Kurt sat at the little table in the daycare space where Ms. Fairy—that's what the kids called her because they couldn't say Fabray—always told them to sit while they ate. He swung his legs and gulped down the rest of his donut and juice, eager to be finished so that he could get up and play. It was Friday, finally, and Ms. Fairy always got out the dress-up and kitchen stuff for centers on Friday mornings. Only today was a special day. Today, Ms. Fairy had gotten out the special café kitchen with the pretend coffee machine, and they could play at being baristas.

As soon as the last bite was in his mouth, Kurt slid out of his chair, dashing to the trash can as he chewed. He wildly tossed his Ziplock bags and empty juice box in before starting to run off in the direction of the imaginary play center. He could already see his favorite group of friends—Blaine, Elliot, Sebastian, Nick, and Jeff—already over there, playing. The girls were probably at the coloring table with Rachel. She always made them go over there first, because she was a meanie. If she didn't get her way, she would cry and yell so loud that Ms. Fairy would make them all sit down for two minutes of their outside time because the room was too noisy.

"Kurt? Wait just a minute, please," Ms. Fabray called out to him before he could make his way over to his friends.

Stopping in his tracks, Kurt turned to face her, gulping down the last bite of his food. He knew exactly what she was going to ask.

"Is all your food gone? You're not chewing anymore?"

He shook his head at her.

"Are your fingers sticky? Do you need to wash up?"

"No, Ms. Fairy," he said, shaking his head again.

"Alright. You may play now," she told him with a gentle smile. "Thank you for answering my questions."

Kurt was off again, hurrying over to his friends. "Hi!" he exclaimed, hopping up and down, a wide smile on his face. "Hi, guys! I comed to be bree-sta wif you!"

"Kurt!" Blaine cheered, coming around the little counter Ms. Fairy had set up to pull him into a hug. He burrowed his head against Kurt's neck, his fluffy curls ticking at Kurt's cheeks, and he sighed happily. Morning hugs with Kurt were his favorite thing.

The other four boys waved and smiled at him, continuing to play together. Jeff had a pan of eggs on the stove that he was stirring around with a spoon, and Nick was watching him. He was wearing an apron and holding a plate, seemingly waiting for the eggs. Both Sebastian and Elliot were seated at the little picnic table nearby, little teacups in front of them.

Letting go, Blaine said, "Me 'n' Nick is da servin' people, an' Jeff is a cook. You c'n be, um, you c'n be a person who comes to our, um, our store an' buys food."

Kurt pouted at that. He wanted to play a barista. When he'd told his mommy and daddy the night before that today was "'magination Friday" and that they'd get to play coffee shop, they'd told him a very interesting story.

"Kurt, have I ever told you the story of how I met your father?" Elizabeth asked as she cuddled her son and his stuffed zebra, Martin—the dapper cousin of Marty from Madagascar. Burt was sitting on the end of the bed with both of Kurt's bedtime story selections in his lap.

"No," Kurt replied, looking at her curiously. "You an' Daddy hasn't always knowed each uvver?"

Elizabeth smiled at her husband. "No. Not always. But for a very long time."

"Tell me da story?" Kurt asked, watching them with wide eyes.

"Sure, kid," Burt agreed. "I used to work in a coffee shop. I was the guy who would put the coffee in the cups and write their names on the side. I used a big black marker," he said, spreading his arms wide to exaggerate the size of the marker he'd used.

Kurt giggled. "That's too big," he informed Burt.

"Even so," Elizabeth went on, "I used to come into the coffee shop all the time, and order coffee. I was going to school, and so I would be up really late sometimes, reading my school books. And I saw your dad in there a lot. He would always watch me and smile, but he would never actually talk to me."

"Why?"

"I was shy, kid," Burt said, shrugging his shoulders a little. "I wanted to talk to her, because I thought she was the prettiest girl I had ever seen in my entire life. She made my heart feel fuzzy and happy and my tummy feel all twisty. I was afraid she wouldn't like me, though. Maybe she would think I was too silly and not want to talk back to me."

"Mommy wuves you!" Kurt declared. "An' me, too."

His parents both smiled at him, and Elizabeth squeezed him a little bit tighter. "We love you, too, little sugar bear. For a long time, your daddy and I didn't talk to each other. We would just smile, he would hand me my coffee with my name, Elizabeth, written on it, and I would leave."

"One day, though, I wrote something besides Mommy's name on her cup," Burt said, loving how round Kurt's eyes got as he waited with barely contained anticipation to hear what they were going to say.

"Wha' you writed, Daddy?"

"I walked toward the door of the coffee shop," Elizabeth said, "and I looked down at my cup. Instead of my name, your daddy had written, 'You're beautiful,' on the side. So, I turned around and looked at him, and his eyes met mine." She was staring at her husband now, an adoring sparkle in her eye.

"That's when I worked up the courage to walk out to her, tell her how pretty I thought she was, and get her phone number. I took her on a first date later that week, and we've been together ever since." Burt was staring at his wife with much the same expression, like she was the brightest, most perfect star in the night sky he'd ever seen.

Kurt clapped his hands excitedly. "Den, you falled in wuv an' gived each uvver kisses an' hugs? An' den you hased me?"

"Yep. That's exactly right, kid," Burt said. "We fell in love, hugged, kissed, and had you."

"Yay!" Kurt said, settling back into his pillows and cuddling closer to his mother, Martin squeezed in his arms. "I wike dat story. We read bedtime books now?"

"Sure," Burt agreed. "Scootch over a little bit more so there's more room for me."

Kurt giggled as he burrowed even closer to Elizabeth, his dad belly-flopping onto the mattress next to them.

