Well, this is it! I have been working so hard on this, and it is finally upload day! Drum roll, please...

I've been reading Klaine fanfics for ages now, especially Coatsy's "Something's Coming" (if, by some miracle, you come to read my stuff but haven't heard of her, please please PLEASE check her out!) and so I decided to add my own to the growing mass! The title came to me in a flash of inspiration whilst writing the first chapter - it will be explained later on! As far as the other characters go, I will incorporate all of them. However, I understand that things don't remain as they are in highschool, so a lot might change. However, the character history is the same, so Kurt and Blaine still met on that pretty impressive little stair on that Dalton staircase. We have a lot to thank that hallway for!

As for the first chapter, it sort of wrote itself. It is a common misconception that authors write books - the charcters do. I got to the end of this chapter and was quite happy with how it went. Then, I started writing the next chapters, and this one looks pretty dull now!

The rating I gave it will be aparent in a couple of chapter's time, so, if you are that-way-squeamish, then just just my notes before each section for a warning!

So, enough talking from me at the minute; please enjoy and review. And if you don't enjoy, then the review will be even more welcome!

Prologue (one in summary bar was cut short)

On November 2nd 1993, a screaming baby was delivered and Mrs Anderson held her son for the first time. Her husband smiled down at the young boy. The proud parents named the tiny baby Blaine.

Five months and six days previously, Elizabeth and Burt had held their baby boy. His eyes were bright and smiling and he was only minutes old. On May 27th 1993, Kurt was born.

This story starts exactly twenty-three years after the first event. These two boys would grow up and love each other. This is the story of Tears and Cookies…

Bang!

"I'm back!" Blaine's voice travelled down the corridor and reached Kurt, who was lounging on their bed, going over the lyrics to the current chart hits on his iPod. He didn't hear the sound of his boyfriend's call, and instead Blaine was met with Kurt singing: "So will someone come and carry me home tonight / The angels never arrived / but I can hear the choir / so will someone come and carry me home."

Blaine smiled at the front door, shook his head gently, and picked up the carrier bags to take them into the kitchen. He took the bread out and put it in the breadbin. Next, the vegetables went in a box by a wall and were covered with a Hessian bag. He stocked the fridge next: the meat, milk, yoghurts; finally, he took out the bottle of champagne and placed it in the fridge on the wine rack. As he was doing so, he heard Kurt again: "I'm at a payphone trying to call home / All of my change I spent on you."

Blaine put his shopping bags away in the cupboard where the couple kept them, and made his soft way along the carpeted hallway to their bedroom. By the time he reached the door, Kurt was almost screaming: "But you didn't have to cut me out / Make out like we never happened and that we were nothing / I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger / And that feels so rough." Now worried, Blaine pushed open the door just in time to see Kurt rip his headphones from his ears and bury his face in his pillow.

"Hey, babe, what's wrong?" Blaine was at his boyfriend's side in an instant, leaping on to the bed to rub his shoulders in an attempt to stem the sobbing. "Come on, Kurt? Sugar?" Kurt slowly rolled over to reveal his face and Blaine gasped. Rivers were cut down his skin: rivers of tears, rivers of blood. Blaine saw now that the pillow had been stained red and some blood had been smudged on his boyfriend's face. He grew angry. He withdrew his hands from Kurt's shoulders and turned them into fists. He clenched and unclenched them, trying to curb his fury. His face grew tense and his bones were more defined and he searched Kurt's face, taking in every cut and every patch of red. Soon enough, Kurt's cheeks grew the same colour as the blood, and Blaine attempted to stop making him feel uncomfortable.

"Who?" he asked. "Who was it? Who did this?" With every sentence, his voice grew louder, harsher. Kurt seemed to shrink away from him, and he forced himself to calm, just a little bit, to make him feel more comfortable. Kurt's puppy dog eyes gazed into Blaine's stormy pupils, and Blaine melted. His anger dispersed and he calmed, realising it was more important to calm his boyfriend than to attack the one who brought harm on him.

"Kurt, what happened? Please, tell me." Blaine's soft voice soothed Kurt and he sat up and took a deep breath.

"You… you know that new cream you got me? The one from Sephora?"

"Yeah, sure. Infact," Blaine paused, a smile on his face, "I got you some more!"

Kurt's face fell, if that was even possible as it looked like his whole world was trapped at the bottom of the Grand Canyon. "NO! It was awful! The brand should be stopped and any remaining bottles taken to a huge pit and burned because it made me breakout and gave me spots and I had to try and get rid of them so I picked them and then they bled and now my face looks like this!" He had to stop talking merely for the fact that he didn't pause for any of his long speech. Now, as he gulped in air into his tired lungs, Blaine watched him and he started to smile. Kurt's eyes grew angry; could his boyfriend not understand the distress that this whole event had caused him? Did he find it funny that Kurt now looked like a pizza slash horror movie victim?

Seeing Kurt's obvious discomfort, Blaine stood and went to their ensuite bathroom to get some tissues. He dampened one and brought it back to Kurt, sitting next to him on the bed and carefully brushing away the blood, then discarding the dirty tissue. With the next one, Blaine dried his face, and all trace of the previous blood massacre had vanished. "There," Blaine whispered, staring at the gorgeous face sat opposite him. "All gone."

At the same time, the boys leant forwards and their noses brushed slightly before their lips met. The previous awkwardness in the room dissipated. Kurt moved further on to the bed and leant back, letting the pillows take his weight. Blaine followed him, letting his arms take his weight as he ended up lying on top of his boyfriend.

"I should have a breakdown more often!"

Right. What did you think? As I said at the top, please review. I can't say how important they are to me. I don't care if you loved it or hated it, just give me some feedback?

I feel like I should do a million and one shoutouts! I shall do the most important one: my betareader, the beautiful and crazy talented girl that is IThinkILeftMyCoatOutside. Without her, this story would never have left my fingertips. She's helped with inspiration, with word changes, typos, support, everything! So, thank you, so, so much!

This chapter remains unnamed, and I am more than willing to receive suggestions, either through PM or a review. You'll get a mention if you come up with one that I love!

I feel like I've got so much more to say still, but all the nervousness has just got to me and I can't think of a single thing. I will upload every Tuesday with this story, some time in the evening (UK time).

Thank you for reading it, it means one hell of a lot!

R/S Lu