Title: I Walked Across An Empty Land
Author: quickquotesquills
Rating: K+
Summary: Just a short, angsty and fluffy drabble-ish thing I wrote. Blaine is feeling sad, and Kurt tries to cheer him up. It's a kid!fic. Based off of a prompt someone gave me. One-shot.
Blaine was sitting on the lowest swing at the park, crying, when Kurt spotted him. He quickly ran across the mulch scattering the ground to the sobbing boy.
"Blaine? What's wrong?"
The small boy looked up at Kurt, brushing his loose curls out of his face. Once he saw who the taller boy speaking to him was, he hastily wiped away his tears.
"Hi, Kurt." Blaine sniffled.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked.
When Blaine didn't respond, Kurt took his hand and lead him over to the nearby park bench. He liked holding Blaine's hand. Sure, sometimes their palms got sweaty, but their fingers just fit together. It was nice.
The two boys sat down on the bench, and Kurt timidly asked his question again.
"Are...are you okay?"
Blaine slowly shook his head before collapsing into a fresh round of sobs. Kurt didn't really know what to do, so he put his hand on Blaine's knee. Blaine raised his head to look at Kurt.
"I-it's my mommy. She's being mean again."
"What about your daddy? Where'd he go?"
Blaine shrugged lifelessly. Kurt didn't really know why, but Blaine never talked about his daddy.
"I was...I was singing." Kurt was surprised by this. He'd never heard Blaine sing before. "I really want to be a music person when I grow up." He stopped at this, and Kurt just looked at him.
"First, my mommy came in. And then she told me that I wasn't good." Kurt's eyes widened. Blaine was good at almost everything! That's why they were best friends.
"A-and she told me that singing was only for girls. And I was being like a girl. So...so I asked her, 'What's wrong with being a girl?'" Blaine closed his eyes for a minute, as if trying to remember something. "And she called me something...I can't remember what it was, but it sounded really mean, and then she hit me on the face. And I ran here." Blaine choked out one last strangled sob before burying his face into his hands.
"But...Blaine, you're the bestest singer ever!" Kurt said. It didn't matter that he'd never actually heard Blaine sing.
Blaine just stayed silent. Kurt didn't know what to do, so he scooted a little bit closer to Blaine.
"Blaine?"
A small voice rang out, still muffled with tears. "Yeah?"
"Whenever my mommy's upset, my daddy holds her." Kurt looked over to Blaine. "And when I asked why, they said it's because they love each other. And you're my best friend, and I love you. So-"
"Kurt, can you hold me?"
Kurt smiled, a little surprised by Blaine's interruption. "'Course."
He scooched even closer to Blaine, burying his face in the boy's curly hair and wrapping his arms around Blaine's shoulders.
"And...Kurt?"
"Yeah, Blaine?"
"Thanks." Blaine took a shuddering breath. "I love you too."
A/N: Thoughts? Reactions? I have an unhealthy love for kid!Klaine, so this was really overdue. It's a bit melodramatic because it was born out of my own pointless angst, but that's another story ;)
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As the two boys sat on the bench, the cold autumn wind began to blow. Leaves were flying everywhere, but they didn't notice, too wrapped up in each other.