Smiling as he remembered the story, it quickly turned into a frown at Blaine's suggestion. "I don' wanna buys food," he explained. "I wanna be bree-sta. Make coffee wike my daddy."

"There's no more covers," Blaine explained sadly, tugging at his apron. "I guess I c'n share mine…"

Kurt could immediately see the sadness on his friend's face. Blaine obviously loved being the server, and Kurt didn't want him to be sad. It wouldn't be so much fun to play then.

"No. I buys food," he said, delighted when Blaine's bright smile came back. "Where I should sit?"

"Sit by Elliot, an' I brings you aaaaaaaaaaall da food!"

Taking a seat, Kurt instructed, "Nuh-uh, Bwainers. You gottsa b'ing me a moo."

"A moo?"

"Yeah. Da fing wif da food in it."

"My mommy says that's called a men-ew."

Kurt shrugged. "Gottsa b'ing me one."

"'kay! Jus' a sec!"

While Kurt waited for his moo, Nick brought Elliot and Seb plates of eggs. "Here," he said, setting them down in front of them. "Eggs."

"Fanks," Seb told him, smiling. Then, he looked confused. "How I eats them?"

"We needs forks," Elliot told Nick. "Or spoons."

"We only has one fork," Nick replied. "You c'n eats 'em wif you hands."

"Too hot!" Elliot replied. "I c'n share wif Seb. I yike him. He won' gets me sick."

Nick nodded. "'kay."

Moments later, Blaine came scurrying back to Kurt's side with a piece of paper. On one side, he'd drawn rudimentary pictures of foods. "Dis is our men-ew," he explained. "We has eggs an' bacon an' yettice an' stwabewwies. An' den, you c'n has appa juice or coffee. An' den…" He flipped the paper over, proudly showing Kurt what he'd written on the other side.

There was a big, red heart shape at the top of the paper. Underneath were some letters that Kurt recognized but couldn't read. "What it say?" he asked.

"Says, 'Yuv my Kurt,'" Blaine happily exclaimed. "So, wha' you wantsa has?"

"Um… Eggs an stwabewwies, p'ease. An' coffee."

"I gets 'em," Blaine promised, hurrying back to the kitchen to tell Jeff what Kurt had ordered.

A few minutes later, Ms. Fabray announced, "Alright, friends. It's time to put our toys away and sit on the carpet for circle time!"

All the girls moaned since Rachel had managed to force them to color all morning, and Kurt felt kind of the same way. Blaine hadn't gotten the chance to bring him any food! He'd barely even gotten to play at all. Dumb donut.

Then, he glanced down at his note from Blaine, remembering what he'd said. "Says, 'Yuv my Kurt.'"

"Sowwy," came Blaine's voice in his ear. "Jeff didn' makeded you food fas' a'fore Ms. Fairy sayed to cwean up."

"Is otay," Kurt told him, standing up. "My Bwainers, I can has dis?" He pointed to the little menu Blaine had drawn for him.

Blaine nodded vigorously. "Uh-huh! I makeded it for you!" Then, he bounded away, helping to toss the last of the food toys into the box.

Kurt carefully folded up the moo and put it into his pocket. The next thing he knew, Blaine had a hold of his hand and was pulling him toward the carpet for circle time. When they were settled, Kurt leaned his head against Blaine's shoulder, sighing happily. Blaine was definitely his best friend. He liked all the boys in his group, liked being friends with all of them, but he and Blaine had a special connection. They could know what each other wanted without words, and just like his daddy had said the night before, Blaine made Kurt's heart feel all fuzzy and happy and his tummy feel all twisty.

When Burt and Elizabeth came to pick Kurt up that afternoon, he ran to them, giving them each a great big hug. "Hi!" he said excitedly, hopping up and down on his toes. "Hi, Mommy! Hi, Daddy!"

"Hi, kid," Burt greeted. "How was your day?" He squatted down to be at his son's level.

"Good! Wook wha—"

He was cut off in the middle by Blaine's arms wrapping tightly around him. The other little boy squeezed him tightly, cuddling his head into Kurt's neck for a moment again. "Bye-bye, Kurt. See you yater…" Then, he let go, surprising them all by giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before running back to the table where he'd been coloring with Elliot.

"Who was that?" Elizabeth asked, giving Burt a knowing look. They knew very well who Blaine was, and they loved how much Kurt adored the other boy.

Kurt just stared after Blaine for a moment, feeling his heart getting happy all over again. "Dat's jus' my bestest fwiend, Bwainers," he explained, finally turning back to them. "He makes my heart fuzzy and happy, Daddy, jus' yike Mommy does yours."

"Does he?" Burt asked softly.

Nodding, Kurt pulled the moo out of his pocket. "Wook at dis moo he dwawed for me." He pointed to each picture on the front, explaining what it was. Then, he flipped the paper over to show them Blaine's note. "It says, 'Wuv my Kurt.'"

"That's pretty special, kid," Burt said. "We'll have to put it in your little box of special things when we get home, won't we?"

Kurt grinned. "Uh-huh!"

"Want me to carry it for you?"

"No. I wan' it in here." He patted his pocket, happy when his daddy slipped it back in for him. Then, he took each of his parents' hands and walked with them out of daycare, glancing back over his shoulder to see Blaine waving goodbye to him, a wide smile on his face. "Bye-bye," he whispered after him.

Burt and Carole met in front of the car for a moment after buckling their boy into his car seat. "Our little sugar bear has found the love of his life, hasn't he?" Elizabeth asked. "At only four years old."

Nodding, Burt answered, "Yeah. If he's anything like his daddy, he's never gonna let that Blaine kid go."

Elizabeth grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to her husband's lips. "Let's hope he's just like my big sugar bear and holds on tight. Love is such a precious thing."

"It is," Burt agreed. "Just like him. And just like you."