Aloha! I am starting another Glee fic hooray! :D (also cheesy title is cheesy but idc)

So yeah, this is a Blaine-and-Kurt-have-been-friends-since-they-were-kids fic which I have always wanted to write, I know there's a lot out there but I wanted to do my own take on the idea.

Disclaimer: Glee ain't mine yo

Warning: This chapter contains a small referance to a miscarraige, which will probably be brought up again later on (though it isn't a main focal point)

"Do you think Mr. Walter hates me?" Blaine asked out of the blue one Friday night, not even looking up from where he was reading his old, torn copy of The Great Gatsby. He lay on his stomach on Kurt's bed, legs in the air and feet crossed at the ankles, swaying them gently to the beat of the Beyonce album Kurt was listening to, it was his favorite position to read in. Kurt gave him a contemplative glance from the reflection in the mirror on his vanity table, pausing in his skin care regime to raise an eyebrow, though Blaine was still somehow entirely engrossed in his book to notice.

"I don't know, why?" He finally answered, fingers rubbing into his skin once more to hydrate his not-dry-but-would-be-I-didn't-do-this-every-night skin.

"I got another C in English." He admitted as Kurt screwed the lids back onto his skin products before joining Blaine on the bed, legs crossed and elbows resting on his knees.

"Well maybe if you didn't spend all of your free time re-reading The Great Gatsby and instead read the actual set books for class, you might find writing essays a little easier." He pointed out, laughing as he picking at the frayed edges of the book splayed on his bed.

"Hey! I like this book, It's much better than The Catcher in the Eye…" Blaine huffed and Kurt rolled his eyes in that oh-so Kurt-ish manner that Blaine was so familiar with.

"It's The Catcher in the Rye, Blaine, no wonder you're having trouble with this." Kurt reprimanded, hiding his amusement at the boy. "And anyway what normal teenage guy reads The Great Gatsby for leisure?" He asked accusingly and it was Blaine's turn for an eye roll.

"What normal teenage guy moisturizes his face three times a day?" He countered, enjoying the look of bafflement as Kurt floundered for a reply.

"I have dry skin." He finally came back with, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Your skin is not dry."

"Well it would be if I didn't moisturize three times a day!" Blaine just laughed heartily in response; they had this argument pretty much every time they spent the night at each other's houses.

"You're ridiculous." He said though Kurt knew he wasn't serious as they both laughed it off. Kurt shuffled closer to Blaine, laying himself down on his stomach as he rested alongside his friend, reading the faded words over his shoulder.

"Why do you even like that book so much any way?" He asked, scrutinizing the tattered pages, worn from so much use. Kurt kept all of his books in pristine condition, never folding pages and never creasing the spine no matter how many times he read them, Blaine on the other hand had no such concerns and happily let his books fall to pieces as he read them.

"I don't know, I guess I just like Gatsby, he's very…dapper. I kind of admire him." He admitted, finally looking up from the text to glance at Kurt who only gave him a look of bewilderment.

"Wasn't he a criminal…?" Kurt asked with a clearly judgmental expression.

"Yeah…" Blaine replied slowly, "But only because he was so in love with Daisy and wanted to win her back! It's romantic!"

"Our definitions of 'Romantic' differ greatly, Blaine." Kurt sighed as he rolled himself off of the bed, moving to his iPod to switch the music off. "Come on," He said yawning "It's late, I need to sleep." He turned the light switch off, leaving only his bedside lamp on to see, and climbed under the covers as Blaine folded the corner of his page to mark his place. He placed it on Kurt's bedside table before eyeing the bed a little uneasily.

"Don't you think we're getting…a little too old to sleep in the same bed…?" He asked nervously as Kurt's eyebrows furrowed, wondering why Blaine had suddenly decided to bring that up.

"Don't be ridiculous, it's a double, there's plenty of room…" Kurt replied though he had a feeling that wasn't what Blaine had meant.

"No I mean, guys usually stop sharing a bed at sleepovers when they're like…10 or something." Kurt raised an eyebrow as if to say yeah, your point being? "We're 16, Kurt." He said a little helplessly, knowing his argument was weak. Kurt sighed and burrowed his head into his pillow.

"Do you want to sleep on the floor or what?" He asked, "Because I am not making up the sofa bed at this time of night." Blaine just laughed before giving up and joining Kurt under the covers.

"I never said I didn't want to share a bed, it's just…"

"Just what?" Kurt asked a little on edge as he turned to face Blaine, eyeing him curiously.

