a/n: Another short one to end it. It's been really nice posting this story and having you guys read it. :)
disclaimer: I'm assuming, if you've gotten this far, that you know I don't own Glee.
"Hey, Kurt, look what I found."
Kurt looked up from his breakfast to a beaming Blaine who was waving a thin booklet in the air triumphantly. Kurt simply raised his eyebrow and waited for Blaine to explain his find.
"It's my old booklet, you know, the photo one with the messages in it?" Kurt snatched it from his hand, making him laugh before sitting opposite him, next to a confused Wes.
"I pulled out mine a few weeks ago; I didn't think you'd still have it, what with the moving and stuff."
He was flicking through to the messages page, which was, as he had remembered, fuller than his. But his eyes locked, not of the messages, but on the tiny drawings that surrounded them. A swing set, a book of sheet music, a sky (complete with a cloud and airplane), a bird, hopping on the ground rather than flying. He smiled as he looked at them.
"Remember those?"
"Of course. And, if I remember correctly…"
He flipped back a couple of pages to Blaine's photo, beneath which was a drawing of him, which showed far more emotion than the photo could, far more than you'd expect a ten year old to be able to draw. He was leaning over a page as he wrote something, his hair flopping into his face.
"Will one of you please explain?" Wes was almost begging as he said it.
Kurt grinned at Blaine, "No," he replied, as if that was to be expected.