A/N: This is an adorable little thing that was hanging out in my mind. Basically what may have happened if our boys had met in Kindergarden. Klaine. Kid!Kurt, Kid!Blaine, Abused!Blaine.

Young Love

Chapter 1

"Have a great first day of school, sweetie!" Elizabeth Hummel called out to her son.

"Ok, mommy!" five year old Kurt Hummel replied, and skipped away, a Power Ranger's lunchbox dangling in his hand.

Elizabeth laughed; her son was so adorable.

Kurt skipped into his classroom and instantly made a beeline for the dollhouse.

"Only girls play with dollies," a voice sneered from behind him.

"That's not true!" Kurt huffed, crossing his arms and frowning sternly at the other boy as he tossed one side of his designer scarf over his shoulder. "My mommy says anyone can play dollies!"

"Well, your mommy's stupid then," the other boy replied, laughing cruelly.

Tears welled in Kurt's eyes. "Take that back!" he sobbed.

"Hey! Don't be a meany-head!" a voice called from behind the boy. A black girl stepped out from behind him. "You're stupid!" she snapped, sticking her tongue out in the bigger boy's direction.

"Eww, a girl!" the boy replied, hurrying away.

"That's just Karofsky. He's a big, fat, meany-head," the girl smiled at Kurt. "I'm Mercedes."

"Hi!" Kurt chirped. "I'm Kurt."

"Wanna play dollies with me?" Mercedes asked.

Kurt's eyes grew round and he squealed out a "YES!" before making a dive for the giant dollhouse.

"Can I play?" a quiet voice behind them said.

Kurt looked up and saw the prettiest boy ever. He had curly black hair and pretty, hazel eyes.

"You're pretty!" Kurt stared in awe at the other boy.

"You're pretty too," the boy blushed, looking down at his shoes.

"I'm Kurt!" Kurt exclaimed cheerfully. He always liked making new friends.

"Blaine," Blaine replied quietly.

"Come on and play with us, Blaine. I'm Mercedes," Mercedes smiled at the shy looking boy, who smiled back.

"Ok!" he exclaimed, placing himself next to Kurt and relaxing when he felt the other boy lay his head on his shoulder.

"You're even prettier when my head is upside down!" Kurt giggled gleefully.

Blaine giggled. "You're pretty even without that scarf on," he said, ripping it off of Kurt's neck and wrapping it around his own. "Look, Kurtsie! Now I'm you!" he beamed.

Soon the two were on the floor in a fit of giggles, neither one having any idea why they felt so comfortable around the other.

A/N: so? You like?