So this is a story I've been working over for a while, I hope you like it!

Rating is subject to change, blah, blah, blah, here's the good stuff


Kurt's parents had no idea how he had suddenly started eating twice as much, but they figured it couldn't hurt considering how skinny he was. He finished dinner, made at least four sandwiches –where did he learn how to make a sandwich anyway –and brought them outside where they promptly disappeared. They didn't think to look outside because, frankly, it was their relaxation time for the day. Wasn't independence supposed to help kids?

Their son sure wasn't complaining. Blaine came back every day to visit him, leading them through an exciting fall. Kurt talked about his Halloween costume as a power ranger, Blaine as a pirate. But as they entered winter, Kurt found that Blaine didn't have the same privileges.

As usual, Blaine was waiting in the garden when Kurt ran out of the house laden with sandwiches and two mugs of hot chocolate. Blaine hurried over to help him carry it, though Kurt suspected it was more to get his hot chocolate quickly. It wasn't until he reached out for a hug when he realized Blaine was freezing.

"Blaine!" he gasped when he felt the icy skin. "Don't you have a coat?"

"I-I didn't have t-time to get it," Blaine said through chattering teeth. "I had to go out my window."

The window bit flew right over Kurt's head so he took off his coat to attempt to wrap around Blaine's shoulders. It was rejected strongly, though, which Kurt found strange since it never happened in the movies.

"If you give me your coat, then you'll be cold," Blaine explained to Kurt's confused look.

This made Kurt look around in thought for a moment after he had pulled his coat back on. As soon as he had an idea, he raised a finger quickly before running inside. When he emerged a few moments later, it was with a pile of colorful winter coats in his arms. Blaine reached out to grab the one on top of the pile, but Kurt swatted his hand away.

"We're having a fashion show," he stated.

Kurt wasn't messing around.

"Aw, c'mon. The green is really fuzzy and warm."

"But the red looks really pretty on you! Your skin is nice in red."

Blaine blushed at that, grabbing the red coat to slip it on. This earned him a triumphant smile from Kurt along with a quick hug.

"Okay, that one's yours!" he declared. Blaine shook his head in disbelief so Kurt continued, "It doesn't fit me, anyway. I think Mommy was going to give it away, but you deserve it much more."

Blaine spoke his thanks, and they finished their cold meal in relative silence. Similar thoughts filled both their minds, but they could only relate what they knew to movies and TV. Nothing fit quite right. How could they possibly like another boy?


Kurt rarely admits it out loud, but he has a fondness for dark curls. Often, while going about his business, he'll find a head of hair similar to one of his childhood. And, no matter how awful the day, or crowded the city, it puts a smile on his face.

If he's being realistic, Kurt will say he has distorted Blaine into an infallible being in his head. All faults forgotten in long years, he is now Kurt's image of perfection and hope. Unfortunately, all of that is placed onto a twelve-year-old boy, for that is the last Kurt saw of him.

Now, Kurt is angrily realistic frequently, but there are moments few and far between where he suspects there is more to his fondness. Whether Blaine was an angel-realistic Kurt scoffs at this-or simply a stunningly perfect human, sometimes Kurt wishes he had the boy here to judge it.

He's not a preteen anymore, though, with a peculiar best friend (well, at least he'd never call Rachel that to her face). He's an adult who is going to face the world with independence that will shatter any fantasy he can come up with.

But, then again, that woman's bushy hair makes the rest of his day seem much more inviting.

When he enters his favorite coffee shop, he orders and sits down quickly. He really doesn't have that much time in the morning, but he likes to use whatever he does have to relax a bit. While sipping, he glances around the coffee shop. There's a mass of orange curls in the corner that make him smile, but what really gets him is the black hair plastered to a boy's head across the shop. Kurt giggles a bit at the sheer amount of product, wondering how atrocious someone's hair would have to be to have to glue it to their head.

Really though, it's endearing to see the boy so well-kept, especially with the pale blue bowtie around his neck. He has a little moment where all he hears is a toddler with large, golden eyes admiring Kurt's own bowtie collection. Blaine never actually wore bowties, himself, though. He knows he's stretching it.

After a glance at the clock and a boy with his gelled head down, Kurt decides he really must be going. He walks out of the shop, purposefully avoiding looking at the boy as he does so. And, it might be his imagination, but he thinks he felt someone's eyes on him as he left.

It's a quick walk to a tall building, then to the elevator to push the 6 button. Kurt flips through a notebook on the way up, but flips it shut when the elevator doors open. The room is comfortable, which makes Kurt okay with a simple desk in a large office with others. He's happy to be here.

It was a pretty big decision for him. He had to cut his time with his dad in Ohio short to come back here to start his job. And, to add to his loneliness, Rachel wouldn't be back for another month. The apartment was all his for that time. On the other hand, it's his first job in the fashion industry. Well, paid job anyway. His boss is really a sweetheart, even if she isn't hugely famous, and his coworkers are really great people who are slowly becoming his friends.

Enough time passes for Kurt to just open up his email on his laptop before Amber crowds next to him.

"Okay, Kurt, you have really great ideas for summer so I need to look at this for next year," she hurries out. "Please, please, please, I'll love you forever?"

Kurt tries to sigh as he turns to her, but it comes out as more of a chuckle. He grabs her sketchbook to ponder for a moment before handing it back.

"Needs a coat," he states simply. Amber looks at him like he's crazy.

"This is for summer. It's fashion for the beach, to top it off. You think it needs a coat?"

"Well, yeah. Look at the shoes; they aren't tied in at all. But a belt wouldn't work with that top, which also doesn't cut with the shorts well. I suppose you could add a hat, but that's not really the statement you're going for. A light jacket wouldn't be too bad, but bigger shoulders would really make the look. Use a coat," Kurt explains quickly, turning back to his computer as he finishes.

"What about a scarf?" Amber inquires.

Kurt looks at the sketch, then her.

"Well, yes, a scarf would work perfectly."