Seriously...baby Kurt and Blaine fics should be outlawed for causing adorableness overload and an extreme amount of cavities.
This is just something random I thought of today. Took about an hour to write, but I like it. Sometimes I just get an idea in my head and write until I can't anymore. Haha.
So, enjoy the fluff and adorableness!
"Mommy, why can't I stay home and play?" The little boy whined, swinging his legs and kicking at the bottom of his car seat.
Karen Hummel glanced over at her son real quickly and smiled before putting her gaze back on the road. "Because K, you're too precious to leave at home all alone, plus I have to go over to give Mrs. Anderson the piano books she ordered for her son and daddy's at the garage."
Kurt Hummel sighed and crossed his arms. Some times being five sucked. He could not wait till he was older and got to stay home by his self.
"It won't be that bad, sweetie. And you'll get to meet Blaine. He's a darling boy, and he's your age too." Karen knew Kurt would rather be at home watching his Disney movies on a rainy afternoon like today, but she really needed to get the books over to the Andersons and Burt had to work. Thankfully it would not be a long trip.
They reached a huge house that was surrounded by a black, metal fence. The plants and flowers around the front of the house and to the side were well groomed and neatly arranged. Karen parked the car in the driveway and got out, going around to the passenger side to get Kurt out of the car. The rain had ceased for the moment, but they were both still wearing rain coats just in case. Kurt's rain coat was a pale pink and had flowers on the pockets. He had picked it out himself. Karen thought it was adorable, but her husband, Burt, had took one look at it and wondered out loud why his wife had let their son get a girl's coat to wear. In the end it did not matter. Kurt loved it and his parents were just glad he was happy.
"Can I ring the doorbell, mommy?" Kurt asked. Karen had carried him to the door and he was staring up with wide eyes at the pretty wreath that was hanging there.
"Of course, sweetie." Karen giggled, moving closer so Kurt could reach the doorbell.
Kurt reached out with a tiny finger and pressed the bell. The sound rang clear and loud through the house and was heard on the porch as well. "Ding dong!" Kurt sang, giggling and clapping his hands. "Can I press it again?"
"Oh, no, sweetheart." Karen shook her head, smiling and kissing Kurt on the cheek. "I think once is enough. I'm sure it got their attention."
"Good." Kurt nodded. He really hoped it had, because he wanted to go home and watch Cinderella again. Sure he had just watched it that morning...but it was a really good movie!
The door opened and a lady around Karen's age was standing there. She had long, wavy black hair and hazel colored eyes. Kurt thought she was really pretty. "Oh, Mrs. Hummel! Hello! And who is this?" She smiled brightly, turning her pretty eyes to Kurt. "You must be little Kurt. Your mommy's told me all about you, though I think she may have forgotten to mention how adorable you are!"
"Oh never!" Karen giggled, squeezing Kurt gently. "He's an absolute doll, my K is. I think I tell everyone that. Where's your darling Blaine? They just have to meet! And I have Blaine's books in my bag." She set Kurt down and started to dig through her bag for the books as Mrs. Anderson stepped back so they could come inside.
"Blaine!" Mrs. Anderson called up the nearby staircase. "Mrs. Hummel brought your new piano books over! Can you come down here?"
They could hear a muffled 'yay!' coming from somewhere on the second floor. Then a door opened and there was the sound of running footsteps going along a hallway and then down the stairs. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" A small boy with a huge mess of dark curls on top of his head came into view.
Karen grinned and handed the books over to the small boy who immediately started flipping through them. "DISNEY SONGS! YAY!" Blaine squealed happily. He had such a huge grin on his face and it looked like he was about to explode he was so happy.
"And look, darling, Mrs. Hummel brought her little boy over today too." Mrs. Anderson smiled at her son. "Why don't you say hi to Kurt?"
Blaine looked over at Karen and was confused. "I don't see a little boy."
Both moms looked and realized that Kurt was hiding behind Karen's legs, pretty much hidden from Blaine's view thanks to Karen's bag and the skirt she was wearing. "Um, Kurt, baby?" Karen giggled, looking somewhat confused. "Why are you hiding? Come out and say hi to Blaine!"
