"Daddy! I don't wanna go!" Kurt didn't want to go to soccer. All the other kids were bigger than him and they made it look easy. But it wasn't. Mommy wouldn't have made him go. But he wasn't quite sure were Mommy was. Daddy said she was gone, but gone where? Maybe four year olds weren't supposed to know.
"Kurtie, just go for today, please?" Burt sighed. He knew Kurt didn't want to play and he was planning on pulling him out, but there had been some complications and he couldn't afford to just let him skip and not play with the other kids until he could completely stop paying for it. He knew it hurt Kurt, and he knew Kurt felt betrayed, but there wasn't much he could do.
Now Kurt was sobbing, coughing and hiccuping in between. "Daddy!" he screamed "I can't. I don't wanna!"
"I know, buddy," Burt said, "But just go today. Maybe we'll get ice cream afterward, okay?"
Kurt nodded, and the tears slowed, but he still sobbed every few seconds, still punctuated by coughs.
When they reached the sports complex, Kurt's tears had stopped, but he was still upset. Luckily, soccer was only an hour, and the promise of ice cream had settled him down.
But there was a new kid today. He didn't look like he was friends with anyone, and he looked just about as lost as Kurt. When he saw Kurt's tear-stained cheeks, he came over and introduced himself.
"I'm Blaine," he said, "What's your name?"
"Kurt," Kurt said. "Blaine's a pretty name."
Blaine's cheeks pinked, but he continued on the conversation.
Blaine was nice, a lot nicer than the other kids. He liked talking to Kurt, and his eyes even looked nice. He also had embellished his soccer uniform with a bow tie. Kurt liked his hair, too. He wished his hair was that curly.
The two were inseparable during the whole practice, and for the first time Kurt seemed to be enjoying soccer.
When practice was over, Kurt came over to Burt and asked if Blaine could come with them for ice cream.
"If it's okay with his mom," Burt replied, and the four year olds hurried their way to Blaine's mother and asked if she would come with Burt for ice cream. While the parents worked out the details of the trip, Blaine and Kurt played tag. When Blaine caught Kurt the last time, he gave him a kiss on the cheek, this time making Kurt blush. "You're my best friend," Blaine said.
"You're mine," Kurt said, happy that he finally had a friend.
"Daddy, I still want to play soccer," Kurt told Burt when they got in the car to go on their way to meet Blaine and his mother at the ice cream place.
Burt just smiled. He had seen the kiss.
A/N: So there's no gym at my school but we have a sports complex in the same parking lot (I guess that's what you'd say) that we use for PE, and on some days there's little kids playing soccer which is like the most adorable thing in the world ever, so today I got this idea. We have a preschool in one of the same buildings, too (our school is split into three buildings), and today they were walking with their little rope with hoops for each of them to hold, and they wave and say hi AND THEY'RE SO FREAKING CUTE. Okay I'm done.