"Kurt, come on. My daddy's waiting!" Rachel exclaimed, pulling Kurt by the hand. He huffed, letting her pull him out of the classroom and across the playground. Next to LeRoy, one of Rachel's fathers, stood Elizabeth, smiling radiantly. Kurt smiled and threw his arms around his mom. Her brown hair, the exact same colour as Kurt's, tickled his cheeks.
"I've got a surprise for you at home" Elizabeth whispered into her son's ear. Kurt's eyes shone with delight.
The two adults said goodbye before departing, Rachel and Kurt waved goodbye, and Elizabeth and Kurt walked hand in hand down the road.
"What's the surprise mommy?" Kurt squealed with excitement as they walked through the front door. Elizabeth laughed lightly, the sound chiming throughout their home. Burt was still at work and wouldn't be back until late.
"Come with me" she whispered, although no one was around to hear her except Kurt. Together they tiptoed up the stairs and into her room. Kurt wasn't usually aloud in his parents room incase he broke anything special, And he found it strangely exciting to be in the room.
Elizabeth opened the door to her closet and, digging to the back, pulled out a large trunk. The trunk was made of a delicate wood and was detailed beautifully. She clicked open the trunk and Kurt gasped at what he saw inside.
Inside was all of Elizabeth's tiaras that she had won in beauty pageants, or gifts from when she was little.
Kurt, like most seven year olds, was enchanted by the shiny objects.
"You can wear one if you like" Elizabeth swelled with happiness at the sight of her son's face.
"But what if I break it?" Kurt said, shocked at the offer.
"I know you won't" Elizabeth smiled in encouragement.
"Lizzie?" Burt called after opening the front door.
"I'm upstairs, honey" she called back.
"Pick one, any one, and you can have it" Elizabeth smiled at Kurt's amazed expression.
"Thank you, mommy!" Kurt squealed and threw his arms around his mothers neck.
"Just don't tell daddy" she whispered playfully, putting a finger to her lips.
Kurt nodded and looked into the trunk. He picked one out carefully.
It was one of the smallest, but the most detailed. It was beautiful. Kurt was adamant that he would not break it and care for it as if it was the only thing he owned.
Elizabeth locked the trunk and placed it carefully in the closet before greeting her husband downstairs.
Kurt posed in front of his parents' mirror, balancing the tiara on his head.
He knew that boys didn't wear tiaras, they played with action figures or lego. But Rachel liked to wear tiaras and play with dolls, and so did Kurt.
In fact he skipped to his room and picked out one of his favourite barbie dolls.
Running down stairs, he greeted his father with a hug. Burt wasn't surprised to see his son playing with a tiara and a doll.
Kurt went to play in the front garden, giggling and talking to himself and mimicking a women's voice for his doll. he made sure that his tiara was placed firmly on his head.
He looked up in curiosity as he heard the sound of two boys playing with a ball. They were arguing about something and the older boy stormed off into the house, slamming the door behind him. Kurt recognised the boy, the younger one, from school but hadn't had a chance to talk to him. He was new to the area and had only just started school.
The boy, Blaine, humphed and dropped down onto the grass, cupping his chin with one hand. Kurt giggled at the boy as his curly hair bobbed up and down with every movement.
Blaine, despite being across the road, heard Kurt and looked up in curiosity. Blaine stood up slowly and looked back at his house before crossing the road.
He stopped outside the garden and leant on the wooden fence.
"I'm Blaine" he said kindly.
"I'm Kurt" Kurt replied, walking up to the fence.
"Why are wearing a crown?" Blaine asked curiously. His father always told him boys don't play with dolls or wear girly things.
"It's not a crown it's a tiara!" Kurt said.
"My daddy says boys shouldn't wear crowns"
"Well that's stupid! just like your hair" Kurt said childishly.
Blaine tugged his curls self consciously.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. and my hair isn't stupid, just very curly" Blaine pouted.
Kurt laughed before apologising himself.
"You're in my class, Aren't you?" Kurt asked.
"Yes but I don't know anybody" Blaine shrugged.
"You know me now. You can be my friend" Kurt offered. Blaine hesitated, taking in the boy with the tiara. He decided that Kurt seemed a good person to have as a friend.
"Friends?" Blaine asked, offering Kurt his pinky.
"Friends" Kurt smiled and linked his pinky with Blaine's.
From that day on Kurt and Blaine became inseparable. If Blaine wasn't playing at Kurt's house then Kurt was playing at Blaine's. Luckily Rachel was fond of Blaine and didn't mind that Kurt had another best friend. And just like Rachel and Kurt, Blaine loved to sing and dance. The trio would often spend their lunchtimes making up dance routines and singing.
And whenever the other kids in second grade made comments about Blaine, presumably because he was knew, Rachel would shout at them and tell them to mind their own.
One Friday afternoon, Elizabeth was waiting in the playground. Her glossy hair was tumbling down her back in waves and her bright blue eyes searched the school grounds for her son. She smiled when she saw him and wasn't surprised to see him with Blaine. The two boys were talking animatedly. Elizabeth and Regina, Blaine's mother, had arranged that the two moms would take it in turns to pick up the boys.
Regina and Elizabeth had become good friends, just like Kurt and Blaine, and spent Saturdays shopping at the mall, taking their son's with them.
She was glad Kurt had such good friends and hoped they would look out for him in the future, as if she knew how his life would plan out.