"Nothing." Blaine decided, giving Kurt a reassuring smile.

Blaine and Kurt had known each other since they were 6, ever since Kurt had been trying to catch a particularly pretty butterfly one summer afternoon and Blaine had offered to help, letting Kurt borrow one of his dad's fishing nets as they both chased butterflies down the street.

"Why that butterfly?" Blaine had asked when they were completely worn out from running so much and released all of their butterflies except for their favorite two which they kept in separate boxes.

"I like the colours" Kurt replied. "The yellows and oranges look nice together." He said in his most grown up voice. "What about yours?" He asked, gesturing to Blaine's bright blue butterfly

"I like the colour of my one too," He said, picking up his butterfly by its wing and holding it up to Kurt's face as it flapped about helplessly. "They look like your eyes."

"Don't!" Kurt reprimanded, taking the butterfly from Blaine and cradling it gently in his hands "You'll hurt him." Blaine's eyes widened in worry.

"No! I didn't mean to! Sorry Mister Butterfly!" He cried as Kurt placed it back in the box.

"Anyway, my eyes aren't blue." Kurt huffed "They're green." Blaine squinted and moved closer to Kurt, putting his face so close that their noses were almost touching in order to get a better look.

"They look blue to me."

"Do not!" Kurt argued, pulling back a little.

"Maybe they're both?" Blaine suggested "Maybe they're a colour that hasn't been invented yet and we're the first to discover it!" Kurt raised his eyebrows, no one had ever taken such an interest in him before, he'd always found it difficult to make friends. "Your eyes are bleen." Blaine decided, crossing his arms and leaning back for emphasis.

"What?"

"Bleen! Like blue and green put together! It's our new colour!" He smiled triumphantly at his new friend.

"Blaine! Quit hogging the covers!" Kurt moaned, tugging at the sheets and bringing Blaine out of his pre-sleep haze.

"Wha-?" He said sleepily as he pulled more of the duvet over himself. "Shu-up, sleep'n" Kurt rolled his eyes and elbowed Blaine in the ribs earning a yelp from the sleeping boy and allowing him to reclaim some of the duvet. Blaine rubbed his side, glaring at Kurt, he never did like being woken unnecessarily. He picked up one of his pillows and felt it appropriate to smother Kurt in retaliation.

"Mmmmfphh BLAINMMFF!" He cried though he was considerably muffled by the cushiony softness of the pillow that smelled so much like the boy who was suffocating him. Blaine eventually relented after Kurt kicked him hard in the shin.

"Ouch!" He cried, bringing his leg up to rub that too. "You're a bully!"

"You're a jerk." Kurt laughed "Now go to sleep"

Blaine had always been there for Kurt. When his mom had died, he spent hours and hours of every day for weeks just sitting with him in Kurt's room, holding him and letting him cry. He helped make a photo album of all the pictures Kurt owned of him and his mother, Blaine decided which order the photos should go in whilst Kurt decorated it with glitter and stickers and colourful borders on each page.

They'd go to the park together and Blaine would let Kurt have the last swing if there wasn't another one available and even tried pushing him as hard as he could when Kurt got upset since his mother always used to push him on the swing.

They'd go on the climbing frame and play pirates for a while, Blaine even let Kurt be the captain even though he always liked playing the captain and he followed every single one of Kurt's orders with a "yes captain, aye aye captain!" It took his mind off of things just for a little while and Blaine felt a swell of pride every time he managed to see Kurt smile. It became his mission, everyday when he and Kurt would play together he would make it his utmost priority just to make Kurt smile, because that was what best friends were for, wasn't it?

It took a while but soon Kurt was back to smiling every day again and Blaine couldn't be happier, he had missed him. He missed Kurt's mom too, she was always nice to him and baked them both cookies during the winter and she was always happy to let Blaine stay the night. But Blaine had to be strong for Kurt, because Kurt's pain was a whole lot bigger than his.

It took a while, but Kurt was happy again.

Blaine was there for Kurt when he started getting bullied at school as well, all of the boys called him a girl and it made Kurt cry sometimes. Kurt hated to cry, he said it made him weak and no wonder everyone said he was a girl if he cried at every little thing! Blaine knew that there was nothing wrong with crying, he cried a lot himself though he tried not to ever cry in front of Kurt. His daddy always got annoyed at him if he cried too much and he didn't want Kurt to be angry at him too. Blaine just told Kurt time and time again that there was nothing wrong with crying and the bullies were just jealous because they didn't have clothes as nice as he did. Kurt sniffled and wiped his eyes as he looked at Blaine, seeing if he really meant it. From the earnest look on his face, Kurt could tell that he did and the two spent the rest of the day dressing each other up in all of Kurt's clothes. The bow ties were difficult to tie and felt kind of funny around his neck but Blaine thought they looked cool when he saw himself in the mirror.

