I must warn you now, but be prepared for fluff. This is just a little bit of motivation to keep my muse alive as I write my other story, which accidentally got deleted of off fan fiction (blame my brother). It may be uploaded again later or updated with a newer version.

I adore Kurt and Blaine, and thought about kiddie!Klaine. They are too cute so I had to write something. In my head they have been best friends since they were four and live next door to each other. There may be some more one shots involving this !verse in the future, I already have ideas that I can build on.

Enjoy!

I do not own Glee.

"Kurtie..." Blaine whined, rubbing his thumb gently across the taller boy's palm affectionately. "Why can't we go get ice cream?"

Kurt groaned, turning his back on his best friend for the past three years, closing his blue eyes to soak in the sunlight. "Blaine, we only just ate lunch..."

It was true, Kurt's mother, Elizabeth was dozing with a book in her hand, hat covering her head and sunglasses perched at the end of her nose, on a red picnic blanket, crusts from discarded peanut butter sandwiches surrounding her. Blaine had forgone eating them, stating that he didn't want his hair getting any curlier, it was already out of control. The Hummel pair laughed at the boy.

"But I'm still hungry," his head of dark curls rested on Kurt's shoulder, a pleading look in his eyes, bottom lip protruding in a pout. Time to bring in the puppy dog eyes.

"You're always hungry," the older boy quipped, unaffected.

The summer sun beat down harshly on the predominately metal equipment in the children's playground, it was ridiculously hot outside yet the two boys had insisted on coming to the park that day. They had been going every day all summer with Kurt's mom and weren't about to break that tradition any time soon.

Clutching at his friends arm Blaine slunk around, fingers trailing along Kurt's arm. "I'll share with you. I promise. You can even pick the flavour. Please, please Kurtie, please."

The begging continued for several minutes until Kurt finally gave in with an indignant huff and a look only a seven year old could posses. "Fine," he hissed, halfheartedly. He couldn't bring himself to be mad at Blaine, he was too adorable. "But I get to pick the flavour." Strutting away he left the overjoyed boy behind, who had to leap in order to keep up. They linked hands, fingers intertwined innocently, as they walked.

"Yay," Blaine cried, halting so abruptly in front of the ice cream stand that Kurt ran into his back.

The two seven year olds blinked up at the kindly man serving. He smiled sweetly down, pulling his cap over his sweaty forehead, picking up a shiny metal scoop. "What can I get you boys?" He asked.

Kurt stepped forward with his spindly legs and thin frame. "One scoop of vanilla," his gaze flickered to catch Blaine's face fall slightly, "actually, one scoop of chocolate ice cream, please." The man nodded and proceeded to scoop out the ice cream.

The small boy looked up at his friend with wide hazel eyes. "You didn't have to get my favourite flavour. I know what you think about getting chocolate on your coat." He squeezed their conjoined hands.

"It makes you smile, and I like seeing you happy." Kurt said, turning back to the ice cream vendor, thrusting the small hand clutching rumpled bills forward. Exchanging the money for the sticky treat the boys retreated back to the shade, sliding down against an old tree.

Systematically they took turns licking the cone, carefully avoiding it dripping on their hands. Unfortunately being a hot day it melted quicker than expected and the melted chocolate ice cream got all over their faces, staining around their mouths. Kurt allowed Blaine to finish it off, watching as the shorted boy feverishly savoured the treat with a soft smile on his face.

They ended up sitting under the tree what felt like hours, talking about their favourite Disney movies for planning an up and coming tea party they would partake in later that week in Kurt's front yard. Somewhere along their conversation Blaine had grown bored and had begun to poke at Kurt with a stick, claiming it to be a magic wizard wand. This resulted in the retaliation of Kurt and the boys dissolved into a full sword 'wand' fight.

"Boys," Elizabeth called, their heads snapping up to look at her, sticking in hand clanging on the ground, "It's time to go."

She took both of their hands and led them on their short walk home, depositing Blaine back at his doorstep. They two seven year olds waved at each other over the low fence. "See you tomorrow Blaine," Kurt called as he stepped inside.

"Bye Kurtie!"

When Kurt's mother died he was a wreck. The eight year old refused to leave his bed and hid away in his room, not allowing even his father to enter. Every night he would cry until his eyes were red and swollen and he fell asleep.

It was a week after Elizabeth's funeral when a small tapping could be heard at his window. Sniffing wiping his eyes the small boy crawled across his bed to look out of his second story window. Smiling at him from the opposite window was Blaine, a small pebble clasped in his hand. Kurt waved meekly, a ghost of a smile on his face, shoving the window open.

Blaine turned with a wide grin to pick something up. He appeared moments later with a coil of rope with planks of wood attached haphazardly. The previous year they had scrounged up enough rope and wood to make a somewhat acceptable rope bridge long enough to cross the gap of their houses, it was safe to say that neither Burt Hummel or the Andersons knew anything about it.

It was a very short gap, only about six or seven metres. The dark haired boy climbed out of his window, balancing on the thick tree branch outside his house, closing the gap between them further, and tossed the rope to Kurt who grabbed it easily and tied it to a hook set up for this exact situation.

Blaine then crawled over the short distance and was helped into Kurt's bedroom. Immediately he wrapped his friend into a hug, ignoring the backpack slung over one of his shoulders. "Don't cry Kurtie," he said softly, rubbing Kurt's back in soothing circles. "I'm sure your mom wouldn't want to see you so sad."

The boys moved over to the bed and sat huddled together while Kurt cried into his shoulder. Blaine sat patiently, his arms encircling his waist. Kurt shook, shivering from the cold air blowing in from the still open window and the grief he felt. His mom was his world and now she was gone. "Don't leave me," he squeaked, he couldn't handle loosing Blaine too.

