Title: Classroom 7
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Sam Evans, Blaine Anderson, Mercedes Jones, and the rest of the Gleeks.
Chapter Summary: Kurt shows the new kid around.
Kids' ages: 6
Inspiration: Per request.
Genre: Friendship, Humor
Warnings: Little kids being cute.
Word Count: 878
Date/Time: 062311/21:43
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize.
Author's Note: I just really wanted to do something with the little Gleeks. If you can suggest a better title please, I beg of you, let me know.
Special Thanks/Dedication: For NessySchu. She wanted 'a new little boy with brown curly hair who gets lost and goes up to a little boy with impeccable fashion sense and says, "Excuse me, I'm new here."' I hope you like it Dearie.

Blaine Anderson wandered around the halls of McKinley Elementary school with a small frown. His father had sent him off in their town car but the driver couldn't take him in because he had to pick up Mrs. Anderson from the airport. That left Blaine to try to find room Mr. Schuester's first grade class all on his own. He had tried to ask a taller boy that had run by him holding a football earlier, but he just kept going without looking back. He felt the tears starting to sting his tears and he sat down on the bottom step of the hall staircase. He rubbed his nose and begged himself not to cry. He was just about to give up when he felt a poke on his shoulder. He looked up and found a boy dressed in what he knew to Burberry shorts because his mother had gotten him the same pair for his birthday. While Blaine had hated his, this boy had them paired off with a pale blue button up shirt and a bow tie and seemed to love them.

"Hey, are you okay?" The kid asked. He brushed off the step and then sat down next to him. "What the matter?"

"I can't find my classroom," Blaine told him with a sniff. "I'm new here."

"Well, what class are you in?" The fashionable boy asked.

"Mr. Schuester's class."

The boy grinned and jumped up, taking his hand in his. "Me too. I can take you. Let's go. I'm Kurt by the way."

"Thank you," Blaine smiled, letting Kurt lead him down the hall. "My name is Blaine."

"Blaine, do you like to sing?" Kurt asked as they turned a corner.

"I love to sing," he nodded. Kurt grinned and entered classroom seven. As soon as he was inside the door, five kids ran up to. A little blond boy took his other hand and laughed. "Hiya Kurtie! Who's this?"

"This is my new friend Blaine. Blaine these are my other friends. This is Sammy," he said lifting the hand that was joined with the blonde. "That's Mercedes." A black girl with poofy pigtails stared at him for a moment before grinning. "You pass white boy."

"And Noah is the one with the mohawk." The boy frowned. "How many times do I have to tell you that my name is Puck? It's fine if you call me Noah, because you're my boy, but you can't just go around telling everyone else to call me Noah too." Blaine laughed at this and nodded. "Nice to meet you, Puck." Puck nodded. "Thank you."

A little blonde girl who had her pinkie linked with a little Latina stepped forward and tugged on Kurt's shirt. "Kurtie, is Blaine a leprechaun that lives in a rainbow?" she whispered. "No, Britt. I told you, leprechauns aren't really and even if they were, they wouldn't live in rainbows." Kurt turned to Blaine. "This is Brittany...and Santana," he added as an after thought.

He leaned forward and whispered quietly so as to not offend the blonde. "Brittany says silly things sometimes and some of the other kids call her stupid, but you better not because if you we can't be your friend and I like you so you have to be nice to her."

Blaine nodded and released the other boys hand to step forward and give the girl a hug, earning himself a glare from Santana. "Hello Brittany. Do you want to be my friend?"

"Oh! He gives hugs like you Kurtie," she laughed. "Since you married Sammy already and we caught the flowers, do you think that me and San can marry Blaine?"

"You can only be married to one person at a time," Puck told her.

"Oh, then I know. Blaine can be our mistress like Daddy has," Brittany beamed.

Blaine looked around the small circle of friend for a moment and wondered if this is what most children that didn't go to an expensive private school were like. He liked them though. They were much more friendly that the kids from his old school.

"Mr. Shue!" a little girl from across the room with a hideous puppy dog patterned skirt called and the circle turned around to find the teacher standing in the doorway.

"Hello Rachel," he nodded. "Good morning class." He spotted Blaine and squat down to his level. "And you must be Blaine. Your father called me Friday and told me that you would be joining us today. My name is Mr. Schuester, but you can just call me Mr. Shue if'd like. How are you today?"

"I'm fine, Mr. Shue," Blaine told him with a smile. Even their teacher seemed nicer than old one.

"Now, Kurt, Sam, you two have an open space at your table. Why don't you have Blaine sit with you guys."

"Yes sir!" the two boys nodded happily as Brittany pouted. "Aw, I wanted him to sit with us, San."

"Alright everybody get in your seats so that we can take roll," Mr. Shue called going up to the front of the class room as all of his students raced to their seats, knowing that the last one there would be in charge of helping cleaning up after snack time.

I love Brittany...so much. Just thought I'd put that out there. Also, I hope I'm getting their personalities right for their ages. Most of the little kids that I know are advanced for their age, and I kind of assumed that Kurt and Mercedes would be too. Probably Santana and Quinn too. Definitely not Finn and Sam. I love them but they are both kind of slow on the intake.

Love & Hugs,
LILAN