So, I was reading through some other fanfictions and I stumbled across a really sad one about Kurt and his Mom, and I got this idea.

Try not to choke on the fluff! And if you do, please don't sue me!

Don't own Glee. If I did, Kurt would be shirtless...all the time...

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When Blaine walked into the Lima Bean that morning – just a regular Thursday – to meet up with Kurt (the boy who he was currently head-over-heels for, he might add, though it was very blatant and cliché to say that) as they always did, he was surprised to find that the other boy wasn't there.

Normally, any other person would let it roll off of their shoulders and order their coffee, sit down at their normal table and await the other person's arrival. Blaine, however, knew Kurt better than that. Kurt was never late. Ever. He had this whole skin-care routine, Blaine knew, that he would follow every morning, which required waking up at some God-awful time early in the morning. Thus, he was always either there already, or would arrive at the same time.

So, he walked around the coffee shop with his brow furrowed, looking for Kurt and ignoring the questioning and annoyed glances that were sent his way. When he was sure that Kurt was nowhere to be found, he made some sort of a confused sound and bought his coffee. After paying the cashier and sending her a charming smile, Blaine headed outside and gave a quick glance around for Kurt's car. He saw nothing, and headed back to his car.

He and Kurt had several classes together – English, World Cultures, AP Calculus, and Environmental Science – and Kurt wasn't in any of them.

By 6:00, long after classes and Warblers practice had ended, Blaine was thoroughly confused, because this was just another thing that Kurt never did; miss classes. Blaine had seen Kurt come to class with a horrible stomach bug, the flu, and even strep throat. This was simply because Kurt hated missing things. He hated getting behind on work and having even more homework than he usually would, which is a lot as it is.

Blaine's thoughts were cut off when he felt his cell phone buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out to see Flint's – the guy who had the room next to Kurt's – number on his screen.

Uh, you need to get down here. -Flint

Blaine raised an eyebrow and typed a quick reply.

May I ask why? –B

It's Kurt, dude. He's a mess. I could hear him crying from Alec's room. –Flint

Blaine immediately started towards Kurt's room and mentally face-palmed. Duh, why didn't I check Kurt's room? He looked over the text again and finally processed what it said, his eyes widening with worry.

What happened? What's wrong with him? –B

We were going to ask you the same thing. –Flint

When Blaine finally made it to the dorms, he practically sprinted towards Kurt's room, and immediately understood what Flint had been talking about when he reached Kurt's floor.

He could hear Kurt crying from ten or more doors down, and his heart ached more and more with each sob. Blaine practically flew to Kurt's door, and once he was standing in front of it, he paused in front of it for a few seconds, for it had grown silent. He sighed and knocked.

"Kurt?" He asked softly. When there was no answer, he placed his hand delicately on the doorknob. "Can I come in?" He waited.

"Yes." Kurt's shaky, soft voice broke his heart, but he turned the doorknob anyway, entering his friend's room.

When Blaine saw Kurt, the first thought that came to his mind was how angelic Kurt looked. His cheeks were stained with tears, and knew ones quickly flooded out of his eyes every time he blinked, making water coat his long eyelashes. His piercing blue eyes were bloodshot, and rimmed with red. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt, sitting cross-legged on his bed and leaning against the wall, clutching a picture frame tight to his chest. His hair was slightly mussed, as if he hadn't done anything at all to look presentable, but he only looked completely adorable to Blaine.

Kurt sniffed. "Hi." He said softly, a new river of tears streaming from his eyes.

Blaine walked over cautiously and sat down next to Kurt. He put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "What going on?" He asked tenderly, rubbing small circles on Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the picture away from his chest. Blaine looked over and saw Kurt as a little kid, wrapped in the arms of an identical woman, whom Blaine guessed to be his mother. Kurt looked so cute and carefree, with a huge grin spread across his freckled face. He almost laughed, but right now, Blaine had felt less like laughing than he ever had in his life.

"It's my Mom's birthday today." Kurt answered, just barely above a whisper.

Blaine was confused by this; he hadn't expected that answer. "OK...well, why don't you just...y'know, call her?" Blaine started to reach for Kurt's cell phone, but Kurt caught his arm. Blaine turned to look at him, and saw that he was shaking his head.

"No. I can't." Kurt sniffed. "She..." Kurt drew in a sharp, shaky breath. "She's dead, Blaine." Blaine's eyes widened. "Sh-she died whe-hen I was e-eight..." He forced through sobs. His shoulders were now violently shaking, and Blaine quickly pulled the younger boy to his chest, where Kurt clung onto Blaine's shirt for dear life.

"Oh my God, Kurt, I am so sorry." He said, stroking Kurt's hair and immediately feeling guilty. "That was completely insensitive of me. I'm so sorry..." He rambled.

"It's OK." Kurt said, still sobbing. "Y-you didn't kn-know." He nuzzled his head into Blaine's chest, taking in the warmth. He inhaled slowly. "I really miss her, Blaine." He said sadly, and Blaine could practically hear his own heart breaking.

He wrapped his arms tighter around Kurt and pulled him onto his lap, and Kurt curled into a ball there, resting his head in the crook of Blaine's neck. Blaine rubbed soothing circles onto Kurt's back. "It's alright." He cooed.

Kurt took Blaine's shirt in fistfuls. Not with anger, but with need. "Why are you so nice to me?" He asked gratefully.

Blaine gaped at him, and cupped his cheek, tilting his head up. When his eyes met the watery, crystal blue ones met his, filled with pain, he only felt pure love. "Because," he started, stroking Kurt's cheek with his thumb, "I'm your best friend. And this is what best friends are for." He whispered, and slowly leaned down to kiss Kurt slowly.

Kurt's breath hitched when their lips met, but he squeezed his eyes shut and kissed Blaine back passionately. When they pulled apart, Kurt was the first to say something.

"Blaine," he began, his eyes still closed, "I don't think that best friends are supposed to do that." He said, trying to joke around but not able to bring humor into his voice.

Blaine gave a small smile, leaning in again. "Then we'll be the first to start the tradition." He said, and Kurt smiled back before kissing him again, slowly and sweetly.

"No." Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips. "Because right now, I want to be more than that, Blaine." He said, and Blaine felt his stomach do a flip.

"So do I, Kurt." He said warmly, and again, they kissed. Kurt smiled into the kiss, and knew that somewhere, his Mom was watching, and that she was proud; that she happy for them both.

Kurt's picture frame sat on his bureau every year after that, and on that one day of every year, he would think about that one specific day.

And he would smile.

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Oh, hello there, rushed ending. :/ Sorry 'bout that.

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