"I don't wanna!" Kurt replied. Blaine heard him talk but still could not see him. His piano books were forgotten as he curiously waited to see why the other little boy would not come out of hiding.
"But why not, sweetie? Blaine's a nice little boy and he loves Disney songs too." Karen was perplexed. Normally Kurt liked meeting other kids who shared the same interests as him.
"He's too loud!" Kurt whined, clinging to the back of Karen's skirt.
Karen laughed, shaking her head. "Kurt, honey, you can be quite loud too. I think you're just being shy and annoyed cause you'd rather be home watching Cinderella. Just say hi, K." She grinned over at Mrs. Anderson who was watching with an amused look upon her face.
Kurt shook his head, hiding his face against the backs of his mother's legs. Suddenly he felt a poke in his side and he squealed, jumping to the side in alarm. Turning his head to see who had poked him, his blue eyes locked on hazel ones and he blinked in surprise. Blaine was nice looking. Like one of the princes in the Disney movies – cause they were always nice looking - except Blaine was way younger.
"Hey!" Blaine grinned, wiggling his tiny fingers at Kurt.
Kurt blinked...and then his eyes teared up and he started to cry. Blaine was instantly confused and moved closer, getting even more confused when Kurt shuffled quickly away from him. "What's wrong?" Blaine asked, starting to look a bit upset his self.
"Kurt? Why are you crying, baby?" Karen crouched down, pulling a tissue out of her pocket to wipe the tears away from Kurt's face.
"He- he poked me!" Kurt cried, rubbing at his eye with a tiny fist. "And I just wanna go home and watch Cinderella!"
"We have Cinderella!" Blaine exclaimed. He was still kind of confused as to why Kurt was crying. He just wanted to be friends with Kurt, not scare him. "Here, let's go watch it!" He reached out and grabbed Kurt's hand before looking up at his mom. "It's okay, isn't mommy? Kurt is sad and I just know watching a movie will cheer him up. It always cheers me up." Kurt had stopped crying and was now just standing there, watching Blaine with wide eyes.
"You know its fine with me, Bear, but you'll have to see if it's okay with Kurt's mommy first." Mrs. Anderson replied to her son.
Blaine turned his gaze to Karen. "Can Kurt watch Cinderella with me?" He paused then realized he needed to remember his manners so he added a 'please' afterward.
"Oh, well that's plenty fine with me." Karen replied, smiling at both boys. She stood back up and looked over at Blaine's mom. "Are you sure it won't be a bother, Jeannette?"
"Of course it won't." Jeannette shook her head. "Are you busy? I could make lunch for all of us and you and I could chat while these two watch their movie-"
Kurt did not get to hear the rest of the conversation because Blaine had decided it was time for them to watch their movie. He skipped off, tugging Kurt along behind him until Kurt had caught up and was next to him. "I'll show you my room!" Blaine told him, taking him up the stairs. "We can watch the movie in there." They went down the hallway and Blaine went into the last room on the right, Kurt following right along behind. The room was a mess with toys every where and books all over the place. Kurt always liked to keep his own room nice and clean so he wrinkled his nose at the mess in Blaine's room.
"You should take off your coat!" Blaine grinned. "I'll grab pillows so we can lie on the floor." He skipped off to grab some pillows off his bed as Kurt took his rain coat off and set it by the doorway. "I really like your coat by the way." Blaine commented while setting the pillows down on the floor. "It's pretty with the flowers on it."
Kurt's eyes lit up and he glanced over at his jacket for a second before looking back over at Blaine shyly. "You really like it? The kids at preschool make fun of me for it."
"Well those kids are just meanies!" Blaine sniffed, shaking his head. "Who's your preschool teacher?"
"Ms. Clover." Kurt replied, smiling. He liked Ms. Clover. She was always nice to him and gave him a lollipop after the kids would make him cry, which was quite often because for some reason the kids just liked to make fun of him. He had been really upset the day of their picnic when he had used his 'Little Mermaid' lunchbox and all the boys had picked on him. A lot of the girls had liked it though so he had eaten his lunch with them instead of the boys.