"I'm not going to leave you Kurtie. You're my best friend." The eight year old wiped away some of the tears falling from the other boy's eyes and pulled out a tub of vanilla ice cream and two spoons from his back pack, Kurt's favourite. Kurt looked at him quizzically, Blaine shrugged and smiled, stating simply. "Ice cream always makes me feel better when I'm sad, and I saw Taylor eating it after she and Max got into a fight and she was crying."

Taylor was Blaine's older sister who was already in her junior year high school, and Kurt's adoptive older sister. She loved the small boy as much as she loved Blaine, if not a little more much to Blaine's detest.

Sticking one of the two spoons into the ice cream he offered it to Kurt who mildly nodded and allowed the boy to feed him. Admittedly, it did make him feel slightly better. "Thank you," he mumbled mouth full.

Blaine grinned and dug his own spoon into the tub enthusiastically. "S'okay Kurtie. I don't want to see you sad anymore, 'cause that makes me sad." He straightened his Toy Story pyjama's top and looked up at the other boy then to the almost empty ice cream tub. "I miss your mom too, she made totally awesome cookies."

Kurt cracked a smile and giggled a little. It felt wrong to do so for Kurt, but Blaine didn't mind. He liked seeing Kurt smile, it made his heart flutter. That night they feel asleep tangled together with an empty container of vanilla ice cream and two spoons between them and a rope bridge slung between the two houses connecting them together. It was the first full night's sleep Kurt had had since his mother had died.

"Hurry up Blaine." Kurt called impatiently, drumming his fingers on the wall he was lent upon. "We don't have all day." Blaine was in his bedroom, digging through piles of clothing.

"I'm coming; I think I found it... Aha!" He cried, jumping up with glee. In his hand he clutched a replica Gryffindor scarf Kurt had given to him for his fourteenth birthday, it was his favourite. In the two years he had had it, it had been worn everywhere and Blaine had even gone through a phase where he had refused to take it off. Eventually he had parted with the cherished item when he was rushed to the emergency room for heat stroke. "We're going to the park Kurt; it's not that big of a deal." He sighed.

Kurt huffed and dragged him the cuff of his shirt out the door, stalking off down the foot path towards the park. Like a faithful puppy, Blaine followed eagerly. "You ready?" he asked with a charismatic smile.

"Let's go," Kurt agreed with a nod of his head.

They had been best friends for the last twelve years, they had always been touchy feely with each other but recently they had begun to dance around one another. It was an awkward game of who wanted to make the first move, since both had decided that they had romantic feelings for the other but didn't want to ruin their friendship.

The park was the same as it had been when they were four and first met, the same as it had been when they were nine and Kurt had almost drowned in the lake and the same as it had been when they were twelve and admitted that they both liked boys. It had grown to become something symbolic for the two sixteen year olds.

They strolled along the paths for a while, idly chatting about football and cheerios, Blaine being on the football team and Kurt being a cheerleader, upcoming numbers in glee and anything that came to mind. Stopping once to play on the old swing, kicking up the gravel beneath it with their long legs.

It was a good day. Blaine stopped and grinned, turning to face Kurt, tugging on his arm. "Look, over there," he exclaimed pointing into the distance.

Covering his eyes to avoid the glare of the sun Kurt smiled, there was the ice cream stand with the very same kindly man from when they were seven parked on top of a small hill. "Do you want some ice cream Blaine?" He asked with a cocked brow.

"When have I ever turned you down?" Blaine asked.

"Well there was the time..." Kurt started, counting on his fingers wistfully, a mischievous glint in his blue green eyes.

A hand covered his mouth as Blaine glared at the boy. "I was talking about the ice cream Kurt, but I guess I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

"You think?" Kurt laughed, leading the pouting boy to the stand. Handing over the money for an ice cream cone.

"What will it be boys?" The man asked, shaking his head in amusement. His scoop at the ready. He had watched these boys grow up into two fine young men; however, they never changed their ice cream order.

"Chocolate please," Kurt answered automatically, gripping Blaine's hand lightly.

He took the cone offered before passing it to a pleased Blaine. "See you next time Murray," Kurt called over his shoulder as they turned to leave.

"It's a pleasure as always boys." He called back cheerily, attention drawn away by a small girl with pigtails.

"Come on Kurtie, let's go sit down," Blaine said tugging the taller boy's hand to their tree. Long ago they had carved their names into its side, forever a reminder that this was their tree. "Do you want some?" he asked as they slid to the ground.

Declining graciously, Kurt laughed as some of the chocolate ice cream had found its way onto the side of his friend's face. Raising a hand he wiped it away, gently running his finger over Blaine's soft lips. Freezing instantly when he realised what he had done.

The other boy's grip on the ice cream cone loosened and he snapped around to look at Kurt, their eyes meeting in an embrace. It felt like hours had passed when Kurt looked away, his eyes down cast. "Uh..." he muttered quickly, fumbling for words.

However, before he had a chance to continue lips crashed against his own, Blaine's hand snaking up around the back of his head, drawing him closer. The kiss didn't last long, but it was perfect. Everything either of them had thought it would be like. The ice cream was forgotten, tossed to the ground as the boys grinned at each other. "I've been waiting forever to do that," Blaine admitted sheepishly.

"Me too," Kurt replied pulling the other boy by the scarf in for another kiss. This one had more passion, no tentativeness like the first one, it lasted longer and made Kurt's heart beat wildly. "You taste like... Chocolate." Blaine grinned, wrapping an arm around his best friend's waist.

"Does this mean we're together, as in boyfriends?" he asked, looking up at the brunette.

Kurt smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "If it means I can keep kissing you I'll be whatever you want me to be." Their lips crashed once more and Kurt had to thank the powers of the a simple ice cream cone.