A/N: Here's some kid!fic for Klaine Week 2012! I hope you like it, I'm going to try and do it everyday, so you'll get 7 stories in the collection if all goes as planned! I also want to take time and thank you all for being so supportive, I love reviews, and I am so sorry if I haven't gotten to yours yet-my life is all kinds of ridiculous right now, and I'm severely behind, so I'm so sorry if you feel left out or forgotten (I hope you don't!). As always, I love favorites/reviews/alerts, so thank you all so much!

This is for Klaine week, which you can find at klaineweek2012(.)tumblr(.)com!

And, as always, I am at goodgollyimmolly(.)tumblr(.)com!

"I don't want to go back to daycare, it's stupid," said Blaine as he climbed into his parents' SUV. "Everyone picks on me 'cause I'm the littlest an' Miss Emily is mean. Can't I just go to big boy school all day instead of just in the morning?"

"Are you buckled up, Blainers?" His mom asked absentmindedly as she checked her palm pilot.

"Did you hear me? I said I don't wanna go back there, it's stu-"

"Shh, Blaine, mommy needs to make a phone call. Now buckle in."

"Fine," Blaine huffed as he threaded his seatbelt through his booster seat. "I'm gonna run away and never come back."

"That's nice," she said as she put the phone to her ear. "Now shhh, mommy needs to call the office."

Blaine slumped in his booster seat and stared out the window as his mom pulled away from the curb.

That night when Blaine got home, he packed up his favorite things into his suitcase. He packed all his Power Rangers, his favorite teddy bear, and his nicest outfit (he had heard his daddy talking about how people needed to dress nice to get a job, and Blaine supposed that he was going to have to start earning money). He decided that he would leave right away in the morning before his mommy and daddy woke up.

Blaine woke up super early-the sun was barely up! He wrote a note as best as he could, he had been practicing his writing, but some letters were still really tricky, and all he had were his magic markers. He set off for his favorite park, he figured that he could live in the tunnel between the jungle gyms, it seemed nice.

By the time he had walked three blocks, Blaine was really regretting bringing ALL his Power Rangers, his suitcase was super heavy! And the park was still a whole five blocks away! He really should have brought his bike, but he could hold his suitcase and ride at the same time because he didn't have his training wheels anymore.

The bus! He saw a bus stop ahead, and he had five dollars on him that his Nana had given him for his birthday. He would wait and take the bus. He walked to the bus stop and sat on his suitcase, and waited.

The little boy with the bright red suitcase had caught Elizabeth Hummel's eye as he walked past her house and down to the bus stop as she made breakfast. She was a bit confused as to why a little boy would not only be up at 7:30 on a Saturday, but would be trying to get on a bus. She set the oven timer for the quiche, then quietly slipped out the door.

"Hey sweetie, what are you doing here all by yourself?" She asked the curly haired little boy. He just looked at her, eyes wide, then turned away abruptly.

"I'm not 'sposed to talk to strangers," he said resolutely, crossing his arms across this chest.

"Oh honey, I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to know if you needed help. You're obviously a big boy though," she said and Blaine puffed out his chest, smiling.

"I am a big boy! I'm five years old, and I can tie my shoes and ride a bike without training wheels," he said proudly.

"Wow, that's awesome! My little boy still has training wheels," Elizabeth said with a laugh. "Now, my name's Miss Lizzie, what's yours?"

"I'm Blaine, B-L-A-I-N-E," he spelled proudly, then stood up and held out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Well aren't you a little gentleman," Elizabeth said, laughing and shaking his hand. "I suppose we're not strangers now, so would you like to come and eat breakfast? I could even call your mommy and daddy and see if they'll pick you up."

"I don't wanna," Blaine said, looking at the ground. "They'll be angry. I ran away."

"Well Blaine, why don't we get a little breakfast in our tummies, then we'll decide what to do, okay?"

"Okay," Blaine said, taking her hand and grabbing for his suitcase.

"Lizzie, the oven's going off," Burt called from the kitchen. "Do you want me to get it or-now who's this?"

"This is Blaine," she responded as she had Blaine set his suitcase by the front door. "He'll be joining us for breakfast."

"Hello Blaine, I'm Burt," Burt said as he peeked out of the kitchen. "Now Lizzie, do you want this thing out of the oven or not?"

"Yes please," she said.

"Where'd your hair go?" Blaine asked, looking at Burt quizzically.

"Oh no! It was here this morning!" Burt joked, running his hand through his nonexistent hair. "I'm just kidding kid, I'm bald."

"Like the eagle?"

"Not quite," Burt laughed, before going back in the kitchen.

"Now what's your last name, Blaine?" Elizabeth asked.

"Anderson, A-N-D…E? I? I don't know how to spell that one yet," Blaine said, face screwed up in concentration.

