A/N: Wouldn't it be cute if everyone in Blaine's family had a name starting with 'B'? I think it would. Anyway, this is my first story here. I wrote some HP fanfiction when I was a preteen, so it's been years since I tried this. However, Blaine and Kurt were too cute a couple not to write about. Reviews would be appreciated more than anything, and I will give you a virtual cookie if you review :) (I make the BEST virtual cookies).

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Chris Colfer, or Darren Criss. Though I will own Darren Criss soon. You can count on it.

Cars crash everyday. People die. Souls flit out of bodies like breath out of lungs, like glass through the air. Cars are made to crumble on impact, made to buckle and fold on the outside to protect what's on the inside. So when the hood of the little blue sedan crumpled like wet paper, the boy inside didn't die; he just broke.

Blaine could never walk straight. Rex Harrison would have given up on him after dozens of tomes fell off his head. As Blaine walked through a room, his hips would be drawn to table corners as if magnetically charged and his thighs and upper arms would bash against pillars and walls. And on this particular winter morning, the chill in the air had tightened his skin, making it more prone to bruising. After dinging his knee on his bed frame, he decided it best to stay seated for the remainder of the morning. After very cautiously making a cup of hot tea, he nestled into the big, plush couch with a microfleece comforter and the TV remote.

Why are the best things always on The Access Channel? Do blind people have better taste in entertainment than the sighted population?

Blaine resigned himself to watching Singing In The Rain with a detailed narrative rambling on distractingly. It didn't take long before he started to enjoy it, however, laughing as the speaker tried to catch up with Donald O'Connor's frenzied feet. It was then that his phone rang. He had left his phone in the kitchen, so he had to jump up and run to get it before it stopped ringing. He bumped his right shoulder on a standing lamp before reaching the phone and glancing at the caller ID.

Kurt Hummel

Kurt was possibly Blaine's favourite person in the whole world, and the sight of his name made Blaine beam like a searchlight.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Blaine. Happy Saturday," Kurt chirped.

"And to you as well, sir," Blaine said, smiling sheepishly.

"Any plans for today?"

"Not unless you wanna do something,"

Please want to do something with me, thought Blaine, biting his lower lip.

"Well, let's do something, then," Kurt replied nonchalantly.

Blaine did a victory lap in his head. "Any ideas?"

"Let's go to the aquarium!" Kurt sounded like a little kid.

Blaine could picture his eyes lit up with excitement and chuckled. "Sure, pick you up in an hour?"

"Sounds good. See you then." With that, Kurt hung up.

Just as Blaine was about to go upstairs to get ready, his mom and little sister walked through the front door. His mom was carrying large grocery bags in both arms and was holding the door open with her foot as Bonnie bounded in, a bubblegum cigar held between her teeth.

"Morning, Hon," Mrs. Anderson said to her son as she struggled with the groceries.

"Morning, mom," Blaine replied as he took the bags from her and set them on the kitchen island, "bit early to be shopping, isn't it?"

"Well, Bonnie needed tap shoes for her new class and was up at 6:30, ready to go get them."

Blaine chuckled at Bonnie and ruffled her hair. She flashed him a toothy grin, her front teeth both missing.

"Besides," their mom said as she kissed Blaine on the cheek, "it's already ten and you're still in your pyjamas. If anyone's off-schedule, you are."

"Good point," Blaine conceded.

"Are you just going to - Bonnie! Do not jump on the couch! - laze around the house all day?"

"No, I'm going to the aquarium with Kurt."

Betty Anderson rose her eyebrows and gave Blaine a smug look. "Kurt again, hmm?"

Blaine pretended not to know what she was hinting at, and just shrugged his shoulders and raised one eyebrow back at his mother.

"Mm, yes, of course, you're 'just friends'." Betty said.

"We are!"

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Hon, but I hear stories about that boy every night at dinner and you spend all your free time with him," She said as she headed towards the stairs, "You've even scribbled 'Mister Anderson-Hummel' in your diary,'" she added, climbing up and out of sight.

"Wait! Excuse me! You read my diary?" Blaine shouted after her.

She peered back around the corner at the top of the stairs and said, "Not on purpose, Bunny, you left it open on your dresser and I was just getting your laundry." She smirked and disappeared again.

Blaine stared after her blankly, lost in thought. He jumped at least two feet in the air when Bonnie snuck up behind him and shouted, as little kids do, "Who's Kurt?"

"Oh, um, he's a friend of mine."

"Is he your boyfriend?" She shouted again.

"No, he's not, and shh!" Blaine said, thoroughly irked.

"DO YOU LOVE HIM?" Bonnie yelled even louder this time.

"BONNIE!" Blaine yelled back.

She ran away, giggling, and Blaine chased her around the house for a good ten minutes until he remembered that he had a date.

No, it's not a date. It's just a... chill sesh. We're hanging out. Like bros.

Blaine scrunched his nose in disgust at calling Kurt a "bro." He practically threw his sister into his mom's room and shut the door. He then proceeded to have a long, cold, soapy shower.

"Shit."

Half an hour later, Blaine was standing in his room with a towel around his waist, his hair dripping cold water down his face and neck. He needed to be at Kurt's house in twenty minutes and he was a forty-minute drive away. He quickly texted Kurt ("running late, see you soon") and threw on an old pair of blue jeans and a dark green turtleneck sweater. He scurried downstairs, grabbed a coat and shouted a farewell at his mom as he hurried out the door.

Five minutes later, he was zooming down the highway in his blue Honda, singing along sloppily with the radio.

The Warblers would be ashamed to hear me now.

His phone chirruped from his pocket. He knew he shouldn't get it, but what if it was Kurt? Blaine waited until he was stopped at a red light before digging his phone out of his pocket to read his text. It was indeed from Kurt.

Ok, c u soon :)

Blaine smiled at his phone. Usually he was a complete grammar Nazi, yet when Kurt broke the rules, it was cute. Suddenly, a car horn blared from behind, jolting him back into awareness. The light had turned green. He stepped on the gas. The angry truck behind him tailgated him for a few miles after that, even though Blaine was speeding slightly.

The sooner to see you, Kurt darling.

After losing the truck behind him, Blaine took to singing with the radio again, even more loudly and recklessly than before.

"IF YOU'RE LOST, YOU CAN LOOK AND YOU WILL FIND ME, TIME AFTER TIME!"

Cyndi Lauper doesn't get enough credit.

Blaine was making great time on his drive. He had already shaved eight minutes off due to speeding and consecutive green lights, but he could see some mild traffic congestion up ahead. He decided to take a back route and turned onto a smaller road. Just as Blaine was praising himself on his luck, he hit a patch of black ice.

A/N: *le gasp* Cliffhanger! If you don't know, Rex Harrison was the guy from My Fair Lady who taught Audrey Hepburn to sit up straight by putting books on her head. I think. I haven't seen that movie in a while. I usually hate sad stories, but this is totes gonna be one. To cheer you up, why don't you go to YouTube and watch the Striped Sweater Song from Spongebob? It was the inspiration for Blaine's outfit ;) Also, review! It'll make me so happy.