"Kurt, you have got to stop snoring." Blaine whimpered as he shook Kurt awake. He remained asleep however and responded simply by snoring louder. "Oh my God, I swear I'm gonna smother you with my pillow again." He mumbled to himself as he raised himself up on his elbows. "Kurt!" nothing. "Kurt!" still no response. Blaine sighed and leaned down, getting as close to Kurt's ear as possible. "Kuuuuuuurt!" He called, considerably louder. Kurt's eyes shot open with and he awoke with a start, panting at the sudden noise. "Shut up." Blaine instructed as he flopped back down, burying his face under his pillow. Kurt's eyes widened incredulously.

"I'm not the one yelling in people's ears!" He said croakily, still dizzy under the effects of sleep.

"You were snoring." Came Blaine's muffled reply from under the pillow.

"I. Don't. Snore." Kurt replied impatiently, no matter how many times Blaine woke him in the middle of the night he still refused to believe that his body could do something so ugly.

"I. Beg. To. Differ." Blaine replied, imitating Kurt's serious tone.

Even after spending almost every Friday night sleeping at each other's houses for the past 10 years, Kurt and Blaine still bickered every single night they had sleepovers. It was never serious and they always laughed about it in the morning, it was just their way of being normal around each other. They didn't put on a false pretense of being constantly polite, they just acted like themselves and that's what made their relationship so sturdy, that's what made them work.

Kurt wasn't the only one who needed comforting. Even though Blaine never cried in front of him and never told him if he was upset about something, Kurt always knew. He noticed the way his grin didn't quite reach his eyes and how he took longer to reply whenever Kurt would ask him something.

It was when Kurt was round Blaine's house one night when he really noticed that something was wrong. He noticed that Blaine's mommy looked sad like Blaine did too. Kurt had always thought of Blaine's mom as his second mom, especially after his own had passed away…It was heartbreaking to see her sad. Blaine's daddy looked unhappy too, he didn't quite seem sad and Kurt wasn't sure what type of unhappy he was. He looked angry and Kurt couldn't figure out why. He had only ever seen Blaine's dad angry when Blaine had done something naughty and he was fairly certain that Blaine had been on his best behavior lately.

"Are you sad because your mommy is sad?" Kurt asked when they were in Blaine's room playing mousetrap on the floor. Blaine had just rolled the dice and moved his yellow mouse 3 times, landing on the cheese-wheel.

"What?" He said, looking up at Kurt from the game, worry tracing the outlines of his eyes.

"You've been sad about something lately and I saw today that your mommy didn't look very happy either, I was wondering if it was because of the same reason."

"I'm not sad…" Blaine argued, though Kurt could hear his voice wavering. Kurt rolled the dice and moved his red mouse 2 spaces, landing on a "crank" space. He turned the crank and the two watched as the mouse trap was set in motion and Blaine's mouse was caught within the yellow plastic cage. "You win." Blaine said dejectedly, though Kurt knew he wasn't upset about losing the game.

"Why are you sad, Blaine?" Kurt asked, moving across the board to sit beside his friend, linking their fingers together as he took Blaine's hand in his own. Blaine said nothing so Kurt squeezed his hand, letting him know that he really, really wanted to help.

"My mommy and daddy were gonna get another baby." Blaine said slowly, as if he was still trying to understand the problem himself. "But then my mommy told me that they lost it." Kurt raised a delicate eyebrow.

"How can you lose a baby?" He asked but Blaine just shrugged.

"I don't know. My mommy just cries all the time now, she says all she ever wanted was a big family or something and dad keeps getting angry at everything and that makes mom cry even more. I'm not really sad about the baby because I never even knew the baby but I miss seeing my mom happy and it's really scary when my dad gets mad." Blaine rested his head on Kurt's shoulder as Kurt hugged him tightly.

"Do you wanna sleep over at my house tonight instead?" Kurt suggested "My dad hardly ever gets angry unless I do something really bad." Blaine nodded shakily and they packed him an overnight bag before walking the short distance to Kurt's house before it got dark outside.

Hope you like it! More to come soon, leave a review? :D
Also, the flashbacks will become less frequent, I just wanted to bring to light just how close they are.