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"Stop! It's not that funny!" Kurt was nine years old, and the little boy who ran around Lima with tears streaming down his face was completely gone. His dad, well, they didn't know why exactly, but they had talked less and less as they got older, and Kurt figured it had something to do with his mother. Really, with everything happening at home, he should have been an emotional wreck. But, he had Charlie. He was nine, and what was weird, is he didn't look too much different from when they first met, but in some ways, he did. Kurt noticed his eyes were brown, like, a deep, dark brown, and he didn't know why, but that made his heart race really fast, especially when they looked into his own eyes. He had lips, of course, like all humans do, but Kurt couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to press his lips against the other boy's. But he figured that was just him going crazy, that's all. He even used to feel this weird, burning tingly feeling whenever Charlie talked to girls, like his face was going beet red, and his heart might jump out of it's chest, but all of that would go away when Charlie smiled at him. He loved spending time with him, except when he found out all about Kurt's cosmetics collection; he always had to makeover Kurt. At first, Kurt always cried in horror whenever the boy did him over like a prettier boy, instead of a 1920's film star, but eventually, he kind of liked it. Now, they were curling Kurt's hair, because Kurt had previously said he wanted hair like Charlie's, which caused them both to blush furiously. Kurt taught him roughly how to use the curling iron, but he would look up, and always see Charlie playing with Kurt's hair, annoying him to great end. Now, little plastic bugs were ending up in his hair, which most certainly was not glamorous.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just, I like the way your hair feels, all soft and fluffy..." The moment felt stiff and unmoving, and that was when Kurt realized this felt like The Moment. You know, The Moment where he runs through the airport terminal to tell a woman he loves her, or The Moment where the ex-boyfriend tells the bride he is the man she should be with. The Moment where the football star shoves aside his head cheerleading ex-girlfriend, and throws the geeky girl into a passionate kiss. It was weird, though, Kurt had never seen something like that happen in a movie with two boys, but he couldn't help but think it would be-

"Hot!" Charlie's brain was floating off to a similar place Kurt's did, and with just the slightest slip, he burned his best friend right on his forehead. "Charlie, I should never have trusted you to do my hair, only professional stylists should be grooming my locks!" Kurt tried to sound angry, but really, he just came off as a little bit annoyed. He couldn't stay too mad at the boy. Charlie couldn't believe what he was doing, but he turned towards Kurt, put the iron down, and ever so gently kissed the burn mark on Kurt's forehead.

"Better?" Kurt gulped loudly, then nodded happily, both far too shy to say anything more. So, they just kept doing Kurt's locks, as Kurt prayed the boy might slip again.

"Hey, dad! How was your day?" Kurt's voice sounded as sweet and bubbly as the emotions skipping around in his chest. Him and Charlie went to different schools, but they always made time to meet after school. Burt looked quite intense, and, with a look of pure remorse, handed the little boy a note. "What's this?"

'Dear Kurt Hummel,

I'm moving and not coming back. I'll miss you.

From Charlie.'

Kurt didn't understand. Why was his best friend moving? Was it the kiss? He knew it, it had to be that. Boys weren't supposed to have The Moment, were they? Even more than he missed the boy he had bubbly feelings for, he missed his best friends. So, for the first time since they met, Kurt sobbed hard, and once again, Burt was there to offer him support. If only those were Charlie's arms around him...

"Hey, Charlie!" Jesse's entire body stiffened in the middle of the McKinley High parking lot, and he ever so slowly turned around. He didn't even need to look to see who was calling him, because even though he couldn't help himself, it was clear the slightest prompting at Kurt would remind him of their... experiences. Jesse began walking towards Kurt, but the boy was so angry, that his feet took him to Jesse in a matter of seconds. "So, do you mind telling me- what the hell are you doing here? And why are you called Jesse? Oh, wait, sorry, I forgot one question, what was it again- why did you leave and just give me a lousy note to remember you by?"

"That's an awful lot of questions, don't you think?" Jesse's calm and suave attitude set Kurt into fits of maniacal laughter.

"Wow, this is rich, so, you singlehandedly ruined my childhood, and here you are, annoyed I'm asking too many questions? Cause, you know, I have a lot more questions, like, why did you kiss me-" Jesse's face darkened considerably as this was said, "so unless you want to answer those questions, how about you just tell me what I've already so politely asked you to." Jesse sighed, then turned to his former best friend.

"Look, Kurt, you shouldn't have to get involved in this, besides, why would you want anything to do with me, you hate me-"

"I hate you because I want everything to do with you! Do you think I forgot about what we had? What you did? I hate myself, because, no matter what you do to me, one thing will always stay certain. I love you." Kurt couldn't believe the words that were slipping out of his mouth. Well, Charlie/Jesse got up and left in the middle of the night before, so who said it wouldn't happen again? He needed to make sure that he knew what he was leaving this time. Jesse sighed sadly, then pulled a crumpled note out of his jacket pocket, placing it into Kurt's hand.

"Please, Kurt, just- forgive me. Forgive me, and move on." Kurt wanted to protest. But what was the point? He couldn't chain him down and make him feel the way. If he didn't want to stay, then forcing him would just be the opposite of everything that meant so much to Kurt; someone loving him. He unfolded the old, crumpled paper, and, in neat pencil crayon, read what appeared to be a letter.

'Hey, Kurt! I am really sorry, but my parents just told me that I have to leave Lima, we're moving. I just wanted to say that I'll never forget you. You weren't just my best friend, but if you felt the same way, then my first love. That's kind of weird, saying to another guy, but I feel it, and I hope it's not too weird for you, too. I hope where we're going has letters, but I'm not too sure, it's kind of distant. Anyway, good bye, Kurt, and remember, I'll come back for you one day!"

Kurt wasn't sure he understood. So, Charlie, Jesse, whoever this was, loved him just as much as he did... once upon a time, of course. The more and more he talked to Jesse, the more he felt like a total stranger- they once had a connection, so it was worth pursuing. Casually, though, Kurt didn't have the wardrobe picked out for epic romance, especially because it generally meant travel, which he most certainly didn't have a suitcase large enough for. But all cliches aside, one thing confused Kurt quite thoroughly. Why didn't Jesse give him the letter back when he was Charlie? And more importantly, if he didn't write the other letter, then who did?

Sad. Someone is bitter about childhood friends, I bet you couldn't tell, right? Ha, no iron burns, but enough of the emotional kind to make me take it out on my characters. Anyway, pouring out emotions aside, I hope you liked/loved/wanted to marry this chapter! Feedback is appreciated! Until next time!