Hey guys, so this is my first story ever. I'm a bit new to the Klaine community so theres a lot of inside jokes that I don't get xD I definitely hope kurt and Blaine end up together, and yes, I often bitch

to my friends about how the glee producers aren't doing things right. But enough about me,hope you enjoy the story, and please review : ) Disclaimer: I do not own glee or any of its characters : (

Spring~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Green grass, daffodils, kites, blue skies, Innocence, first meetings, brown eyes

Kurt shivered as a cool breeze swept by. He considered putting on his hood, but that would just make his perfectly styled hair messy. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and the sound of nature filled the air. Burt had decided to take Kurt out to play soccer, but Kurt had somehow convinced him to go to the park instead.

"Hey there, slow down, your daddy can't keep up." Burt smiled as Kurt ran off to a patch of flowers.

"But I have to find something to bring home to mommy! Plus, mommy said that you eat too much junk food, and that you have to ec-sise more or else you'll be fat." Kurt replied giving his dad a warning glare.

Burt chuckled. "Alright alright, I'll make sure I exercise more. Maybe one day I'll even be able to keep up with you."

Kurt nodded, distracted by the playground in the distance.

"Go ahead kid, I'll catch up." Burt said patting him on the back.

With that, Kurt ran as fast as he could, heading straight for the swings.

Just as he was about to reach it though, a curly haired boy came along and took the only swing left.

"Hey!" Kurt shouted, out of breath. "That's supposed to be MY swing, I called it."

Curly-hair turned around to look at him, and Kurt couldn't help but stare at his chocolate brown eyes. He was wearing a blue superman T-shirt, which had a small orange stain on it. Normally, Kurt would have deemed the shirt tacky, and decide to ignore the ugly-shirt boy, but on curly-hair, it almost looked cool.

"Sorry, I must have not heard you or something. Here you go, it's yours." Curly-hair offered with a goofy smile.

Kurt stood there, feeling confused. He had expected an angry reply, to which he would anwser with a threat about his dad, who would then come rescue him in a few minutes.

"Oh, well…my daddy told me to always be nice, so…I guess we can share." Kurt murmured.

"Thanks! My name's Blaine, I'm five years old. What about you?"

"I'm Kurt, I'm four and a half." Kurt replied. "Your hair is really curly…how is that possible?"

"I'm not sure, my mommy told me it's a gift from my dad. He's not here anymore so I never get to see him." Blaine shrugged, using his feet to rock the swing back and forth.

"Well I like it, it looks really cool. And I hope your daddy comes back soon." Kurt told him. This Blaine person is brave, Kurt thought. He didn't know what he would do if his daddy left.

Suddenly, Blaine gave Kurt a dazzling smile, one that lit up his whole face.

"Thanks, I don't really like my hair cause it's all messy. I like your hair though, it's pretty."

"Oh…thank you."

"Hey, wanna know a secret? Don't tell anyone else. I can trust you right?"

Hearing the word 'secret' Kurt's ears suddenly perked up.

"Of course! What is it? Don't worry I'm really good at keeping secrets."

Blaine smiled cheekily, then stopped the swing and leaned towards him.

"Truth is, I think your really pretty. Like a princess. You remind me of the fairy tale princesses in the books my mom reads to me all the time. My favourite is the one with the mermaid princess who falls in love with a human prince, even though her daddy doesn't let them be together. Do you know it?"

Blaine asked excitedly, practically bouncing on the swing, curls flying everywhere.

Kurt felt his pale face turn red, and tried to control the urge to smile so hard his face would probably hurt. It was as though something was tugging at his heart. It wasn't exactly an unpleasant feeling,just…new. Blaine thought that he was like a princess? No one had ever said that to him before. He decided that Blaine was somewhat like a prince.

"Blaine!"

Who's that? Kurt wondered as he turned around and saw a girl running towards them.

"CJ! You're here! I thought your mom said you weren't allowed to go outside today." Blaine questioned.

"That was my mommy! My daddy took me here silly! I told him that you were gonna be here and that I wanted to see you and he said yes!"

Kurt stared at her, she had green eyes and bright red hair. She also had tiny freckles dotted across her nose, but they weren't very noticeable. She was pretty. Really pretty.

"Oh, hi there! Are you Blaines friend? I'm Charleen. Nice to meet you." CJ said with a lopsided smile, and held out her hand in a very grown up way.

"I'm Kurt, nice to meet you too." Kurt stood up straighter, and shook Charleen's hand. Somehow, being near Charleen made Kurt wanna be more grown up like her.

"Blaine! Lets go play! Why don't you let kurt use the swing? Don't hog it." CJ took Blaine by the hand and dragged him away.

"Sorry Kurt, gotta go, you gonna be here tomorrow?" Blaine asked as he walked away.

Kurt thought about it. I don't want to go to the park again tomorrow, but if Blaine's asking it must mean he wants me to come again.

"Yeah!" Kurt shouted.

"Good! See you tomorrow!" Blaine shouted back with that goofy smile Kurt was slowly getting used to.

Kurt sat on the swing feeling lonely. So, Blaine had a princess already, Charleen.

But hey, so what? Kurt thought. He was a boy, and boys didn't need princes.

Who cares about Blaine? I don't even want to be a princess. I want to be a power ranger. Kurt thought stubbornly.

Okay, so maybe Kurt did care about Blaine. Sure, Kurt had tons and tons of girl friends, but he didn't have any guy friends. And the nice baker that would always give him extra cookies doesn't count. While all the other guys built their forts and played around in the mud, Kurt had been busy perfecting hairstyles and trying them out on his friends and their dolls. The cars and action figures his daddy had bought him sat in a lonely corner of his room, hidden deep in his toy box.

Kurt didn't want to lose his only new guy friend. We are friends now, right? Kurt hoped.

Meanwhile, Burt had been watching everything from the monkey bars. What just happened? He wondered. And why does Kurt looks so upset?

"Kurt! Come on, time to go home buddy. We can come again some other time." Burt shouted, waving at him.

Kurt looked up, as if coming out of a trance.

"Okay daddy." He replied, jumping off the swing. As he walked towards his dad, Kurt saw something on the ground. A card with the letters HP written on it, and a picture of a guy wearing glasses.

He picked it up, deciding this would do as a replacement for the flowers he was supposed to find and bring home to his mommy.

Kurt walked home with Burt hand in hand, ranting about a new tea party set he wanted, and how he didn't get his clothes dirty at all today. Yet he couldn't stop thinking about the curly haired prince and his green eyed princess.

Spring~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ cards, swings, princes, friendships, misunderstandings