I've recently heard about a disorder-type thing, Synesthesia, where you experience everything with a certain color. And then I heard about someone with total colorblindness...and so this was born.
This is AUish - not very AU; it has aspects of the Glee plot, but takes place with almost all of our glee buds as kids and growing up.
Onward, I suppose.
He's always lived in a world of colors; everything was something. All numbers had their colors - for example, 6 was a salmon color, 19 was a mixture of 1 and 9, so purple - letters had their own numerous quantities of mixtures; no color of the alphabet could be described as just 'green' or 'blue'. To some people, this could be either confusing, or overwhelming; but he found that this was what made the world more interesting for his tiny four year-old self.
He doesn't know that not everyone sees the world like he does, that not everyone associates letters, numbers, symbols, classes, people, music notes - anything, really - with colors. He doesn't know that he's that one out of every two hundred people that see things with colors.
It's different, and yet he doesn't know it yet.
xXx
He's never experienced color.
He's never thought that that was unusual or anything; how could a little four year-old like himself understand that seeing everything in black, white and various shades of gray weren't normal? That he should be experiencing a world of colors?
But somewhere deep inside, he knows that it's not right. He knows that he should be seeing something more than just bland, neutral colors.
Living with something like total colorblindness is highly rare; only a few people in history have ever experienced not being able to differentiate colors.
He thinks it's normal. He doesn't know what colors are.
xXx
To be fairly honest, Kurt loved daycare. His mother and father never understood why he adored his center, why he almost ran out of the car without saying goodbye.
But Kurt loved daycare because he enjoyed the colors.
At daycare, there were letters everywhere, numbers, and symbols, things he'd later learn how to use in life. At his own home, his mother and father hardly had anything that he could see colors with.
And, maybe his best friends Rachel and Mercedes also added onto the effect of daycare. And the dolls.
Kurt bounced down the hallway, the little four year-old walking himself to the Butterfly room because he was a big boy, and big boys didn't need any teachers to come and help them to their rooms.
The walls were a cheesy yellow color, with a coco-brown baseboards lining the peachy-pink tile that had white flecks, like snow dropping onto each of the tile squares. The whole place had this comfortable feeling to it, once you got to know the daycare better and it wasn't your first day here.
"Well, hello Kurt!" Kurt recognizes that voice almost immediately. The skinny, small boy looked up to see one of his favorite teachers, Ms. Corcoran, sitting neatly at her desk, behind the big, long counter where the parents signed their children in.
Kurt gave her a small smile, his glasz eyes sparkling in the bright light emanating from the ceiling lights. "Good morning, Ms. Corcoran!" he said automatically, dipping his head in respect to her, like his mother taught him, before turning around and scampering into the Butterfly room.
Some of the other kids that were already playing inside looked up to see who had come, but no one had really paid any special attention to the boy who'd just came inside the room. Which didn't really bother him, because Kurt immediately ran to Mercedes and Rachel, who were playing with some dolls from the daycare near the center of the room, on the green-gray wiry carpet.
"Hey girls!" he squeaked as soon as he reached them, a smile gracing across his features. Mercedes smirked and handed Kurt one of the dolls, while Rachel just nodded, her eyes drifting across the room.
Of course, Kurt knew that she was looking at Finn Hudson, the tall boy that played a lot with Noah Puckerman, a.k.a the daycare bully. But he didn't dwell on the daycare crushes, not as much as Mercedes or Tina Cohen-Chang.
It was only about twenty minutes after a vigorous role-play session with Mercedes and Rachel that Tina came over, a juice box in one hand and a Mulan doll that she always brought from home in the other.
"Hey, did you guys hear? We got a new kid in today!" she said enthusiastically, her brown eyes brightening.
Mercedes looked up at Tina, cocking her head to one side. "We did? None of the teachers said anything..," she commented, looking over at Rachel. "Rach? Did you hear anything?"
Rachel snapped out of her mini trance, looking up at Tina and Mercedes. "What? Oh, no, haven't heard anything," she said, shaking her head.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Would be surprised if you did, you know, from how much you stare at Finn," he remarked, looking down at his doll.
