A/N: Okay, sorryfor the wait I meantto postthis on two days ago, but I am VERY lazy and never got around to it. I know this chapter probably isn't very good, so thank you for taking time to read it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, sadly it belongs to Ryan Murphy. (for now atleast, Mwa ha ha ha ha!)
Elementary school, grades kindergarten through sixth, the time when most children dream without limit and see the world through rose colored glasses, but sadly young, nine year old Kurt had lost his mother nearly a year ago and had closed himself off from the majority of his classmates, including his best friend Noah Puckerman.
Puck's ears pricked up as he heard someone with the most beautiful voice singing so sadly that it nearly broke his heart. He followed the mournful sound and made his way into the elementary school's supposed to be empty music room, and froze as he slipped inside once his softening brown eyes landed on Kurt, his best friend and the boy that had always made him feel strange things. Puck gazed upon the stunning, chestnut haired boy who stood in the centre of the music room, enchanting blue eyes closed, singing his lament through any arbitrary words or phrases that came to him as gentle tears flowed down his soft, always blushing, cheeks. Puck could do nothing more than to sink into the nearest chair, listen to the boy let out his sorrow through the song, and share in the shed tears that began to slowly stream down his young, boyish face.
Just as Kurt began to finish up his song, his sobs becoming too great to continue, Puck rose from his chair and made his way over t embrace the smaller boy in a warm hug. Kurt gasped, opening his tear filled eyes, he looked up to see that it was Puck who was holding him, with tears still falling from his warm brown eyes; Kurt wrapped his suddenly kitten weak arms around the larger boy. The two just stood there, whether for minutes or for hours the boys would never know, and they held each other as they silently cried, Kurt for the mother that he had lost and Puck for the father he would never know.
Puck pulled them over to the chairs and sat them both down with Kurt sitting half way on his lap and resting his head on Puck's shoulder. "That was beautiful and sad," Puck murmured softly, before kissing the top of Kurt's head, "but please Kurt, come to me the next time you are feeling sad. I never want you to cry by yourself again." Kurt nodded, his voice still too weak to answer. Puck held him awhile longer before he rose to his feet, hugged the smaller boy, and then pulled away, only to grasp his tiny hand in his and stare deeply into the cool blue of Kurt's eyes. "Kurt," Puck pleaded as brown eyes met blue, "you have a wonderful voice, and the next time I hear you singing please, promise me, that it will be a happy song, okay?" "O-okay," Kurt said, his voice still a bit frail, "I promise Noah." "Thank you," Puck kissed his soft cheek gently, before continuing in a quiet, hushed tone, "Now let's go and be kids." "How?" Kurt asked laying his head down on Puck's shoulder as they stood together in the empty music room. "We're going to go to the park, and we're going to play, and after we're done playing I'm going to buy us some ice cream with the money that my nana gave me for getting the leaves out of her pool." Puck explained wrapping Kurt in another hug before pulling away slightly and lifting the smaller boys head up to look at him. Kurt smiled up at him, before leaning up a little to place a few soft kisses on Puck's warm, tan cheek, and said in a much more cheerful tone, "Thank you Noah. You're the best."
The two of them left the music room of the elementary school, and made their way to the park where they would play, and laugh, and do all the other things that nine and ten year olds do, and the two promised that they would only cry with each other from then on, because who else could ever truly understand them, the boys who had lost a parent so young?
Thank You very much for reading, and please criticize me and let me know what I needto improve on. Once again thank you very much!