A/N: This is turning out not how I expected. I expected it to be mostly fluff, starting in preschool with a chapter a season till they get married or something, but it's getting further. We'll see where it goes. I may still write the other one, though, I really want to. And I've actually never seen RENT, but the title seemed to fit.
"I don't... wanna... no! Mommy!" Kurt turned around in his little black shoes. He had picked them to match his purple bow tie. His mommy always said to "make a good first impression," and he was pretty sure that included looking his best. The boy he saw, he thought, wasn't doing that well. He was crying a lot, Kurt noticed, he was sobbing between words. He didn't want to be here. The boy was pretty, Kurt noticed. He had curly dark hair, it looked like it might be gelled, and pretty golden eyes. Plus, he was wearing a bow tie, too. And a red sweater. Kurt turned to his daddy.
"Daddy, that boy doesn't wanna be here," he told him.
"Yeah, you're right, bud. Why don't you go talk to him? He looks like he could use a friend." Kurt's face lit up.
"Good idea, Daddy!" Kurt ran over to the boy, and promptly introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Kurt. You look sad. Wanna be my friend?"
The boy slowed down his crying and smiled a little. "I didn't wanna come here, but mommy made me," he pouted. "But I think a friend would be nice. Whenever I play in the park the big kids always make fun'a me. I thought here would be the same. I'm Blaine." Blaine was a pretty name, Kurt thought. A pretty name for a pretty boy.
"Wanna go play house?" he asked. Blaine grinned this time. "Yeah!" he exclaimed. The two ran off, and Burt made his way over to the kid's mother.
"Hi," he introduced himself, "I'm Burt. He's Kurt," he nodded toward his son.
"Hello, Burt. Nice to meet you. Lucinda Anderson." the lady smiled, and it looked almost fake, though she did seem nice.
"They seem to be getting along," Burt smiled a the two boys, who seemed to be eating a meal at the little table.
"I suppose," Lucinda said, and Burt could hear the disappointment in her voice. "I just wish he'd play something normal boys do, like football or dinosaurs." This lady was starting to rub Burt the wrong way. He politely excused himself, told Kurt he'd be back in three hours, and left. He couldn't believe his little boy was in preschool already. Pretty soon he'd be in high school, he'd be driving, he'd have a girlfriend. Or boyfriend, he thought, maybe a boyfriend.
Once Blaine had started playing with Kurt, he forgot all about his mommy, until she came over to tell him she was leaving. Now that he had Kurt, he didn't mind. He didn't really want her here anyway. She sort of ignored him sometimes.
"Your daddy's nice," he told Kurt, after he left. "He doesn't mind that you're playing house. My mommy doesn't like it much."
"I guess so," Kurt said, "he makes me cookies sometimes. And he never yells, 'cept when I paint my nails."
Blaine's eyes grew wide. "You paint your nails? My mommy would hit me!"
Kurt looked horrified. "My daddy doesn't really mind," he said, "only sometimes."
Kurt had pretty hair, and eyes, Blaine noticed. And a purple bow tie. "He's really, really nice," Blaine told Kurt. "You're lucky."
Kurt just smiled, and a few minutes later both their parents were there. "Daddy!" Kurt yelled, running over. He hugged him, then started jabbering about his day and Blaine and the food they made during house and the story they read in circle time.
Meanwhile, Blaine walked over to his mommy. He wasn't sure if she'd be mad at him or not. He didn't like it when she was mad, she usually made him cry. "How was your day, Blaine?" she asked.
"Good," he said. "Mommy, I made a friend. He's nice, an' pretty, an' he smells like cherries." Lucinda made a face.
"That's nice, dear," she said. The pair started to walk out, but a man stopped them. Burt, she seemed to remember his name was.
"Hi, Lucinda, was it? Kurt here's been talking about how much fun he had today with Blaine, and I'm sure Blaine had fun too. Do you wanna set a play date up for the two of them?"
Caught off guard, Lucinda could only say, "Sure,... Burt."
"Here's my phone number then, just give me a call," he replied, and him and his son were off.
That Lucinda lady still rubbed him the wrong way, and he couldn't quite grasp why. Besides the fact she wanted Blaine to do something more masculine, because, heck, he wished Kurt would, too.
But it still wasn't fair to them to act like that. The poor kids may have a tough enough life already, without their family turning on him.
From then on, he vowed that he would always support his son, no matter how different he turned out to be.
A/N: I just came up with that last line, and I quite like it. It's turning into more a Burt/Kurt fluff so far, more than Klaine, but they're still only itty bitty preschoolers :). Review?