They first met on the playground, both waiting in line for their turn on the swingset.
"Mommy!" The only four year old boy Blaine had ever seen with side bangs tugged on his mother's skirt. "Our turn! It's our turn Mommy!" Kurt grabbed an elegant flower on the pattern of his mother's skirt, and attempted to haul her over to the empty seat dangling by two not vey sturdy looking chains. Elizabeth picked the small soft hand off her clothes and scooped her son into her arms.
"Kurt sweetie, we should let them go first." She stuck a long finger out towards Blaine and Gianna Anderson. Kurt frowned, his round cheeks puffing out farther as he huffed.
"No Mommy, we were here first. We waited for hours." When in reality it had been about seven minutes. But little Kurt had a point, the Andersons had showed up only a couple of minutes ago. His mother epitomized courtesy though.
"Kurt, we need to be polite. Go on ahead." Elizabeth nodded at the dark haired young woman, her own chestnut waves bobbing with the movement. Blaine grasped his mothers hand, looking up at her to see if she was going to help him get on.
"How about…" Blaine's mom began, picking up her own son. "We take turns?" Kurt's face remained the same, because Kurt Elizabeth Hummel did not share. Gianna noticed this, and continued. "Since Kurt is being a good sport, how about we let him go first huh Blaine?" Blaine smiled and nodded, throwing his arms around his mother's neck and cuddling up to her, sending the most perfect smile even bestowed upon a toddler at Kurt. Kurt all of a sudden stopped seeing it as getting his turn, and instead felt guilty, taking away Blaine's. His pout turned smile, inverted, becoming a look of remorse.
"What's wrong?" Blaine frowned at Kurt's sad look. "You don't wanna swing?" Kurt shook his head, curling up into his mother's chest, facing away from Blaine, his four year old vocabulary not large enough for him to convey his feelings. Elizabeth grew confused, looking down at her small child who had had a sudden change of decision. She smoothed his shiny brown hair to comfort him, telling the Anderson's that it was okay for them to go first. Gianna set Blaine down gently on the swing.
"Remember to hold on Blainey-Boo." Gianna gently wrapped her hands around her sons little fists on the chain, squeezing lightly to remind him not to let go. She walked around the swing set, placing her hands on his small back, pushing softly, increasing the speed gradually, until the boy was squealing in delight, soaring above his mother, and above Kurt and Kurt's mother. When he was as high as he could go, screaming high at the peak of his upswing, he swung back, right into his mothers arms, and his turn was all too soon over.
"Mommy! That was so fun!" Blaine jumped up and down and hugged his mother. "Thank you for pushing me!" Gianna laughed, her sons joy bringing a smile to her face.
"You're welcome Blainey-Boo. But maybe you should introduce yourself to Kurt and thank him instead. Blaine rushed over to Elizabeth and she placed down Kurt next to the curly haired boy.
"Hi!" Blaine said cheerfully and a little too loudly. "I'm Blaine!" He extended chubby arm on the end of which was a doughy hand. Kurt just looked at it for a moment, his hands behind his back. He was suddenly overcome with shyness.
"Kurt, say hi." His mother urged. Kurt put his hand tentatively in Blaine's.
"Hi. I-I'm, Kurt." The two mothers laughed when Blaine eagerly pumped their hands up and down.
"Nice to meet ya Kurt! Thanks for letting me swing! It's your turn now." Blaine let go of Kurt's hand, where it rejoined the other behind his back.
"I don't wanna swing anymore." Kurt said bluntly. Blaine shrugged and cocked his head.
"Monkey bars?" Kurt shook his head.
"They make owies on my hands." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand.
"Not if you get good. I'll teach you!" Blaine ran and Kurt trailed behind. As the little boys sped off, the two mothers watched them for a moment, smiling with maternal pride at their darling interaction, before speaking to each other.
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The mother had had a good long conversation, the most important detail that Gianna had just moved into the house down the block two weeks ago. They were laughing and completely absorbed in what they were talking about when they hear a loud sobbing. Kurt was sitting on the ground, his knee clutched up to his chest, his other hand being held by Blaine who knelt by him, looking worriedly over at his and Kurt's mothers. The two women hurried over to their sons.
"I told you! I told you I'd fall and get hurt Blaine!" Kurt screamed, tears flowing down his face. His mother scooped her crying baby into her arms, kissing the top of his head.
"It's okay sweetie, I'm sorry it hurts, but we're going to go right home and get you all better okay?" Elizabeth should have know better than to try to calm down a toddler in pain.
"I told him! I told him Mommy! I told him I'd fall! I got a big big owie!" Blaine eyes were wet as he looked apologetically at Kurt.
"I'm sorry you got an owie Kurt. Before you fell down you were doing really good." Kurt sniffled and wiped his eye with his sleeve.
"Really?" Gianna and Elizabeth melted as they watched their boys.
"Yeah really." Kurt giggled a little as he and his mom said goodbye, promising to meet up again tomorrow.
"Maybe I can try monkey bars again tomorrow Blaine." Kurt said.
"Okay! Then you'll do even better. I promise that I wont let you fall Kurt." Kurt gave Blaine a funny look.
"How?" Blaine smiled.
"Next time I'll catch you."
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Nawwwwwwwww. Little Kurt and Blaine make me into puddles. So, what do you think? If people like this, I'll continue. Since my other Klain fic took a turn for the angsty, and I'm craving some baby Klaine, this is my outlet. What should I do with this? I'm thinking short random oneshots of the two of them growing up, with no particular timeline. I can update it often that way, it'll be fluffy and sweet and cavity inducing. Yay! Please review with your opinions and ideas!