AN: So! Another new story! This starts off as Kid!Klaine, but it will move into their high school years, and then eventually, their futures! Let me know what you think!
Prologue - You're It!
"You're it!"
Burt Hummel watched at the little curly haired boy run away from his son. His son, Kurt, was stunned. He dropped his plastic tea-cup that he had been teaching Burt how to drink from properly. Looking up at his dad, who nodded, Kurt looked curious as to what to do.
"Go get 'em."
Kurt stood slowly from his spot on the checkered blanket he had laid out at the playground, before running in the direction of the giggling curly-haired boy.
"Looks like our kids are getting along."
Burt looked up to see a man and woman, both dressed in business suits, standing above him. Burt stood, shaking dirt off of his work coveralls, before shaking the man's hand.
"Seems so..."
"My name is Richard Anderson. This is my wife Faye."
"Good to meet you." Burt nodded, shaking the man's hand firmly still.
"Your son seems..." Richard trailed off, and Burt raised an eyebrow.
"Seems?" Burt questioned, and Richard took a step back.
"He seems, pardon me, like a flamer."
Burt's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Faye Anderson began to try to pull on her husband's sleeve, but he was persistent.
"Are you insulting my kid?"
"Not to much insulting..." Richard had a lopsided grin, "more like stating the obvious."
"I don't think you should keep talking." Burt growled at the man, who shrugged.
"I don't want my son influenced by people like your son. My son Blaine has a very prominent future and I refuse to allow him to make acquaintance with people like... your son."
"I think you should go."
"Blaine!" Richard called out, gaining the attention of the little curly haired boy, whom Kurt still had not caught, "we're going now."
"But daaaaaaaaad," Blaine protested, "we only just got here!"
"Come, Blaine."
Blaine ducked his head, mumbling and walking toward his parents. Coming in his direction, Kurt tagged Blaine, grinning.
"You're it."
A wide grin spread across Blaine's face as his parents led him away.
"I like Blaine," Kurt grinned at his dad, "he seems nice."
Burt nodded.
"Yeah," he rubbed his forehead, "can't say the same for his dad."