Kurt Hummel was sad. When Kurt was sad, he liked to put his head down in his arms to hide his face. He'd stay like that for a while, and it usually made him feel better.
But today, he was interrupted mid-wallow. Kurt lifted his tearstained face from his hands as he felt a soft tap on his shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
A small boy with curly black hair and dark eyes, wearing a green sweater, was standing in front of him, standing with his hands on his hips like the teacher did when she was asking you a question.
Kurt sniffled and pointed to the dissaray of butchered papers in front of him.
"I can't make a snowflake." He lisped, holding up a sad-looking piece of paper full of holes and jagged tears. "I wanted to make it like in the book, but I c-can't do it!" He sobbed, reminded of his tragic predicament.
The boy gently took the paper from Kurt's hands. "I'll show you." He offered. Kurt nodded and rubbed his arm across his eyes.
"My name's Blaine." The boy continued as he picked up a new sheet of paper and folded it in half. Kurt watched , drying his tears, as the boy picked up a pair of scissors in his small hands and started to cut, very slowly.
"I like that name. I'm Kurt." Blaine nodded as turned the paper over, showing Kurt the sections of the paper he'd cut out.
"Now you." He handed Kurt another sheet of paper. Kurt studied Blaine's example carefully as he cut his own paper. He brushed the shreds aside and then looked at Blaine expectantly. Blaine showed him another set of cuts, which he painstakingly copied.
"Ready?" Blaine asked, holding up his paper by both corners. Kurt's face was glowing anticipation. He nodded and picked up his own paper. "One...two...three..."
They both unfolded their papers at the same time. Kurt beamed proudly at his snowflake. It was clumsy and jaggedly cut, a rough copy of Blaine's, but it was his, and he'd made it, just like in the book.
Blaine smiled as Kurt clutched the snowflake to his chest. "See?" He said, folding his own snowflake into a square and tucking it into his pocket. "I knew you could do it." He linked his arm through Kurt's and started to pull him along to the front of the classroom. "Come on. Let's go show the teacher what I taught you."