"Blaine?" Kurt asked, scooting his five year old body closer to his friend.
"Yeah?" Blaine replied, never taking his eyes off the TV screen.
"Can we play something else? I don't like this game," Kurt admitted.
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know," Kurt said, even though he had a few ideas.
"Well, you can always tell me."
"I guess.. well, you wouldn't be interested in playing tea party. Only my mommy plays that with me."
Blaine's eyes brightened up, he could have his mommy make those little sandwiches and instead of tea they could use lemonade, because they're too little to have tea. "I-Kurty, I love that idea. I'll go ask my mommy if she can make those triangle sandwiches!" Blaine hops up, and grabs Kurt's chubby little hand.
"Thank you. This is going to be so much fun, Blainey," Kurt says, letting Blaine lead him downstairs.
"Mommy, will you make Kurt and I those triangle sandwiches, we want to have a tea party! But instead of tea, lemonade is fine." Blaine hugs onto his mother's leg, looking up at her with those gigantic, puppy dog eyes.
Mrs. Anderson ruffles her sons hair, "Of course! You know, when I was little, my mommy and I would always have tea parties. Hi Kurt! How are you, my sweet boy?" Mrs. Anderson walks over to Kurt, giving him a quick hug before fishing out the stuff to make sandwiches and lemonade.
"Oh, I'm fine ." Kurt always thought it was more polite to call her that, other than her real name, Maria.
"That's nice deary. Now, Blaine, why don't you and Kurt go outside and set up the old tea set I have."
"Okay mommy, we'll be extra careful!"
Kurt followed Blaine into his playroom, wearing a big smile on his face. "Here, let me get that for you," Kurt offers, noticing Blaine having trouble getting the box off of the shelf.
"Thanks, Kurt. This is a great idea for a playdate. But, what exactly do you do during a tea party?" Blaine wonders, as they step outside, boxes in hand.
"Well, you just sip tea, and sometimes me and my mommy even pretend we're different people, like princesses, I like to be Ariel, you know, from The Little Mermaid," Kurt explained setting out the blanket for them to sit on.
"Oh yeah, I like her. She's my favorite princess," Blaine sets the teacups carefully on the outstretched blanket.
"Then, you can be her. I'll be Cinderella." Kurt offers, "We could talk about how evil your dad is, and how mean my stepmother is!"
Blaine sits on the ground, patting the spot next to him for Kurt. "That sounds so COOL!"
Kurt sits next to Blaine, almost toppling over onto him. "'Oops, sorry!"
Inside the house, Burt and Maria were talking.
"Maria, something happened-I need to take Kurt home with me. I'm sorry to interrupt their playdate, and you know I wouldn't do this unless it was an emergency-" He's cut off by Maria.
"It's fine! If you need Kurt at home, take Kurt home. If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"
"Elizabeth, she's, somethings wrong. Her body has an infection or something," Burt says, trying not to think of what that could mean.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll pray she gets well soon. The boys are in the back having a tea party," Maria explained, opening the door for Burt.
"Thanks, Maria. I'll let you know how Elizabeth is doing when we find out more information. Hopefully Kurt and Blaine can have another playdate soon." Burt didn't like how he had to use the word 'hopefully.' He couldn't imagine what would happen if for some awful reason, Kurt couldn't see Blaine for a while. "Kurt?" He called to his son, who was laughing as he took a sip of lemonade with Blaine. He didn't want to ruin his son's happiness, especially after all the teasing he gets at school.
"Aw, it's time to go already? But, we were just getting to the fun part!" Kurt pouts, attempting to put on a pouty face. "Pleeeaaaasseeeee, can I stay longer?" He begs.
"Yeah, please, Mr. Hummel?" Blaine chimes in, clutching onto Kurt's small arm.
"Sorry boys, but Kurt needs to come home now. You can see each other tomorrow, hopefully."
"But, daaaddd," Kurt whines.
"Kurt. You need to come home now."
