Dear Readers,

So, this is my shortest chapter yet, and for that I apologize. But it's mostly just a filler chapter, to set up the next one. The next chapter will be the last of their first year. I know I've kind of skipped forward quite a bit, but I'm extremely anxious to get to their later years. I hope this chapter is satisfactory enough to hold you over until I'm done with the next one. Enjoy!

Hugs and Butterfly Kisses,

You'reAbsurd

(I own nothing.)

Chapter 6: Best Friends Forever

The sound of chirping birds floated through Blaine's open window. Blaine cracked an eye open but didn't move, simply listening to their melodious voices. He got up slowly, yawning and stretching. He tip-toed over to the window, being careful not to wake up anybody else. He leaned against the window sill, breathing in the fresh spring air. It was the first Saturday that was nice enough to spend outside. Blaine hurriedly pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt, not wanting to waste any of his time outside. He sped from the room, closing the door more roughly than he intended. He walked across the hall and waltzed into Kurt's room, not bothering to knock, knowing he'd be the only one in there. Surprisingly enough, Kurt was not an early riser. If someone tried to wake him up before ten in the morning on the weekend, they had better be prepared to get their head chewed off. Except Blaine. He had special "best friend" privileges. Blaine creaked the door open and shut it quietly behind him. His assumptions had been correct. Kurt was the only person still in bed. Kurt's sheets were tangled between his legs and his blanket was lying on the floor. He was sprawled out on his bed, facedown. Blaine smiled. Kurt was always so composed during the day – seeing him like this felt like he was looking at a whole new side of Kurt. Blaine padded noiselessly to Kurt's bed, carefully climbing up next to him. He watched Kurt for a moment. Watched his chest rise and fall, watched him mumble in his sleep, watched him tighten his hold on his twisted sheets. He stood finally, gingerly, so as not to wake him quite yet. He wobbled slightly, but quickly regained his balance. He bounced up and down, gaining momentum. His bouncing evolved into full out jumping.

"KURT," Blaine bellowed close to Kurt's ear. "KURT, WAKE UUUUPPP! WE HAVE TO GO OUTSIDE, IT'S SO NICE OUT!" Kurt groaned, stuffing his pillow over his head. Blaine yanked it away and Kurt made an irritated sound. He covered his head with his arms, trying to ignore Blaine. "Kuuuuurt," Blaine whined. "You have to get up so we can go outside!" Kurt sighed, finally giving in. He lifted his head and glared tiredly at Blaine, who was grinning goofily at him. He rolled his eyes and sat up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Kurt had major bedhead. Blaine thought it was adorable. He liked to see Kurt look less than perfect. It made him more…human. He waited impatiently for Kurt to get dressed, checking his watch more often than necessary. After about the tenth time he watched Kurt check his hair, his patience had run out. "Come on, you look fine," Blaine said while tugging him out of the room. Kurt squeaked, but didn't protest further. He let Blaine drag him down the stairs, through the hall, and out the door. The morning air was chilly, and Blaine and Kurt were glad they had worn sweatshirts.

"You would think it would be warmer than this, considering it's the middle of April," Kurt complained.

"It's still early," Blaine reasoned. Kurt rubbed his hands together, trying to warm them. Blaine casually slipped his hand into Kurt's. Kurt tried – and failed – to act nonchalant about it. They had never really discussed their mistletoe kiss, and Kurt didn't know how to bring it up. Or if he even should. Kurt and Blaine strolled hand in hand to a large, sturdy oak tree. Blaine sat on its roots and patted the spot next to him, gesturing for Kurt to sit beside him. They sat in silence for a while, watching the wildlife around them and feeling the cool wind on their faces.

"You were right," Kurt muttered. "It is nice out." He glanced at Blaine with a small smile.

Blaine clutched his hand more tightly. "Told you so." He grinned at him smugly.

"So," Kurt began. "What did you want to do? I mean this is nice and all, but I assumed with all your excitement, that you'd had something you wanted to do."

Blaine shrugged. "Not really. I just wanted to be outside." His eyes flitted down nervously to his lap before eventually locking onto Kurt's. "With you." His cheeks flushed, not from the cold, and he hung his head in embarrassment.

Kurt felt his throat close, like something was stuck in it. He cleared his throat several times, attempting to swallow the lump that had formed inside it. He watched the trees rustle in the breeze. "Well, what are friends for?" Kurt flashed him a withering smile.

Blaine's own smile faltered. "Y-yeah." He cleared his throat. "You're a really great friend, Kurt." Kurt's expression softened at the sincerity in Blaine's voice.

"You're a great friend too, Blaine." Kurt bit his lip slightly. "The best friend I've ever had." Blaine beamed.

Kurt felt a drop of water splash against his cheek. He looked up to see more raindrops falling from the gray sky. Kurt frowned in disappointment. Of course, the first day warm enough to go outside would be ruined by rain. He sighed, standing from his spot on the ground, pulling Blaine up with him. He started to go inside, but Blaine stopped him, taking hold of his upper arm to keep him there.

"Where are you going?" Blaine pouted.

"Inside," Kurt said in confusion. "It's raining." He pointed to the clouds.

"So?" Blaine let go of his arm, taking a few steps back. He lifted his face to the sky and spun around in a slow circle. After a couple of rotations, he faced Kurt again. "It's warm rain. Let's stay outside." He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were pleading. Kurt deliberated for a moment. If he stayed, he would get soaked. But if he left, he'd let Blaine down.

Kurt sighed. The things he did for him. "Alright, we can stay out here." Blaine's face broke into an excited smile. He enveloped Kurt in a bone crushing hug.

"Thanks, Kurt. You're the best."

Kurt grinned, but inside, his heart was breaking.

Blaine was his best friend.

And that's all he was ever going to be.

I hope that was alright. It's definitely not my favorite chapter by any means. But, the next installment will be much better, I promise. Also, if you enjoy this story, check out my other work in progress, "The Dribble Drabbles of Klaine".