I've decided to turn this into a multi chapter story of one shots from this verse. It's been a really long time since I posted this, but the idea's never really left my head. I'm going to try and get a few posted over the week.

I really hope you enjoy this. I'm not the best at angst, so this will mostly be fluff, I'm sure that won't upset too many people.

Enjoy :)

Oh, I do not own Glee, otherwise there would be a lot of shirtless boys.


The summer sun shone down on the connecting backyards as two young boys zipped through a hole in the fence, chasing each other and giggling happily. They were still at the age that nothing had disturbed their innocence. They could play together, watch Disney films, have tea parties and hold hands without feeling isolated.

From the kitchen window a mother and curly haired teenager watched with fond expressions on their faces, as they saw the two seven year olds dive behind a tree, Blaine attempting to climb the lower branches before falling as Kurt laughed at his best friend.

The smaller of the two, Blaine had a black eye patch coving his right eye and was wielding a wooden sword; whereas Kurt was dressed much more carefully, or as carefully as a seven year old could, he had a black and white striped shirt and a red bandana covering his head. They were pretending to be pirates, searching for the treasure just as they were called in for lunch

Fifteen minutes, and mountains of sticky jam fingerprints later, the boys were back to playing in the yard,

It was suddenly when Blaine stopped and looked at Kurt. "We need a bridge to climb over, just like they do in the movies."

Kurt nodded his friend and smiled. "The wooden ones like a plank!"

"With a cliff, so we'll have to be careful getting to the other side. 'Cause that's always were they treasure is, over the bridge."

Mrs Anderson opened the window, listening to the boys discuss their plans, shaking a wooden spoon at them. She was trying out a new recipe to offer for her catering business. "Boy, don't do anything dangerous now, you hear?"

"Yes Mom!" The veritable twin angels, sporting cheshire grins, chorused. Their families extended to each other, so Kurt called Claire Anderson, Mom, just as Blaine called Elizabeth Hummel the same.

They waited, until Claire was out of ear shot before scouring their backyards for the tools they would need to make the best rope bridge the world had ever seen! Ropes... Wood... and maybe one of Burt's hammers, they weren't supposed to be using unsupervised.

"What's going on out there?" came a curious reply making both Kurt and Blaine freeze, hiding the offending items behind their backs. Taylor Anderson, Blaine's fifteen year old sister asked, raising an eyebrow at the boys. Her face showed nothing but curiosity and a similar smile that Blaine had when he laughed.

"N...Nothing," Kurt stammered, gulping nervously.

Taylor laughed at their horror stricken faces and walked slowly across the grass. "Oh really? Can I see what's behind your backs then?"

"We don't have anything!" Blaine cried.

"Mhmm, I thought you two were going to make a bridge."

"We were?" They asked, Blaine cocked his head to the side and gave a small smile.

"Well, then let's get started!" Taylor said, toppling over backwards to lie in the grass as she was tackled to the ground by the seven year olds. "Just don't let mom see you, okay?"

"Okay!" Blaine said, dragging the long planks of wood behind their tree. "What are we meant to do Tay?"

"Well, we have to attach the wood to the rope..." The girl said patiently.

As the afternoon wore on the bridge began to take shape, with the planks of wood, carefully attached so the two boys could easily crawl across them without falling. It was sturdy and all three were proud of their work as they celebrated over glasses of lemonade.

Taylor was grinning like made because she got to help her two favourite brothers, considering that soon she would be moving out and going to college. She would miss these everyday things. The boys, however, were smiling because the bridge was long enough to reach between their bedroom windows, opening up a new world of possibilities for them.


As the years went by and the boys grew up, high school came and went. Kurt and Blaine still have their rope bridge that they used to climb across. It's rolled away in one of the closets in their shared New York apartment. No longer needed, but one of the many reminded that they were and always were going to be best friends.

Sometimes, they still got it out, mostly when Taylor came to visit and tied it between two trees in Central Park. Then for hours the trio would sit, talk and swing on it. The rope has been replaced several times and some of the wood has snapped but it was their special bridge.