Kurt could tell his dad was serious. Something was wrong, and he wanted to know what it was. "Bye, Blaine. I'll miss you. See you soon," Kurt pulled Blaine in for a half hug.
"Bye, Kurty." Blaine said, watching Kurt leave with sad eyes.
"Dad, why did we have to leave so soon?" Kurt asks, holding his father's hand as they walk to his house down the house.
"Sorry, Kurt. I wish I could've let you stay, but I need you to come home for now. Me and Mommy have to tell you something." Burt tried to put it as normal as possible, as they stepped back inside Kurt's house, where his mommy was currently curled up on the couch.
"Mommy, what's wrong?" Kurt asked, running to his mom's side.
Kurt's mom got up, and wrapped her arms around his tiny form. He's just still so young. So tiny. I-I can't do this. I, I need to fight this. He needs me.
"Burt, can you.. I need to tell Kurt alone, I think." Elizabeth asks her husband gently, still holding onto Kurt's little form.
"Of course," Burt said, stepping out of the room.
Elizabeth Hummel took a deep breath, looking her son in the same oceany blue eyes that she had. "Kurt, I need you to listen very carefully to me."
Kurt could tell this was a time to be as his parents called it, "serious." There was to be no laughing, or joking around. "Okay, Mommy. What's wrong?" He asked.
She looked in his tiny eyes that were full of worry. "Kurt, today, I went to the doctors, and they found out that I have something called 'cancer,'" she explained, tears starting to form in her eyes.
Kurt had heard some kids talking about it at school sometimes. He had always heard it associated with words like "sickness" and sometimes even "death." Kurt started to cry, "But Mommy, I don't want you to die.
Elizabeth clutches onto Kurt even tighter, afraid that she may break his little bones, "Sweetie, I'm here now. I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens. Don't EVER give up hope. It can go away if I go through the treatment and everything works out well."
Kurt tries to wrap his chubby little arms around his mommy. "I, I'm happy that daddy brought me here. I miss Blainey but, you need me more."
Elizabeth picks Kurt up, and goes into his bedroom. It was adorned with pictures of his favorite princesses, and on his bedside drawer, there was a cute picture of Kurt and Blaine hugging, and another of his family. "Mommy, what if I grow up and start to love Blaine?"
Elizabeth looks at her son, "Don't you love him now? You're always over at his house, or he's always over here."
Kurt tries his best to roll his eyes, "I mean like how you and daddy love each other. What if I love Blaine in that way? Kids at school think that only a mommy and a daddy are supposed to love each other. But, is it possible for a daddy and daddy or a mommy and a mommy to love each other, too? "
Elizabeth looks at the picture of them hugging, and her eyes are filled with joy at her sons words. "Then daddy and I will accept you just as much. Two boys can be in a relationship too, it's just less common. Blaine is already a part of this family in my mind. If you really start to love Blaine, you should follow your heart Kurt."
Kurt looks at his mom, "I like going over to Blaine's house. I like it when we sleep in the same bed together. I feel safe when we do. Just like I feel safe when I sleep with you or with Daddy."
"I know, sweetie. Do you want to read The Little Mermaid?" Elizabeth asks, pulling out Kurt's story books.
"Um, can we read Cinderella today?"
"Sure. You always want to read the Little Mermaid, though."
"I know. But today, before daddy came and picked me up, me and Blainey were having a tea party. And I was Cinderella. So, I wanna read that story today. And we can pretend that Blaine is here with us," Kurt suggests, looking up at his mother, will eyes full of love.
"You really miss Blaine, don't you? I'm sorry honey, I bet Blaine misses you too Kurt."
Elizabeth starts to read to Kurt, until he slowly drifts into sleep.
The next day, Blaine was over at Kurt's house.
"Kurty.. why'd you have to go?" Blaine asks as they lie down for their nap.
"Something's wrong with my mommy.. I really want to tell you." Kurt snuggles under the sheets, and turns to look at Blaine.
"I won't tell anyone Kurt. Ever. Here, I'll even pinky promise on it." Blaine pinky promises Kurt, the ultimate sign of a promise to two five year olds.