"That's okay, I'm sure I can figure it out," she said as they both walked into the kitchen.

"What's this?" Burt asked, eyeing the quiche. "It doesn't look like bacon."

"It's a spinach, bacon, and tomato quiche," Elizabeth replied as she directed Blaine to take a seat at the table. "Is that okay with you, Blaine?"

"Yes, thank you," he said.

"Who's that," asked a very sleepy looking little boy with messy brown hair.

"That's Blaine," Elizabeth said. "Blaine, meet Kurt."

Kurt immediately ran behind Elizabeth's legs to hide, clutching her pant legs tightly. "Kurt," she warned. "Kurt, come say hi to Blaine."

Blaine jumped down from his chair and held out his hand again. "I'm not scary," he said, peering around Elizabeth's legs. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kurt."

Kurt yanked on his mom's sleeve. She bent down to listen to him, smiling. "Kurt would like to go get dressed before he introduces himself," she said, suppressing a laugh as Kurt broke away and ran back upstairs.

"He's silly," Blaine said, sitting down at the table again.

"He's Kurt," Burt sighed as he poured coffee for Elizabeth and himself.

"So Blaine, what would you like to drink?" Burt asked.

"Do you have orange juice?" Blaine asked.

"Yep," Burt said pulling out the carton, before calling out, "Kurt! Do you want orange juice? Kurt!"

"I'm not ready for my entrance yet," a small voice hollered down the stairs.

"Just get down here, it's not like the president is here!"

"Every moment is an opportunity for fashion," he called down the stairs.

"You don't even know what that means!"

"Do so! Mommy told me!"

Elizabeth sat down at the table, laughing as she heard Kurt descend the stairs. "Don't you look nice, Kurt," she said as he stepped into the kitchen, adjusting purple bowtie he was wearing.

"Thank you, mommy," he said, then walked over to Blaine's seat and held out his hand. "I'm Kurt Hummel."

"It's nice to meet you Kurt," Blaine said, shaking his hand. "I like your bowtie, I have one like that too! It's my favorite!"

"Cool," Kurt said, blushing as he sat down across from Blaine. "Do you want to play tea party after we're done?"

"Can my teddy bear come?" Blaine asked hopefully.

"Of course! We can't have a tea party alone, and I know Ariel is coming," Kurt said as his mom served breakfast onto his plate.

"Ariel?" Blaine asked as he shoved a mouthful of quiche into his mouth.

"Yes," Kurt said, carefully using his utensils to cut his quiche. "Like from Little Mermaid, she's my favorite."

"Cool! Maybe she and Winston will be friends," Blaine said as he devoured the rest of his quiche.

"Is Winston your bear, honey?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yeah! He's super cool, I made him all by myself. I got to put his heart in and everything," Blaine said excitedly. "May I be excused?"

"Don't you want to wait for me?" Kurt asked in a small voice, like he was scared that Blaine was leaving.

"I need to get dressed up! I brought my best outfit with me," Blaine said. "May I use the restroom?"

"Let me show you where it is," said Elizabeth as she got up from the table.

"Thank you," he said as he swung himself down from his chair and ran to grab his suitcase.

"Now Blaine," Elizabeth said, leading him to the bathroom, "I'm going to have to call your mommy, okay? She's probably really worried about you."

"She'll be busy," Blaine said as he took his outfit out of his suitcase. "She's always busy."

"I don't think she'll be too busy for a little boy as nice as you."

"Maybe," Blaine said thoughtfully as he grabbed his teddy bear. "I need to get dressed now, okay?"

"Okay Blaine," Elizabeth sighed as she walked out of the bathroom, grabbing Blaine's suitcase to check the luggage tag. "We'll be in the kitchen once you're ready."

"Hello, Mrs. Anderson, my name is Elizabeth Hummel, and-"

"I'm very busy and don't have time for a sales call right now, thank-"

"It's not a sales call," Elizabeth said quickly. "Your son wandered into my yard this morning-"

"I assure you that's not the case," Mrs. Anderson interrupted. "Blaine is still asleep."

"And I assure you that I have a curly-haired, hazel-eyed, short little boy at my house right now that would beg to differ," Elizabeth retorted.

"We'll see about that," Mrs. Anderson remarked, and Elizabeth thought that she must have been climbing stairs from the clicking she was hearing. "He's not in his bed."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!"

"I don't have time for this today, honestly," Mrs. Anderson huffed. "Could you keep him there for an hour? I have a very important business call, and his father is out today."

"Um, sure, I guess," Elizabeth said. "Do you feel comfortable with that?"

"Yes, yes, that's fine," she replied. "Just keep him occupied, okay? I'll pay you-"

"You don't have to do that."

"I most certainly do, now give me your address so I can pick him up later."

