Kurt and Blaine were going through a box of old photos that were stuffed in Blaine's attic. One photo made Blaine gasp and turn it around to read the caption his mother always wrote. "Blaine and Kurt, 2 years old"

"Babe, look at this one." Blaine held out the picture, it had a curly haired boy in too big jean shorts and a power rangers t-shirt laying against a smaller boy with short, light brown hair, wearing what was unmistakable women's red high-heeled shoes as part of his ensemble.

Kurt choked on the water he had just taken a sip of, not wanting to spit it onto the photo, but hardly able to contain himself.

"You mean, we were friends before? Why didn't anyone tell us? How did we meet? Why did we not stay friends? Blaine? BLAINE? Did you know about this?" Kurt was getting frantic as he questioned Blaine, his voice getting higher and faster as he spoke.

"Kurt, honey, slow down. Why don't we go talk to your dad? He'll be more likely to answer us than my mom." He trailed off, looking back at the pictures, times when his parents did things with him, the whole family smiling.

When the boys got to Kurt's house they went straight to Burt, who was sitting in his recliner, watching the OSU game. "Dad, we need to talk." Kurt stated as he stepped between his father and the television.

Burt wasn't in the mood for a fight; he sighed as he turned the tv off, "What's up kiddo?"

"Would you please explain this?" Kurt stated in his best bitch-voice while holding up the picture of the two babies.

"Oh my…" Burt trailed off, lost in his thoughts.

Kurt and Blaine were laying on a blanket together, babbling like a couple of teenaged girls, a few words being understood by the adults, but for the most part the boys being in their own world.

"Bane, Bane!" Kurt called out to the curly-haired boy who was falling asleep. "Play wit me! Momma bot cups." The smaller boy handed Blaine a blue cup, keeping the pink for himself.

"Pe! Pe!" Blaine yelled out; he wanted the pink one.

Never the kind to withhold things from his friends, Kurt handed the pink one over, "We can share?"

Blaine nodded, taking a sip of invisible juice from the cup, then snuggling against Kurt.

Burt didn't know what to tell the boys. He remembered those days like they were yesterday, and then Blaine's dad got transferred to out of state. The Anderson's weren't the type to keep up with old acquaintances, so Burt and Elizabeth never tried to have Blaine and Kurt meet up.

When the two boys got together in high school Burt hadn't thought it was important to tell the boys they were friends when younger, he wanted to see where the relationship would take them.

Now, at twenty-three years old, and planning on getting married, Burt knew it was time to share their childhood with the boys.