"Well, I guess it's okay if I tell you. I mean, my mommy told me not to tell anyone, but I guess it's okay, since you're my best friend, right?" Kurt continues as Blaine nods. "Okay, well you know how there is something called cancer? I think Ms. Michele may have told us a little about it once."
"The sickness?" Blaine asks, starting to worry. He didn't want Kurt's mommy to be sick. She was like a second mommy to him.
Kurt nodded, starting to cry a little. Blaine doesn't know much about helping people when they were sad. When he was sad, his mommy or daddy would always help him. Kurt's mommy and daddy weren't here to hug him right now when he's sad, so Blaine did the only thing he knew how to do. He moved closer to Kurt, wrapping his chubby arms around Kurt's small, shaking body. "It'll be okay, Kurty. I'm sure your mommy will be okay."
"Me too. I know the doctors will be able to save her. I mean, they're like magical or something," Kurt cried into Blaine's shoulder.
Neither of them had any idea just how wrong they were.
"I love you Blainey." Kurt murmurs into his shoulder.
"I love you too Kurty." Blaine rubs his back gently, waiting for Kurt to fall asleep.
Elizabeth walks into Kurt room, to wake him and Blaine up from their nap. When she walked in, she saw that Kurt's face had tear stains on it, and he had his arms wrapped around Blaine's middle. Elizabeth gave a small smile, and her heart warmed at the sight of them. I'll give them a little longer. She thinks, walking out the door.
She woke Kurt and Blaine up from their nap a half an hour later, for a snack and playtime.
"Mommy, when's daddy going to be home?" Kurt asks, curious as to why his father wasn't home yet, because he was always home by 5 o'clock.
"He's just running a little bit late today, sweetie. Blaine is your family still coming down for
dinner?" She asks Blaine, who was currently sitting next to Kurt on the floor.
Blaine looks up from the pile of dolls on the floor, "Yeah, they should be coming down soon Mrs. Hummel."
"Okay Blaine. Kurt, why don't you put on some nicer clothes, Blaine could you help him pick some out?" Elizabeth asks, turning back to the 5:30 news.
"C'mon Blaine, lets go!" Kurt wobbles as he gets up, and runs up to his room.
Blaine and Kurt had his clothes strewn across the room, and they were trying to decide between a white, long sleeve dress shirt or a cozy, blue, long sleeve shirt. They had his pants picked out, these awesome skinny jeans Kurt's mommy bought him this year.
"Can you turn away Blaine?" Kurt waits till Blaine turns away to change, he was always shy. While Blaine on the other side, wasn't.
"It's not like you're going to be naked or anything, but fine." Blaine turns around to face the corner, tracing the little bumps on the wall.
"I don't see how you can be so happy naked. It's, it's weird Blaine." Kurt tells him as he pulls up his jeans.
"It feels normal, I dunno why though." Blaine tells him, pulling on his shirt nervously.
"Oh. I don't like it when people see me without clothes on, it's weird. Except for when my mommy gives me baths. Remember when we used to take baths together Blainey?" Kurt asks him, when he's finally dressed. "Oh, you can turn around now."
Blaine turns around, "Oh yeah. That was like, a year ago. It's hard to forget."
Kurt tries to make a face that says, oh yeah, I remember how we used to play with duckies in the bath. "Yeah, that was fun."
"You wanna know what else was fun?" Blaine asks, his little face brightening. "The tea party we had yesterday. I know that most boys like us don't really play tea parties and pretend to be princesses, but it was fun."
"Tea parties are my favorite thing to do. It was even more fun with you, Blainey. I don't really like all of the other stuff that boys like us are supposed to like," Kurt scrunches his eyebrows. "My daddy tried to get me to watch football, but I don't really like it. It's weird."
"I like the outfits they wear," Blaine pointed out. "Their tights remind me of fairies."
Kurt laughed, "Yeah, I guess they do. Come on, Blainey. Your mommy and daddy should be here soon."