Elizabeth finished up the phone call with Mrs. Anderson, and then walked into the kitchen, still flabbergasted by her phone call with Mrs. Anderson.

"Did you get ahold of his parents?" Burt asked.

"Yes," said Elizabeth, taking a seat at the table. "She asked me to keep him for a couple of hours, as she's busy."

"But we don't know her," Burt said, looking confused.

"I know, but I think keeping an eye on Blaine is the least we can do," Elizabeth said.

"I suppose you're right," Burt sighed. "Kurt's setting up the tea party out back."

"Where's Kurt?" Blaine asked as he walked into the room. "I dressed Winston up for the tea party too!"

"You both look darling," Elizabeth said, smiling at him. "Kurt's-"

"Here I am! Come on! Let's have a tea party!"

Kurt had laid out cookies, candy, and a pitcher of milk for their tea party, and had set up four places for them.

"Here you go," Kurt said, pulling Blaine's chair out for him.

"Thank you," Blaine said as he took his seat.

"I don't really know how this works," Kurt said. "Usually no one but my mommy or daddy wants to play tea party with me. "

"Why not?"

"'Cause little boys aren't 'sposed to have tea parties," Kurt almost whispered, looking down at his shoes.

"I think it's awesome," Blaine said.

"Really?" Kurt smiled brightly at him.

"Yep! Now let's play! Do you want to pour, or do you want me to?"

"I will," Kurt said, standing and grabbing the pitcher.

"Fank you," Blaine said, stuffing a cookie into his mouth as Kurt poured him a glass of milk.

"You're welcome," Kurt giggled as he sat back down.

"Can Winston have a cookie?"

"Yep! Ariel likes the peanut butter ones, maybe Winston will too!"

"He says he'll try one," Blaine said, grinning.

The boys went on for about an hour before they switched to Power Rangers-the blue one and the red one had got married, but then the red one decided to marry the yellow one instead, and eventually the blue one moved on to the white ranger, is what Elizabeth heard. It wasn't until around eleven that Mrs. Anderson showed up.

"Thank you so much for watching him," Mrs. Anderson said as she let herself into the Hummel's house. "I don't know what gets into him sometimes, I swear that he'll be the death of-"

"Well, he's welcome at our house anytime," Burt loudly interrupted.

"Really? Because he's quite the handful, I know-"

"I think we can manage," he replied coldly, walking out of the living room and into the kitchen.

"Where's Blaine?"

"He's out back, you can follow me," Elizabeth said.

"Blainers! I've been worried sick about you," Mrs. Anderson said upon seeing Blaine.

"You don't look sick," Blaine said, looking confused.

"Oh sweetheart, it's an expression, now come on," she said, holding out her hand. "Say goodbye to the-what were your names again?"

"I'm Kurt," Kurt said, standing up and holding out his hand.

"Yes, well, we have to go now," she said, ignoring the gesture. "Say goodbye to Kurt, Blaine. And, um, was it Elizabeth?"

"Yes, it was, but Blaine doesn't have to-"

"Bye Kurt," Blaine said, looking at his shoes. "Bye Miss Lizzie, thanks for breakfast."

"You're welcome, Blaine," Elizabeth said. "You can come to our house anytime. As long as you have permission," she added.

Kurt looked at Blaine, then at his mom before launching himself at Blaine. "You're my best friend now," Kurt said as he hugged him. "Please come back and see me."

"I will," Blaine solemnly replied.

"Thank you all," Mrs. Anderson said as she ushered Blaine out the back gate.

"Now you never do that to mommy again," Mrs. Anderson said as she buckled Blaine into his booster seat. "You don't just run off on me ever again."

"Hey, lady," Burt said as he walked out the front door with Blaine's bright red suitcase. "You forgot this!"

"Thank you," Mrs. Anderson said as she grabbed it and threw it in the trunk. "I'm very sorry for the spectacle Blaine caused."

"He's a special kid," Burt said. "Keep an eye on him."

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Mrs. Anderson said as she climbed into the SUV, answering her ringing phone. "Wave bye-bye Blainers!"

"Bye Burt!" Blaine called out the window.

"Bye Blaine, come over anytime," Burt said as he waved back.

"Blaine is my best friend ever," Kurt said as Elizabeth tucked him in that night. "We're going to be best friends forever and have tea parties and play Power Rangers, and-"

"Okay, little guy, but now it's time for bed," Burt laughed as he poked his head in.

"Okay daddy. 'Night mommy, night daddy! I love you," Kurt said as Elizabeth turned his nightlight on and kissed his forehead.

"We love you too buddy," Burt said from the doorway.

"Do you think we'll see Blaine again?" Burt whispered as Elizabeth closed the door.

"I'm not sure," Elizabeth sighed as they walked down the stairs. "I hope so."