"I know her!" Blaine exclaimed as he flopped down onto a big pillow, patting the one next to him so Kurt could come sit down. "Your class is across the hall from mine. I'm in Mrs. Deely's class." A lot of the classes had different schedules though so they hardly ever interacted. Kurt kind of wished he was in the same class as Blaine now, because then he would at least have one friend to play with that was not a girl.
Blaine went over to grab the Cinderella movie. After getting every thing set up he went back to lean against the pillow that was next to Kurt's. "Disney movies are the best!"
"They are!" Kurt agreed, getting comfy while leaning against the pillow behind him.
The movie started and it was not long before both boys were quite pleased to see the other liked singing along with the songs. About halfway through the movie though, Kurt fell asleep. Blaine looked over at one point and noticed so he got up and grabbed a blanket off his bed. Lying back down, he covered Kurt and his self with the blanket. Then he snuggled down and continued watching the movie until he fell asleep as well.
The movie was almost finished when both Karen and Jeannette came upstairs to check on their boys. Blaine had rolled onto his stomach and Kurt was snuggled up right against him, his hand clutching at Blaine's shirt. Jeannette left then came back with a camera to snap a picture of the adorable sight. Both moms giggled and then left the room, figuring they would come back to check on their boys later.
After that day Kurt and Blaine played together a lot. Blaine liked how Kurt did not mind playing make believe with power ranger dolls, and Kurt liked how Blaine would have tea parties with him without making fun of him for it. And they both loved Disney movies so whenever they were bored they would just watch one of those.
Blaine's father, Jerry Anderson, was hardly ever around so Kurt had yet to see him. Whenever Kurt asked Blaine about his father, Blaine would get all quiet and just shrug, stating that 'he was always off at work'. That made Kurt sad because he thought dads were supposed to be around a lot, just like mommies. His own father always made sure he had time to play with him, even if it was just at night before bed time because he had been at the garage all day. Blaine liked Kurt's dad a lot. Burt always paid a lot of attention to the boys when they were playing at the Hummel house.
Neither of the boys had spent the night over at the other's house yet, but that changed one evening. Kurt was at home coloring in his Disney princess coloring book while his mother was in the kitchen figuring out what to make for dinner. The phone rang and Kurt listened in from the living room as his mother spoke on the phone. He liked listening in, mainly because he liked the telephone. His parents had gotten him a play phone for his past birthday that made fun beeping noises and he loved to pretend to have conversations on it.
His mother sounded worried as she spoke and Kurt strained his ears to hear more. He heard the word 'hospital' and started to worry himself. Hospitals were scary places. And there were needles there. He hated needles, absolutely hated them.
"Kurt?" Kurt looked up from his coloring book to see his mommy coming into the living room. "K, sweetie, I'm going to take you over to Blaine's for a bit, okay?"
"Blaine's?" Kurt smiled. He liked seeing Blaine. "But why, mommy?"
"I have to run over and see daddy real quick, okay?"
"Is daddy alright?" Kurt's eyes grew big and he watched his mommy as she picked up some of his stuff. He had no idea what was going on and was kind of confused.
Karen smiled reassuringly down at her son and nodded. "Daddy's going to be alright, sweetheart. Let's get your shoes on. Do you want to bring Penny along?" Penny was Kurt's stuffed penguin. Kurt nodded and ran up the stairs to his room to grab the little stuffed penguin. He had brought it to Blaine's house before and Blaine had said Penny was cute. That had made Kurt even happier.
They drove over to the Anderson's house and Kurt skipped up the sidewalk to the front door. He jumped up and down until his little finger managed to reach the doorbell and press it.
"My oh my," Karen grinned, "you're getting pretty tall, K. Soon you won't have to jump to reach the doorbell." Kurt smiled proudly up at his mom.
Jeannette answered the door, but before she could even say a word Blaine slipped past her and happily grabbed Kurt's hand. "Hi, Kurt! Mommy said you're here to play for a bit. Thank goodness! I was bored." He tugged Kurt in through the doorway and Kurt waved farewell to his mom.
Karen watched Kurt go and sighed. "Thanks for watching him, Jeannette."
"It's no problem, Karen." Blaine's mother smiled sadly. "I'll watch him as long as you need me to. You sure you'll be good going over to the hospital yourself? I could have Jerry come home to watch the kids so I could go with you."
