tears, but Kurt ignored them. He only had eyes for Dave at that moment.

"...but I know how to wait and one day it will be my turn and I'm gonna make you pay in the same way!"