This inspirered by the word prompt of Weather.
I did a few other stories too but they're at on my livejournal :')
"Kurtie!" A young curly haired mop shouted from the doorway of the classroom Kurt was moping in. Kurt sat slumped forward onto the desk, he looked up at to see who had called his name, "what?" he mumbled.
"It's playtime, why are you in here?" The dark haired seven year-old who was called Blaine asked.
Kurt frowned and pointed to the window, "It's raining…"
"And?"
"I'm not allowed to play outside when it gets wet, my mummy once told me that you can get very, veryill from doing something as silly as that."
Blaine shrugged, "but it's really fun Kurt, the rain makes really nice sounds on the ground and it's great to play stuck in the mud in!"
"It's not like they'd let me play anyway, go away Blaine."
Blaine looked down at his feet and smiled half-heartedly as Kurt slumped forward again, "but what if I play with you?"
Kurt suddenly went very stiff, "no one ever wants to play with me."
"I do Kurt!" The young boy exclaimed excitedly.
He moved to sit on the seat across from Kurt, "and I'll always play with you, even if it's sunny, rainy, snowing or really, really windy." Kurt looked up from the table slightly and ducked his head when he saw Blaine reach out.
Blaine didn't notice the flinch and ruffled Kurt's hair standing up again, "so, you wanna come?" he said extending his hand wiggling his fingers with an excited twinkle in his eyes.
Kurt slowly rose from his desk and tenderly placed his hand in Blaine's, as soon as the contact was made Blaine grinned tugging the boy out of the room laughing about how they could make 'mud-pies' and chuck them at some of the mean boys that laughed at Kurt sometimes.
Kurt followed giggling as they made there plans