"Oh, it's okay." Karen shook her head. "They said he's asleep now so I think it'll be fine. I really appreciate you helping out. If there's any trouble just call my cell."
"Kurt always behaves himself, so I think everything will be fine." Jeannette grinned. "And if you need him to stay the night then that will be fine too. I'm sure Blaine won't mind at all. Those two are always happy to be around one another. I don't want to hold you up any longer, good luck and call me so I can stay up to date with everything."
"I will!" Karen nodded. "Thank you again, so much."
Karen left quickly for the hospital and Jeannette went back inside to make dinner for her self and the boys.
It was not until around nine that Kurt started to show visible signs of worry. He and Blaine were in the living room watching cartoons when Kurt looked over at the clock that was hanging up on the wall. His mommy had taught him how to read a regular clock so he could tell it was almost 9:15.
"Blaine?" Kurt bit his lip, his hands fretting at the edge of the blanket they were sharing. "Blaine?" He asked again quietly when it seemed like Blaine had not heard him the first time.
"Huh?" Blaine turned his head and gave Kurt a questioning look.
Kurt looked back over at the clock then back to Blaine. "It's late...shouldn't my mommy be back for me by now?"
Blaine looked over at the clock too but did not really get it. He was still having some trouble when it came to telling time using the regular clock. Of course he knew it was late though. The cartoons they were watching always came on once it got late at night. "It is late. Hm, let's ask my mommy." He hopped off the couch and then grabbed Kurt's hand as they went into the kitchen.
"What's up, boys?" Jeannette asked from her seat at the kitchen table. She was looking over some papers for work.
"When's Kurt's mommy gonna be back?" Blaine asked. "We're worried for her."
Kurt liked it when Blaine said things that paired them together, like 'we' or 'us'. Some times he wished that Blaine was his brother, because he was sure they would be the best siblings ever.
"You're right. It is getting late." Jeannette looked over at the kitchen clock in concern. "How about I-" The house phone rang, interrupting her mid-sentence. She got up and answered the phone, watching the boys as she did so.
The conversation was short and then she was hanging up the phone again. "That was just your father, Blaine. He'll be home shortly."
Blaine did not look entirely too thrilled about that, but he nodded and just tugged Kurt back into the living room. Both boys were disappointed that it had not been Kurt's mommy on the phone.
Kurt sighed and sat back down on the couch, curling up into a tiny ball and resting his chin on his knees. Just seeing his friend looking so sad had Blaine feeling sad as well. He wanted to try and cheer Kurt up a little so he moved closer, wrapping his tiny arms around Kurt's shoulders. Kurt smiled a tiny bit and rested his head against Blaine's shoulder. "Don't worry, Kurt...every thing's gonna be okay." Blaine reassured him. That was what his mom said to him all the time, so he figured it would help Kurt too.
"I'm sleepy...but I can't sleep without my mommy saying goodnight." Kurt sniffled, looking quite close to tears. He was worried and scared because he did not know what was going on. His mommy should have been back for him by now.
"She'll be here soon." Blaine replied, hoping that was true. He did not want anything bad to have happened to her, or Kurt's dad. Burt was like a second father to him and sometimes, not that he would tell anyone, he wished Burt was his real father instead. "Here," Blaine got up and went over to the comfy chair to pick up Penny who had been placed there, "Penny will come join us and we'll nap for a bit."
Kurt smiled a tiny bit as Blaine handed him the stuffed penguin. "But...I can't sleep. What if mommy gets here while I'm asleep and I miss her?"
"I'll stay awake." Blaine nodded in agreement with himself. "She can't miss you then." Kurt was still fighting to stay awake, but he was unable to keep himself from yawning.
Blaine was just about to speak again when they heard the doorbell ring. Both boys watched as Blaine's mother moved through the living room to the front door to open it. "Karen!"
Kurt jumped off the couch in a rush, Blaine trailing quickly behind. "Mommy!"
"Hi, everyone." Karen looked tired, but she managed a smile. "Hi, baby!" She picked Kurt up, hugging him tightly. Kurt clung to her, scared that if he let go she would go away again.
