They pull up to the Hummel's house, a home that used to look so warm and inviting, but now only shows a shadow of sadness. Blaine is eager to leave the car to go see him, but he knows he needs to be sensitive, his Mom already lecturing him to be gentle. He's eight now, he's not a baby, and Kurt's his best friend, Blaine knows him better than anyone.

Well maybe except his own Momma.

But she's not here now, and she never will be.

They make their way up the drive to the wooden front door, knocking lightly on the frame. Soon enough Burt is there, his eyes lifeless and bloodshot, his skin pale and dark. His Mom said they were grieving, trying to process the loss of someone they loved most. And Blaine loved her too.

She was always there to kiss him on the forehead and give him an extra homemade cookie. She treated him as if he were her own, and he will always keep that dear to him.

They're welcomed into the dark home which was almost silent due to the significant presence missing, her sweet voice not lingering around the walls as she padded her way through her home, taking care of everyone and everything. And Kurt's voice isn't there either. Blaine was told he likes to keep to himself in his room, not wanting to talk to anyone. Barely even Burt at this point.

Soon enough Burt gives him the go ahead to see Kurt in his room upstairs, so he quickly takes the steps two at a time before he makes it to the familiar white door. He hesitates. Maybe Kurt doesn't want to see him. Maybe Kurt really does want to be left alone.

But Blaine doesn't want to be alone.

Faintly, he knocks on the door, awaiting an answer which he doesn't receive. He tries again to no avail. Instead he chooses to push the door slightly, poking his head of curls through the gap to gaze upon his best friend who is curled up under the covers, staring at nothing but the pale blue walls.

"Can I come in?" He asks shyly, not wanting to overstep.

As if Kurt didn't notice him before, he suddenly jumps and looks a Blaine for the first time. His pale blue eyes connecting with hazel and his chin starts to wobble. He nods silently and beckons him over to his bed holding out his small pale hand, "Can you cuddle with me?"

Like he had to ask.

Blaine takes off his sneakers and lines them up against the wall with Kurt's other shoes, knowing how much he likes things neat and tidy, before he climbs in bed behind Kurt, wrapping his arm around his waist. They stay like that for what seems like hours before Kurt finally turns in his embrace and whispers, "My Momma died B."

And that was all it took.

His sobs were heart breaking. Almost to the point that Blaine cried himself. All he could do what cuddle Kurt towards him, letting him cry on his shoulder, as he strokes through his chestnut hair, "Shh shh, it's okay, let it all out."

Blaine's not entirely sure what he's doing but it seems to be working as the longer he does it, the sleepier Kurt gets, and soon he has a dozing Kurt on him, "You need help kid, to get him off you?"

His eyes snap up towards Burt who's hanging by the door, his eyes only glued to his son. Almost possessively Blaine's arms curl around him tighter, his mouth turned into a frown, "No."

"You sure?"

Blaine simply nods as he places a gentle kiss to Kurt's temple, closing his own eyes to breath in his comforting scent. People may pick on the both of them for their 'weird' friendship or whatever, but Blaine knows he wouldn't have it any other way. He needs Kurt and Kurt needs him. It's a s simple as that.


"Now class Mother's Day is coming up, so I want you all to take a piece of paper and start drawing a nice picture for your Mommies, okay?"

The class start to get busy but Blaine can see that Kurt's eyes are starting to get wet, his eyes stay downcast. Blaine would go over there himself but he doesn't want to get into trouble by the teacher because he was out of his seat and not doing his work. He tries to concentrate on drawing but he keeps looking up to see Kurt not doing anything, and staying still. Because if he were to move, he would crumble.

"Kurt Hummel."

Oh no.

"Why are you not drawing a picture for your Mommy?"

His chin is now wobbling and Blaine knows his tears will be soon to start, "I don't wanna." It's faint, but the teacher hears him clearly.

"Kurt. Everyone in the class has to make one so I would like it if you would make one too. Won't your mother be disappointed in you when you don't have a pretty picture for her for Mother's Day?" The teacher is now kneeling in front of him, and the whole class is looking on silently.

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"No!"

"Outside now! You're going to the principal!"

His tears are running freely now down his face. He looks over to Blaine helplessly, his eyes wide in fear. He raises from his seat and starts walking to the door with the teacher when, "Leave him alone."

Everyone turns their heads towards Blaine, who's now standing at his table trying to convey the confidence he doesn't have, "Blaine don't get involved in this okay? Or you'll get into trouble too."

"I want Blaine." His voice wobbles, but it's sure and demanding.

"Absolutely not! Little boys are punished when they are bad, so you and Blaine will be separated!"

That was the wrong thing to say.

Kurt starts screaming. The tears are all over his face as he tries to fight his way back to Blaine but his teacher keeps him away, refusing to let them even touch. She tries to guide him into the hallway but it's proving to be more difficult that she thought as he keeps trying to push past her. It starts to get the attention of other teachers who try to help calm down the kid who always seemed so quiet and polite, but is now turning into a little monster.

"Let him go! Let him go!"

"BLAINE!"

"His Momma is dead!"

That made the teachers stop.

It was his only chance and he took it. Kurt ran over to Blaine and flung himself into his arms, burying his face into his neck. His shoulders were shaking in silent sobs.

"What did you say young man? Do you think that's something to joke about?"

"Do you think I'm joking?"

"That is no way to speak to a teacher!"

"What the hell I going on here?" Thank god for Burt, "I was called because apparently my son's in trouble but I find him crying his eyes out in class? What is happening?"

"Well it seems Mr Hummel that your son refused to do his work in class then proceeded to throw a tantrum when I told him to go to the principal. Then Blaine, his friend, stepped in and started to tell lies and disrespect me so Kurt wouldn't get into trouble." She looked down on them with disappointment, and what Kurt and Blaine later realise was disgust.

But Burt realised it now, "And what lies was Blaine telling?"

She huffs indignantly, "He had the cheek to say that Kurt's mother is dead."

"That's because she is."

The realisation of her mistakes dawned on her, her face going quickly red, "She died a couple of weeks ago actually, and it's been particularly rough on Kurt. Thank heavens he has Blaine because I don't know what my son would've done without him," He ruffles Blaine's curls affectionately, "So I think that after today's stunt, I'm going to remove my two boys from class and take them to get ice cream," He turns his protective gaze towards the teacher one last time, "Unless...you have a problem with that?"

"No not at all."

"Good." And with that the boys gather their belongings and follow Burt out of the school and into his beat up truck, "Boys I'm sorry about what happened today, you didn't deserve that.

Burt quickly realises that that's a sentence he has to keep repeating to them nearly their whole life.


A/N: Next Chapter is the start of high school! Please leave me a review.