This word is from Klaine Lover. I felt this word needed to be Baby!Klaine. Yeah, it's a little out of season...too bad! Oh, and Kurt and Blaine are six years old, so they've overcome their speech impediments. Review and I will hug you! But then again, I'd probably hug you anyway just for reading this story...but still, review!

Drabble #38-Bunny

Kurt was ready to squeal with excitement. So he did. He was meeting the Easter bunny! The Easter bunny! He was a celebrity in Kurt's glasz eyes. Plus, he was with Blaine. This was definitely a squeal-worthy moment. Just then, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand.

"Come on Kurt! Let's go meet the Easter Bunny!" The dark-haired boy said excitedly. Kurt frowned with worry.

"But Blaine, what if he doesn't like me? What if he meets me and then says he's never going to give me candy again?" Kurt asked.

"Oh, everyone likes you! But I like you the most! Don't be scared, it's going to be so much fun!" Blaine promised. Kurt hesitated. For about three seconds.

"Well...ok!" He chirped. Blaine smiled widely.

"Then come on, let's go!" The two boys rushed over to the gigantic fluffy purple bunny and jumped up on each of its knees.

"Hi! I'm Blaine! I have a question: Are you a boy or a girl?" Blaine asked, raising his triangular eyebrows.

"Um...well, I'm a bunny! What would you two like for Easter?" A slightly high voice asked. Kurt mustered up all of his courage.

"I want a new white bow tie, because my best friend Blaine here spilled apple juice all over my last one." He said, all in one breath. Blaine looked down in shame. Kurt smiled a forgiving smile at him.

"And what about you, mister?" The bunny asked. Blaine pondered that for a while. He was going to ask for a package of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, but somehow a bowtie seemed so much better.

"I want a bowtie too!" He said happily. The bunny laughed a little.

"Great choice! And you can get an Easter egg out of that basket." The bunny gestured with her paw towards the colorful straw basket. The boys beamed and thanked the bunny profusely. They slid off the big chair and turned their attention toward the egg basket. Kurt immediately selected a purple one, while Blaine took a while deciding before finally grabbing the last pink egg in the basket. As they turned around and began walking out of Easter-land, Blaine felt a sharp tap on his shoulder. He was face to face with a scowling girl who was taller and older than him.

"Hey! You! Why did you take the last pink egg? You're a boy." She asked, glaring at him.

"I like pink." Blaine said quietly, keeping his eyes on the ground. The girl scoffed.

"Only girls are supposed to like pink, not boys. Are you some kind of weirdo?" Kurt stepped towards the girl.

"Hey! Don't you dare say that about Blaine! He's my bestest friend ever, and he's awesome, not a weirdo! He can like pink if he wants, and you're a stupid meanyface for saying he shouldn't. Go away!" Kurt said sternly, poking the girl in the chest. She huffed and stomped off. Kurt grinned in victory.

"Thanks Kurt. I really wanted that pink egg. You're so nice and brave and pretty! Are we going to be best friends forever?" Blaine asked, his eyes shining with hope. Kurt giggled.
"Of course we are, silly!"

You have no idea how stupid I felt writing things like "The bunny laughed"...