Jeannette let Karen inside before shutting the door and then they went into the living room to sit. "How's he doing?"
"A lot better." Karen replied. Before she could continue though Kurt butted in.
"Mommy, what happened? Is daddy okay?"
Karen gently brushed some of Kurt's bangs away from his face. "Daddy had to go to the hospital because he was not feeling well. He's going to be just fine though, okay, sweetie? I don't want you to worry."
"Is he coming home soon? Are we going home? I'm really sleepy but I didn't want to sleep until I knew you were okay."
"Daddy can't come home just yet, baby." Karen smiled sadly at him.
"Do you need to go back, Karen?" Jeannette spoke up quietly. "Kurt can stay here."
"He can sleep in my room!" Blaine smiled. He had been quiet until then, knowing that generally he was supposed to be quiet when adults were talking. He knew this was very important though and that Kurt would probably be upset later, so he wanted to try and figure out how to cheer Kurt up.
Kurt smiled at that idea, but he was still not a fan of having to spend a night away from both of his parents.
"Are you sure it won't be a problem?" Karen asked quietly.
"Of course not." Jeannette smiled. "And he can stay over tomorrow too."
"Mommy, can't I go with you to the hospital?" Kurt looked up at his mother with pleading eyes.
"K, you don't do well in hospitals remember?" His mother reminded him. "And I don't think it'll be a fun place for you to spend the night. You'll be more comfortable here with Blaine and his mommy."
Blaine scooted over on the couch and reached out to grab Kurt's hand. "I'll watch over you, Kurt. And Penny will too." The stuffed penguin was still lying on the couch with them off to the side.
So it was decided that Kurt would stay the night at Blaine's house. Karen went home real quickly to grab some of his over night stuff for him. Once she was leaving for the hospital though was when Kurt started to get really upset. He tried begging once more to be allowed to join her, but she told him he would be better off at Blaine's. After she left, Kurt stood near the doorway looking rather dejected for a while until Blaine finally decided a movie might cheer him up.
Taking Kurt's hand he led the way upstairs to his room. They changed and got all ready for bed before picking a movie to watch. Blaine's mom came in to say goodnight to them both, tucking them both in and giving each boy a kiss on the forehead. Kurt was mainly quiet, but he did manage a small smile after Jeannette kissed his forehead and said goodnight. She turned the lights off for them as she left, closing the door and letting them watch their movie in the dark.
Kurt was not a huge fan of the dark, even with the television turned on, and he immediately moved closer to Blaine. They were watching The Little Mermaid, which Blaine had picked because he knew it was one of Kurt's favorites.
"Are you okay, Kurt?" Blaine asked, worried when Kurt was still being rather quiet.
"I just...want my mommy." Kurt sniffled, trying his hardest not to cry. He was generally quite the crybaby and it was kind of annoying.
Whenever Kurt was sad Blaine was sad. He turned on his side and snuggled closer to Kurt, draping his tiny arm over Kurt's tummy to hold him close. "She'll be back tomorrow, Kurt, don't worry. Until then you have me. I'll protect you. You're my best friend."
Kurt actually smiled at that. "You're my best friend too, Blaine." They were silent then, watching the rest of the movie together. By the end of the movie Kurt had drifted off to sleep. Blaine managed to sleepily turn the television off before drifting off himself.
Only a few hours later Blaine was awoken by the sounds of sniffling. He opened his eyes, rubbing them tiredly and glanced over at Kurt who had apparently rolled away from him during the night. "Kurt?"
Kurt was crying quietly, sitting up on the bed. He did not register having heard Blaine's voice, even when Blaine spoke his name even louder. Then, to Blaine's surprise and confusion, Kurt got out of bed and moved for the closed door.
"Kurt? Where are you going?" He got out of bed and went over to grab Kurt's hand to take him back to the warm, comfy bed. Just as he reached Kurt though, Kurt got the door opened and headed for the stairwell. "Kurt, come back!" Blaine whispered as loudly as he dared. He did not want to wake his mom up, plus his father had to be home by this point. He most definitely did not want to wake up his father.
