Tag.

Five-year-old Kurt Hummel never understood the appeal in recess.

He figured it was better than tracing his letters and numbers and writing paragraphs, and coloring did get really boring sometimes, but outside was dirty, and when it wasn't really hot outside it was cold or muddy or something else he didn't like.

Or at least, that was the reason he told himself. If he were being honest, he would blame it on the fact that every time all of the other boys played tag no one invited him. He would play with the girls, but Rachel never let him on the jungle gym to play princesses. She was mean.

But at least right after recess they had centers, and centers meant playing fun things like dolls and house and tea. Things that he liked.

So he settled himself down on the steps, once again, and waited for Mrs. Taylor to blow her whistle so they could go inside, his eyes following the other boys as they chased each other around the playground. He was just about to shift his gaze over to the girls - Finn kept getting tagged because he was really slow, and it was getting boring - when a short boy he didn't recognize bounded up to him and extended a hand.

"I'm Blaine," he greeted abruptly.

Kurt's eyes crossed so he could stare at the hand extended to him. Gingerly, he took it with his own and gave it a light shake. "Kurt," he introduced, "Hummel. Kurt Hummel."

"That's cool. Do you want to play tag? You looked lonely," the other boy said, locking eyes with Kurt, who, on instinct, shook his head.

"No... I-I'm fine here," he answered. "Thank you."

"But come on! Just one game?" Blaine pleaded.

"I- who are you?" Kurt asked, "Are you..."

"New?" Blaine guessed. Kurt nodded. "Yeah. My mommy dropped me off today, we moved here a few days ago. Now, will you come play tag?"

"I-"

"Just one game," Blaine assured.

With a dramatic huff, the taller boy nodded. "Fine, but only one."

Kurt allowed Blaine to drag him over to the group of boys. They all eyed Kurt curiously, some with smirks and others like they didn't even know who he was. Blaine made the introductions and quickly offered up himself to be it.

And for the first time ever Kurt was playing tag.

He couldn't say he was surprised when Blaine picked him to chase after. He ran around as fast as he could, but Blaine was really, really fast and Puck was sticking his foot out and ouch, he didn't know it was possible to hit the ground that hard. And then just as suddenly Blaine had fallen on him and they were both laughing.

As they untangled their limbs and dusted off their clothes, Mrs. Taylor blew her whistle and motioned for all of the kids to line up. Blaine cast him one more goofy grin before the pair walked over.

"So, did you have fun?" Blaine whispered as the class marched back inside.

"Yeah," Kurt whispered back, "but now you have to play dolls with me."


A/N: slfja;ksnf;akijs;dkf THE BOX SCENE was released oh my Klaine it's so beautiful why would you cut that why

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