Kurt stood awkwardly by the classroom door, looking out onto the playground. He held his power ranger's lunchbox to his chest, contemplating on where to sit.
There were kids playing on the playground equipment, the monkey bars and the slides were overcome with screaming children. Other kids preferred to play games like tag and hopscotch while the rest ate their lunch at the little picnic tables.
A lot of the time, Kurt would usually sit by himself. The other kids didn't really talk to Kurt. They thought he was weird, different.
Kurt didn't really understand why he had so little friends. He was nice, polite and he would even share his colours! Kurt always thought that was a good trait. But still kids would choose to ignore him.
Kurt wobbled by the first table, a few of the kids sitting there eyed him, almost daring him to sit down.
Kurt felt uncomfortable under their gaze and decided it would have been a bad idea to sit down. He moved onto the second table, feeling lese confident with every step. There was a small group of boys there, a little bigger than Kurt.
They were laughing, but stopped when they saw Kurt walk by. Kurt hesitated for a second when the boys stopped laughing and looked at him.
"Keep walkin', Hummel." One of the bigger boys, David Karofsky, said.
"Yeah, we don't want your girly germs, go sit somewhere else!" Another boy hollered after. Azimio Adams. He smirked and clumsily high-five'd David.
Kurt's eyes widened a little, put off by the insult and immediately started walking towards the big secluded oak tree near the end of the playground. Kurt wasn't unfamiliar with the setting. He sat under the oak tree most days.
He sat down on the grass, back against the wide trunk, shoulder's slumped and feeling defeated. He stared at his lunchbox in front of him, slightly dazed.
Why didn't the other kids want him to sit with him? A question Kurt quite wondered. It was a question that never really left his mind.
His lower lip was jutted out in a pout. Trembling slightly, tears threatening to fall. Kurt didn't want to cry, he wanted to be strong. He tries, but he hates being lonely. It hurts. A lot.
"Hey!" A voice called out.
Kurt jumped a little in his spot. He hadn't heard anyone approach him since he sat down.
When he looked up, no one was there.
Kurt frowned, confused as to where the voice came from.
"Hey! Up here!" Came the voice again.
Kurt realized that the voice was coming from the tree.
He looked up to see a boy about his age, sitting on one of the branches.
Kurt was a little dumbfounded. How did he get up there? Or more importantly, why was he up there? Wouldn't climbing the tree ruin his clothes? Kurt wondered.
The boy in the tree smirked lazily, obviously pleased by the boys expression.
He climbed down the tree carefully, and landed with a thud as he hit the ground, smirk in place.
Kurt was able to get a good look at the boy, now that he wasn't in the tree.
He had brown, sandy hair that was slightly coiffed. He was fairly tanned, especially standing next to Kurt. He had bright green eyes and crooked smile.
Kurt then noticed his outfit. A simple purple polo shirt and light brown khaki shorts.
"I see you were impressed by my tree climbing skills. "The boy said confidently. Arms crossed over his chest. "I'm the only one in my whole class who can climb it."
Kurt didn't really know what to say. Not many kids willingly talked to him at lunch. Or at all for that matter. Maybe someone would ask to borrow a crayon every now and then, which he would happily obliged to, but that was about it.
Kurt stared up at the boy. There wasn't much of a height difference, but the other boy was slightly taller.
"I- t-that's cool, I guess." He said, fidgeting slightly under the other boy's gaze.
"Cool? Are you kidding me? That's friggen' awesome. I'm awesome!"
Kurt raised a small eyebrow, obviously not very impressed.
"If you say so."
The boy looked down at him for a second, frowning slightly. But then a small smile grew on his lips and shot his hand out.
"The name's Sebastian Smythe." He said coolly.
Kurt hesitated for a second before gingerly raising his hand to shake Sebastian's.
"I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel."
Sebastian smiled at Kurt and Kurt smiled shyly back.
"So why're you over here with your lunchbox? all the other kids eat at the tables?" Sebastian asked as he leaned against the tree.
Kurt huffed and sat down on the ground. Shoulder's slumped again, remembering why he was there in the first place.
"No one wanted me to sit with them..."He said in a tiny voice. Fiddling with the handle on his lunchbox.
"They didn't want to sit with you? Why?" Sebastian asked, sitting beside Kurt.
Sebastian was looking at Kurt, while Kurt was looking down at his lunchbox.
He shrugged lazily. "I don't know...not many people like me. I don't really have any friends." Kurt muttered sadly.
Sebastian looked down at the little boy, head titled slightly.
And then he smiled.
"You can be my friend if you want."
Kurt lifted his head cautiously and looked at Sebastian.
"I- what?"
Sebastian grinned and stood up eagerly, shooting his hand out for Kurt to take it.
"I said you can be my friend. I don't have any friends either because not many kids are worthy enough to have me as a friend." He shrugged, waiting for Kurt's response.
But again, Kurt was lost for words.
There was this boy, who he never talked to before just, quite literally, jumped out of a tree and is now offering to be his friend. Kurt didn't know what to think of it.
"Y-you, think I'm...worthy?"
Sebastian nodded, grin in place.
"You want to be my friend?"Kurt asked again, a little dumbstruck by what was going on.
Sebastian's grin faltered, and then morphed into a bored expression.
"Look d'ya wanna be my friend or not? I don't just offer my friendship to many kids so take it or leave it." He grunted sternly, lowering his hand a little.
Kurt's eyes widened and stood up off the ground, quickly wiping the dirty away from his beige coloured shorts.
"Yes, yes I would love to be your friend!" He says in almost a pleading state, hoping Sebastian wouldn't change his mind at the last second.
Sebastian's lips turned into a grin once again, and held his hand out to Kurt.
Kurt hesitated a little when reaching for Sebastian's hand, and Sebastian being impatient as he is, grabbed his hand instead and shook it.
"There! Now we're friends." He smiled.
Kurt looked at their hands, then at the boy and couldn't help but smile back.
From that day forward, Kurt and Sebastian were the best of friends. They spent every day together on the playground by the big oak tree. Most days they would talk endlessly, until the bell rang, some days they would laugh and joke and other days they would sit there and enjoy each other's company. Granted, Sebastian liked to stay in the tree and Kurt preferred to sit on the ground, but they made it work.