His best friend did not listen however and continued on down the stairs. Blaine followed along behind, confused and curious as to where Kurt was heading. Kurt went into the living room and looked about, still wiping tears from his eyes. Blaine was pretty sure he heard a muffled 'mommy?' being whispered, but then Kurt was moving on again, heading for the kitchen.
Blaine was just about to follow Kurt into the kitchen when he heard a man's voice that was most definitely not Kurt speaking. "Who are you?" Blaine's heart sank when he realized it was his father's voice and he ran into the kitchen.
Kurt was just standing by the kitchen table, still crying a tiny bit. Jerry Anderson was sitting at the table, having been flipping through some paperwork when Kurt walked in. He looked quite confused as to why there was a random, crying little boy in his kitchen that was definitely not his son.
"That's Kurt, daddy." Blaine answered, moving over to the table to stand next to his friend. "He's my best friend and he's spending the night cause his daddy's in the hospital and his mommy had to stay there."
"Well, it's almost four in the morning, Blaine. What are you two doing up and down here?" Jerry asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
"Daddy?" Kurt whispered softly.
Both Blaine and Jerry looked at Kurt in confusion. Kurt's gaze was fixed almost directly above Jerry's head and his eyes looked slightly out of focus. "Your daddy's in the hospital, Kurt." Blaine told his friend quietly. He reached out and took Kurt's hand, missing the odd look his father gave him when he did so. "He'll be out soon."
"I want to use the pink crayons this time, daddy. You said I could draw pictures for the garage and use whatever colors I want." Kurt replied, still looking somewhat above Jerry Anderson's head.
"Kurt?" Blaine was really confused now.
"Oh boy." Jerry sighed, standing up from the table. "Looks like we've got ourselves a sleep walker."
"What's a sleep walker, daddy?" Blaine asked, hoping it was nothing bad that would hurt Kurt.
"It's when someone walks or does other random activity while they are asleep." Jerry explained. "They look like they're awake but they're not."
"So Kurt's really asleep right now?" Blaine asked; his eyes were wide at the thought. He waved his hand about in front of Kurt's face.
Kurt's expression became that of annoyance and he batted at Blaine's hand with his free one. "No, no, I don't like pink cats."
Blaine giggled and even his father managed a small smile. "Let's get you boys back up to bed. That'll be the safest place for Kurt right now. We don't want him falling down the stairs or anything." Blaine nodded in agreement. He definitely did not want Kurt to get hurt.
When they went to leave the kitchen though, Kurt dropped Blaine's hand and refused to budge. "C'mon, Kurt! We're going back to bed now." Blaine told him.
"No." Kurt shook his head, gazing down at the floor.
Jerry gave an exasperated sigh and Blaine tried tugging at Kurt's hand again. "No!" Kurt shook his head even more vigorously. "I can't leave. Daddy won't find me then."
Kurt let out a squeak of protest when suddenly Jerry just carefully picked him up. "Don't worry, Kurt. Your daddy will be able to find you much easier upstairs in Blaine's room."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Let's go. You too, Blaine." Jerry spoke, heading for the staircase.
Blaine felt quite a tinge of jealousy when he watched his father pick up Kurt and carry him up the stairs. He could not remember the last time his father had held him like that. What annoyed him the most though was how happy Kurt was to be comforted and held by Jerry. It was weird, but Blaine thought he would do a much better job at comforting Kurt than Jerry would. It made him slightly happier, knowing that he was the one who would get to hold Kurt the rest of the night, comforting him if he woke up feeling sad. Blaine was over protective of his belongings and friends. Kurt was no exception.
They made it to Blaine's room and Blaine got back into bed as his father set Kurt down carefully next to Blaine. "Alright you two, time to go back to sleep."
Blaine looked over and saw Kurt had already closed his eyes and probably fallen back asleep again. Sleep walking was strange. Blaine hoped he never did that.
His father tucked them both in then went back to the doorway to turn off the light. "Night, Blaine, I love you."
"I love you too, daddy." Blaine replied quietly, somewhat surprised. His father showed signs of affection very rarely.
After Jerry had left, Blaine turned on his side to face his sleeping friend. Wiggling a little closer he laid his arm over Kurt's tiny waist, holding him tightly while he fell back asleep, in hopes that Kurt would not go anywhere again.