Kurt Hummel woke in the middle of the night to deep, even breathing. He tried to look up but felt a prominent chin resting on top of his, for once unproduced, head. Blaine. Kurt rubbed his eyes and turned to look at the clock.

Two A.M.? Why am I up at two A.M.? Kurt thought. Then he remembered everything. He and Blaine had fallen asleep on the couch about two hours ago after Kurt's first show. He shifted a bit so Blaine was leaning against the arm of the couch, and shuffled toward the window. Their loft looked over Times Square and even at two in the morning; it was as beautiful as ever: lights and all. Someone was yelling below.

"Did that guy wake you up, too?" came a gruff voice from behind him. Kurt nodded sleepily. It was almost two thirty now, and Blaine stood behind him, arms wrapped around his waist. Kurt leaned into his touch.

"Kurt?" he asked. Kurt turned around and looked at him. "What are you thinking about?" Kurt smiled and sighed.

"The day we met. I remember it like it was yesterday," he sighed. Blaine chuckled. His boyfriend was such a hopeless romantic. "Do you remember?" Blaine nodded. He took Kurt's hand and led him back to the plush white sofa.

"How could I forget?" he laughed. "You were still going to McKinley. It was right before the Warblers were going to perform in the senior commons. You-"

"No, that's not it," Kurt interrupted. Blaine raised an eyebrow. Had he forgotten something? "We met way before that! I just never realized it until a few days ago." Kurt climbed into Blaine's lap.

"Care to elaborate?" he laughed. Kurt smiled. He's always wanted to tell this story, especially now that he realized that Blaine was his first crush. Rain began to fall over New York City as Kurt began to weave his tale.

Kurt Hummel has never been on a plane before. And as he boarded the jet to Orlando, he couldn't help but feeling terrified. The young boy gripped his father's hand as they passed through security. Upon taking their seats, a small curly haired boy took a seat behind him, holding his mother's hand. The shorter curly haired boy gave him a tiny wave. Kurt smiled back. When he turned back around, he wished he would see that boy again.

"I'm sorry, what does this kid have to do with me?" Blaine asked impatiently.

"Everything! Now stop interrupting me," Kurt snapped. Blaine cowered and Kurt continued his story.

That day, Kurt's dad took him to Magic Kingdom. He was giddy with excitement when he met the princesses and Peter Pan. But at the back of his mind, all Kurt thought about was the curly haired boy on the plane. He didn't even tell Kurt his name! And then, fate! Kurt turned around to sit down at the Peter Pan show, and the curly haired boy was on stage! In his hand he held a wooden sword and on his head was a pair of bear ears. He sang along with the rest of the Lost Boys and Peter Pan, tossing blue and purple flowers into the crowd of kids. Kurt was a little disappointed when the boy didn't throw him one.

"Don't worry about it, Buddy. We'll get some lunch and then I'll buy you a doll, okay?" his dad told him upon expressing his concern. Kurt nodded. He took his father's hand and started to walk away when there was a tap on his shoulder.

"Hey! I saved this one for you," the boy smiled, handing Kurt a pink rose. Kurt blushed and the boy's curls bounced as he rocked back and forth on his feet.

"My friend's call me Blaine. What's your name?" he asked, hazel eyes bright.

"Kurt," he giggled. The boy was cute, even Kurt could tell at age ten.

"Wanna go on Splash Mountain with me?" Blaine practically begged. Kurt looked up at his dad, hope in his eyes. Burt sighed and nodded. Kurt ran off hand in hand with his new friend, rose still tightly clutched in one fist.

"You were him, Blaine. You were my first crush," Kurt sniffed. There were tears in his eyes as he pulled a picture of them with their arms around each other at ten and eleven in Main Street USA. Kurt specifically wished for this to happen when he was young; for him to find Blaine again and live happily ever after. He wished this wish while holding Blaine's hand under the table as he blew out the candles on his birthday cake, surrounded by Disney princesses and Mickey and Minnie Mouse.

"You know what Kurt? I remember that," Blaine whispered, pulling the same picture from his wallet. "You were my first crush too." Blaine kissed him. And before they fell asleep on the couch again, Kurt realized one thing: when they say Disney is the magical place where dreams come true, they weren't lying.

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(A/N) Thanks for reading! I'm thinking of making this a one-shot series. If you review I'll totally think about it! And a special prize goes to those who review! And I will mention you in my next installment!

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