Hi there! Just letting you know, this is my first ever story.

I hope you like it! ^^

Pride and Prejudice

Preschool

"Good morning class!" Ms Turner greeted the children.

"Good morning Mrs Turner!" Replied the children in somewhat robotic tone.

"Before we start play time, I want you all to welcome our new student who is here with us today. Now, I'm sure you all remember how scary your first day was so I want you to be especially nice to him, and try to be friends with him, okay?"

With that, she turned her gaze to the doorway, where a petite woman with dark, wavy hair stood, holding a little boys hand. Kurt crawled out from behind his classmates to see him.

His gaze was fixed. The new boy had short, brown, curly hair, and although slightly on the stocky side, definitely could not be described as fat. His much too big red shirt had a big, white number '1' on it. The shirt was so long, Kurt could barely see the bottom of his blue shorts.

The boys' brown eyes dodged from child to child, and at his new teacher, obviously just as intrigued as Kurt.

Mrs Turner beckoned him towards her with smile and a friendly hand gesture. At this, the new boy shied away, hiding behind his mother long skirt, and grasping it tightly. "Come on now, Dave, they won't bite," his mother whispered as she un-clinged her sons' hands from her floral dress, and pushed him gently in the Teachers direction. He peered once again at all the kids, with his right hand in front of his mouth shyly.

Mrs Turner kneeled down to the child's level and smiled.

"What's your name, sweetie?"

The boy fidgeted nervously and mumbled something.

"What was that, hon?"

"Dave," he answered. "My name is Dave."

The kindly teacher stood up, with her hand on Dave's back.

"Okay children, say hello to your new friend, Dave." She grinned.

An undecipherable chorus of "hi's", "hello's" and "nice to meet you's" followed straight after, as the students all got up and introduced themselves to the newbie, causing Dave to break away and hug his Mommy goodbye.

"Don't worry, I won't be long," she assured her son. With that, she kissed his cheek and left without another word, leaving poor Davey with the hoards of scary strangers.

Kurt smiled and waited for the other kids to move out of the way so he could say hello.

Of course, being only three years old, sitting and waiting for five minutes can become a near impossible task, so he decided to go and play dolly with his friends.

Just as he hoped, Quinnie and Mercedes were sitting over on the rug in the corner, dressing their dolls and doing their hair.

"Hi!" He greeted with a wave. "Can I pway with you?"

The two little girls both giggled.

"Of course, Kurtie! You're our fwiend! Silly!" Quinnie exclaimed.

Kurt always thought Quinnie was very pretty. She had long, straight blonde hair and always had a beautiful bow clipped to the back of it. She seemed to have bows in even more colours than the rainbow. Today it was pink. She was wearing a blue, cotton jumper and cute white leggings.

Mercedes, a little African-American girl, had a thicker build, but always looked gorgeous thanks to her bright smile and cute, chubby cheeks. She tied her short, wavy, dark brown hair into piggy tails with purple baubles. She wore a green skirt with flower patterns and a yellow T-shirt with a stylish looking cat on it, complete with a few beaded bracelets.

Kurt thought she looked pretty cool. He glanced down at his own outfit. He was only wearing a plain white shirt and tan coloured shorts. He'd asked his Daddy if he could wear that pretty dress he saw at the Mall but he said no. Kurt couldn't help but feel just a little jealous.

Not two minutes after he sat and started playing with the girls and their dollies, Kurt heard a boyish voice say, "..Um.."

Kurt turned to see Dave standing over him, looking at him with a shy, confused expression on his face.

"Hi," he replied, smiling.

"Uhm… What are you doing?" he asked quietly

Kurt looked down at the doll he was clutching, whom he'd fondly named Dianna, after Dianna Ross. Kurt and his Mommy loved her to bits.

"Playing with my dolly, Dianna." Kurt lifted Dianna up closer to Dave, as if to introduce him.

"That's Sally, and that is Kayla," Kurt said, indicated Mercedes' and Quinnie's dollies. "Wanna pway with us?"

Dave did nothing for a moment or two, only step back and stare.

"… But dollies are for girls," he deadpanned. "You're a boy."

Dave didn't seem to seem to be disgusted by any means, but very intrueged.

"My Mommy pways dollies with me all the time," Kurt reasoned. "And she's a growned up. And growned ups know evwything, so that means dollies are for boys too."

"Yeah," Quinnie agreed.

Dave said nothing, only stared for a moment.

"…. Really?" he asked with interest.

"Yep."

"Oh… okay," Dave said simply, before turning and walking off.

"He's weird," Mercedes said.

Quinnie giggled. "I think he was cute!"

Kurt just watched Dave as he looked around at the other students in a way that could only be described as nervous. Dave licked his lips took a moment to fidget with his shirt as he observed the centre. He then went and took a book from the shelf and sat by himself on a spider-man beanbag and looked at the pictures.

Outside play time came later and Dave still just wondered around by himself. Lots of children went over to him and invited him to play with them, but for some reason he just wanted to continue walking around by himself.

Little Kurtie didn't fail to notice.

So, he put on his most confident smile and strutted over the sandpit where Dave decided to play, determined to make a new friend.

"Hi," he chirped.

Dave just looked up for a second before continuing to dig a hole in the sand.

"Watcha doin?" Kurt asked with a chipper tone.

"Hm… digging," the boy mumbled.

With that, Kurt dropped to his knees and started digging with him, smiling playfully.

His smile began to fade when Dave got up and walked away again.

Kurt decided that Davie was the weirdest boy he had ever met.

He was just so shy and awkward to the point where he must have felt like he couldn't communicate with other children without feeling nervous. Kurt just sat in the sand pit and wondered why. Why did Davie distance himself from people who just want to be his friends and make him feel special? Kurt promised himself that he would find out more about Davie, and become his best friend.

Because Kurt is confident. Kurt is proud. Kurt won't let anything bring him down. If anyone can bring out Dave's true colours, it was Kurt. Of that, he was certain.

What do you think?

Shall I continue? :D