This story is just Kurt and Blaine when they were little. I always wanted to write this fic.

I don't own Glee but I sure wish I did

It was brisk morning for Lima. Most people were sitting in their homes, still sound asleep. The wind rustled the leaves on the grown and caused them to blow in the air. A boy, no older than 6 or 7, walked hand in hand with a woman. She was a sight to see. Her emerald eyes showed just between the strands of her straight, chestnut hair. Her lips were a pale pink color. She didn't wear any make up. On her legs were a pair of old jeans and above that was a simple blue shirt. She smiled at the little boy by her side. He looked much like the women. He had the same piercing eyes and the same thin hair. They shared a smile and a laugh. A difference between them however, was their fashion. The mom was dressed casually but the same couldn't be said for the young boy. He wore a pair of tight, black pants with the tips of black boots sticking out from below them. A pure white raincoat sat on his shoulders. To top the outfit of, the boy wore a pink top hat that he would adjust every now and then. The two walked down the path of the park. Everything around them was silent and the only thing you could hear was two voices, their voices. From the direction of the playground, both of them heard a laugh. It seemed like a little boy. The woman searched the park with her eyes. There were no other adults in the area. She walked over to a bench that lay close to the jungle gym.

"You stay here Kurtie, okay?" She pointed to the bench and the boy, who was most likely named Kurt, obeyed. He watched as the women walked over to the slide. She turned a corner and Kurt could no longer see her. While Kurt sat on the bench, curious to what was going on, the woman began to search for the source of the laugh. She soon came across a boy who looked about Kurt's age.

"Hi there." She called out in a sweet, friendly voice. The boy, who had dark curls for hair, turned towards her. He smiled at her and then slid down the slide. Once he reached the bottom, he walked over to her. The boy was still smiling. Kurt heard the woman talk and leaned over, trying to catch a view. The curly hair boy looked up at the woman. His eyes were wide and a hazel green color. They were full of life, which was matched by his smile. His eyebrows met in a peak so they appeared like triangles. The woman laughed at this and then began to speak again.

"Where are your parents?" she asked. Her tone remained the same, as it was before, very soothing and comforting.

"I don't know." The boy shrugged. His voice was soft and lacked any worrisome that you would expect in his situation.

"What do you mean?" The woman asked. She was curious about this boy. Her back hurt so she sat on the woodchips, as did the boy. He thought for a minute.

"I don't know. They are always oblivious to my existence." The boy picked up a woodchip and analyzed it. He then began to pick it apart. The woman looked at the boy. She was amazed with the vocabulary of this child.

"How old are you?" she decided that would be her last question. She was expecting the average 'I'm 6 and 3 quarters.' Age was very important to little children and she knew that.

"I'm not exactly sure but I assume that I'm around 6. My parents never told me." The boy said this as if nothing was out of the norm. He finished playing with the woodchip and tossed it aside. As the boy stood up, his massive curls bounced. He held out a hand to help the woman up. She smiled and pretended to use it as to not offend the boy.

"Thank you…" she paused, not knowing the name of this boy.

"Blaine." He responded. She laughed.

"Thank you Blaine. It was nice to meet you." She waved goodbye to the boy and walked over to Kurt. He sat obediently on the bench. Meanwhile, Blaine waved frantically at the woman, trying to get her attention.

"What happened mommy?" Kurt asked the woman, probably his mother.

"I just wanted to make sure that boy was okay. He's the same as you Kurtsie." She helped him get off the bench, which was a good distance off the ground.

"Is he?" Kurt asked. He seemed worried about the stranger. His mom felt a sense of pride that her son cared about someone he had never met. It showed a good future for the six year old.

"Yes Kurt, he's fine." Kurt's mom assured him. She herself wasn't sure if Blaine was in fact okay. He didn't even know his own birthday or where his parents were. But she decided that it wasn't her business and decided to let the boy continue living what he had for approximately six years, if that's how old he was.

"What's his name mommy?" Kurt asked. He fixed his hat and brushed his hands down his coat to smooth out the wrinkles.

"Blaine." His mom replied. She put her arm around his shoulder and laughed with her.

"I like that name. Blaine." He repeated it multiple times. His mother laughed and as the two passed the playground, Kurt looked for Blaine.

"Is that him mommy?" Kurt asked, pointing to the curly haired boy. His mother nodded. "HI BLAINE!" Kurt shouted. Blaine looked over at the two and smiled.

"HI!" He yelled back, and then went down the slide. Kurt hid his face in his hands and ran off. He was embarrassed of being yelled at. Kurt's mom jogged up to where Kurt had been.

"I like Blaine mommy." He smiled and began to hum defying gravity.

"Me too sweetie." She thought back to their conversation. Blaine was one of the most polite people she had ever met.

"This is the best time we ever had on our park trips." Kurt stated. His mom nodded in agreement.

"It has been, hasn't it?" She replied. Both of them walked off the park's path and into the street.

Just a short taste for Chapter One. I really like writing them as kids. It's really fun REVIEW please xD