AN: I promised myself I'd write all my fics on rotation, so that everyone got updates around the same time. But this fic actually won't leave my brain, so I'm writing chapter one of this one before going back to work on the others. But I really had to properly start this.

BTW: I mentioned that this was basically Seb as Finnick Odair, correct? I feel like I did.

Disclaimer: I don't own glee

Warnings: Angst. Character Death.

Chapter One

Kurt remembers the year he turned six as the year that he became someone new. He remembers being frightened, and being pushed into small places while his mommy and daddy left for the night. He remembers the Peace Keepers that came in the middle of the night to search his home, and handled him like he wasn't breakable, wasn't a small boy. He remembers the anger, and the threats, when nothing was found. He remembers his mother blocking his ears, in an ineffectual attempt to block out the things the officer is screaming. He remembers his father grabbing him away from Elizabeth, and handing him his velveteen rabbit as he puts him in the bedroom and locks the door. Kurt remembers the terror of hearing the lock click, knowing that if he screams no one will hear him, that for some reason mommy and daddy keep sending him away. He remembers the relief when the door is unlocked to reveal his parents, and the horror of the blood and bruises each of them sports. He remembers thinking it is over.

He remembers the anguish of finding out it was not. He remembers Elizabeth holding him to her chest, a string of apologies coming out of her mouth, telling him that what they are doing is bigger than just them, that what they are fighting for is worth it. Telling him that if it was just the three of them, she would bear it. Then he remembers that both his father and his mother gave him big hugs, hugs they wouldn't let him go from, before he no longer felt that warmth and safety of his parents, his world. All he had to clutch was the velveteen rabbit, and even that was not enough.

He remembers the men that came in to take him away, the mumbled voices of plotting while he stayed in a room, worrying the rabbit's cloth with his little tiny hands. He remembers being put on the big, scary train, and rocking back and forth on the window seat, clutching his rabbit to his chest, watching everything he had ever known shoot past like a bullet, before he saw the ocean. It was sparkling, and green and blue at the same time, and Kurt felt less than hopeless for the first time in forever.

He remembers being deposited to a happy and sympathetic woman, who makes sure he has plenty of pancakes, and anything he can remember to explain from his favorite foods that his mother made. He remembers learning that her name was Carole, and that the boy that runs around and asks stupid questions is named Finn. But the happiest thing he remembers from being six is his two best friends. He remembers walking into the room on the first day, and a curly haired boy bouncing up to him, introducing himself as Blaine Anderson. Blaine tells him that he's a year ahead in school, and that he can help Kurt catch up if he wants. Kurt tries to shut him out like he has with everyone else, assuming that Blaine will allow Kurt space, like everyone else. He remembers the absolute shock he receives when Blaine then decides to continue to pester him. He remembers thinking that Blaine can pull him out of this abyss. Maybe Blaine can make him feel, make him better. He continues to talk and blabber while handling everything for Kurt, making other people go away, and giving Kurt his juice box. Then Kurt remembers the hand that snatches away the juice box, and the sneer that accompanies it. "You don't have to get his juice box for him, Anderson. He's a big boy, he can get things for himself."

Blaine looks hurt. "I didn't mean- Sebastian, I was just being nice." He looks anxiously at the pretty boy next to him, hoping that he doesn't see him further retreat into his shell. Instead, what he sees frightens him a bit: Kurt's dead blue eyes are starting to spark.

"Did you hear him ask for his juice box, Blainey, or did you just assume that he would want your scraps?"

"It wasn't like that at all!" Blaine exclaimed, angrily trying to take back his box, hoping that Kurt wasn't buying Sebastian's lie.

Kurt looked straight at Sebastian, the first time he had made direct eye contact all day. He remembers realizing that he can pull himself out of the hole, if someone tells him he can't. "Can I have the juice box back, please? I really wanted the juice."

Blaine crowed in victory, Kurt was his, and Sebastian would back off.

"You can have it if you let me sit with you." Kurt tilted his head consideringly, before nodding his head towards the other side of him.

"But you have to be nice. You can't take my sandwich. Carole cut off the corners just for me."

"But! But Kurt is my new friend!" Blaine whined petulantly.

Kurt looked bewildered. "I thought I could have more than one friend."

"You can. Trust me. I'm almost eight, I would know." Sebastian replied, shooting Blaine a look of pure hatred.

AN: Yeah, I know, still a pretty short one. I decided to give you some kidfic fluff so that you can look back to when the outcome looked better. There's gonna be more of them growing up before the other stuff hits. Please review! Opinions, comments, dislikes, hit that button and tell me so!