Rachel pouted at Kurt, her eyes narrowed. "That's not funny, Kurt!" she hissed, crossing her arms over her chest.
Kurt sighed, looking back at Tina who had now settled herself onto the carpet. "Who is this kid, anyway?" he asked, slightly curious. If it were a girl, than maybe he'd have someone else beside Rachel and Mercedes to play with all day!
Tina shrugged. "I don't know, I just heard Sam and Artie talking about it," she said, glancing over at the clock. "Hey, what time's recess again?" she asked, before the bell, signaling recess time came a few moments later.
"Now," Kurt sighed, getting ready for the stampede of toddlers, all wanting to go outside in the sweltering heat to play.
xXx
Even though Kurt wasn't the biggest fan of the playgrounds, the one thing that he really enjoyed was the swings. Well, before Puck and Finn tromped all over them like those monkeys that he saw on the Animal channel.
He smirked, abandoning Mercedes side, and running towards the so far deserted swings, anticipating the exhilarating rush of wind that he got as the swing swept over the floor, without his small feet touching the mulch floor.
Kurt skipped - he liked skipping, okay? - over to the swings, grabbing onto the chain linked sides and lifting himself up, twisting to sit himself onto the swing seat correctly. He smiled, kicking off from the floor, and moving his legs in and out, just like his dad taught him only a few months ago.
Kurt sighed as the wind hit his face, closing his eyes only for a moment, before opening them and staring out into the playground. The sky, as he had noticed, begun to have yellow tendrils swirling in feather-like circles, blue-gray blotching at their seams. He smiled as the colors began evolving in his vision, welcoming their presence like a shopping trip with his mother. She seemed to be getting better, starting to recover from that sickness that his father had told him about.
He looked over at the playground, watching as all of the other kids played around with their friends and groups. He sighed as Santana Lopez snapped at David Karofsky, something about Brittany Peirce and pushing down. He wasn't a wizard or anything, but he understood that Dave must have pushed sweet and ditzy Brittany down on the ground, and Santana, as her acting guardian, was giving the small boy a 'lesson'. Kurt knew that he didn't want to be anywhere near either of them.
Off to the side, near the back of the playground that's safely tucked inside the neat white picket fences, is a boy that Kurt's never even seen before. The boy was small, and looked about his age, and was just watching all of the other kids play, not participating in any of the games that they were playing.
Kurt blinked, slowly realizing that this boy must be the new kid that Tina had talked about. At first, he wasn't sure what to do; should he get up and talk to him, make him feel welcomed like Rachel had on the first day of daycare?
He jumped off of the swing, landing neatly on his feet, and walked over to the back, dodging a red ball that Lauren Zizes flung at Noah, probably because the arrogant boy had told her that she had cooties again. He didn't dwell much on the other kids problems that much.
As soon as he reaches the boy, he immediately gives him a smile, just like Mommy told him to do to new people, because being nice is a good policy, according to her. "Hi!" he says excitedly, his eyes bright, "I'm Kurt!"
The boy looks up, hazel eyes slightly frightened, as if Kurt was one of those bullies like Azimio or Rick. When he saw Kurt, he must have been able to tell something, because he immediately smiled back. "I'm Blaine," he told him, his voice soft and quiet.
Kurt swept the concrete with his hand, knocking the mulch back into the dirt, and sat down next to Blaine, smiling. "How old are you? I'm four," he asked, curiously.
Blaine smiles as well as he says, "I'm four too,"
And then Kurt smiles as well, because he can already see the soft and warm gray coloring that he felt when Blaine said his name, just like he saw the banana yellow when he met Mercedes, and the baby pink with Rachel.
Kurt then, unexpectedly, hugs Blaine, smiling the widest smile since his fourth birthday party, when his father had finally gotten him that giant doll house that he'd asked for since his third birthday, right after the sensible heels that he never got. Maybe Santa could get him those…
"We're going to be best friends, Blaine, I know it!" Kurt squeaks, laughing as Blaine gives him a crooked grin.
This turned out better than I expected, actually. I'm proud of it, really.
Review, please!