They settled into an odd sort of rhythm. Brittany would come over and he would share his dress up costumes with her. She would sit and listen while his mom taught him piano - sometimes twirling when the music flowed long enough to inspire her to move. Brittany had asked Mrs. Hummel if she'd mind teaching her how to play piano too and then maybe she could help Kurt with some other dancing and that would be a good trade - right? Her parents had been talking about trading stuff so that sounded like it made sense to her. So Brittany started sharing the things she was learning in her other dance class with Kurt. He only took ballet but she took a little bit of everything because she just liked to dance that much.
Brittany really liked Mrs. Hummel who insisted that Britt call her Aunt Lizzie. It was nice, it was like bonus family. Kurt would sometimes come over and they would play with her dolls and those things. They'd dance around her room and make up stories together and it was really nice. However, she liked going over to Kurty's house better. She loved her baby sister, but the crying sometimes started to get to her. There were no babies crying at Kurty's house. Plus, Aunt Lizzie almost always had cookies and she even allowed Kurt and Brittany to help her make them.
Currently, Brittany was dressed in a cute blue skirt with white tights and a white shirt that had blue flowers on it. Her hair was done up in pigtails and she had her new little stuffed animal - a little unicorn, tucked up under her arm. Horny was mostly white but had blue streaks in his hair and his horn was mostly white but it shined silver and blue and gold and pink - it was amazing. It was time for piano lessons and Kurty time at the Hummel house so Brittany bounced through the new gate that had been put in the backyard so the kids could go back and forth without having to go into a neighbor's yard or around the streets.
She bounced up onto the back porch, twirling so her skirt whirled out around her, giggling as it did. She then knocked on the backdoor. Aunt Lizzie greeted her with a smile and a gentle hug and led her to the piano where Kurt was just finishing up his lesson for the day. They might only be four years old but he already played pretty good. Brittany was still having trouble with the scales but Kurt could even play songs. Twinkle Twinkle and Itsy Bitsy Spider which to her seemed really impressive.
While she sat beside Aunt Lizzie, Kurt sat on a stool next to them humming the scales as Brittany played them. He was also reading Horton Hears a Who. He was still working on getting better at reading but Dr. Seuss books were more fun to read. They had a rhythm - like music and it made it more fun. His mother said that he was already doing very well at reading he was even grasping bigger words. He felt that it helped that his mother had never really done the whole baby talk thing. She'd always spoken to him as she would speak to another adult. Whenever he didn't understand something she would always explain it to him and he liked that. He never felt silly and she always made him feel like he could come to her with anything.
He read along to the rhythm of the scales Brittany was playing on the piano. She was getting better and better every time she came over. Her fingertips were almost as nimble as her feet. Speaking of her feet, they swayed in time to the scales Britt was playing as well. It was kind of funny. Kurt's mother was smiling, she'd never seen another kid take to music almost as quickly as Kurt had. It always pleased her when children found joy in things like music and art.
In Elizabeth Hummel's opinion, Brittany was a very special child. She had such a vivid imagination and while some might dismiss her odd way of talking as flighty, Elizabeth found it enchanting. Brittany had no concept that anything she said might sound strange. Her manner of speaking was completely honest and carefree. She never seemed to worry about being judged for what she said. There was magic in the whimsical way Brittany seemed to see the world and that she shared this whimsy so freely was something that Elizabeth thought should be fostered.
She had noticed that while her son was still very well spoken for a boy of four, he was starting to allow his own inner creativity to come out more and more with Brittany's influence. They had known the girl in passing from dance classes but aside from getting to see the effusive joy she exuded when she moved to any music, they hadn't really interacted with her. Elizabeth felt badly about that now, she seemed so sweet and it was a shame that they had never made the effort to get to know her sooner. Kurt said hi to her at dance class but that was usually the extent of it. Perhaps they'd had maybe two entire conversations since Kurt started there. Kurt however had always watched the way the little girl danced and she often found Kurt in his room later those days trying to mimic what he'd seen the little girl do.
That they were now friends was something that Elizabeth felt very happy about. Kurt seemed to understand that Brittany's whimsy was special and he listened to every odd little story with rapt attention. In turn, Brittany listened to Kurt go on about fashion and all of the other things that interested him. She allowed him to go through her closet at her place and was excited to play dress up and show off whatever he put together. She was also starting to pick up some of the bigger words that she heard Kurt using. Elizabeth was certain that Brittany was a very intelligent little girl, those blue eyes seemed to pick up everything. More than awareness, the girl was also highly intelligent in the emotional sense.
Elizabeth loved her son dearly but she knew that Kurt could sometimes be rather intractable. He already had firm ideas on things and could be difficult when he was of a mind to be. However, Kurt was also a sensitive little boy though he tried to hide it and Brittany seemed to know just when to back off and when to ignore Kurt all together and she would hug him and he would tense at first before relaxing and returning the hug. She didn't seem to mind that other kids their age didn't know what to make of Kurt who admittedly acted like a mini adult at times. She ignored them and kept right on with the friendship they'd developed.
Kurt had always been just a little aloof from other children. He wasn't really interested in playing in the dirt or doing any of the games that other little boys seemed to be into. He liked tea parties and pretend and dress up and he liked to put together little plays. Brittany was delighted to join him - singing and whatever else he came up with. It was so refreshing to know that her son had finally found another child that understood him. Which was another reason that Elizabeth took such an interest in the first real friend Kurt had made. The piano lesson however was over for now and Elizabeth released Brittany so she and Kurt could go play.
Kurt led Brittany to his room. He moved over to the little bookshelf and carefully put his book away. His room was almost fastidiously neat. He didn't like disorder, all his things had their place and he liked them just so. Brittany's room was as whimsical as she was but that was fine for her. He moved over to his little music player that his mother had set up for him so that he could have his music to practice to. "I thought we might go through some of the combinations from dance class if that's okay?" Kurt asked.
Brittany lit up. "Oh yes, I like dancing and even if this isn't the best for all of it we can definitely do some of it," she agreed.
"I just... I had some ideas and I don't think I can show them in class but I wanted to show them to you if you don't mind," Kurt explained.
"You have ideas for dance? I can't wait to see it Kurty. You do move really well you know. You don't think so and I know you don't believe me when I say it but you do. If you keep that shaking your head stuff up I might have to get San to help me convince you," Brittany warned gently.
"San?"
"Santana Lopez, she's my bestest girl friend." Brittany explained.
Kurt's eyes went wide. "You're friends with her? Even third graders are afraid of her," he said in a cautious whisper. Santana was not in his pre-school class and there was a part of him that was grateful of that after he'd heard some things about her.
"She's really not bad. She just doesn't like it when people say mean things to her friends. But instead of just crying about it... she does things to get them to stop. She even got weirdo Jacob to leave me alone," Brittany said with a grin.
Kurt blinked in awe of that. No one could make Jacob Ben Israel do anything... "If she can do that I think I want to know her," he marvelled.
"She wants to meet you. I told her all about you. But we'll talk more about San later. Dance now please," Brittany giggled. Kurt obliged her, putting on the music and attempting to show her the ideas he'd had as best as he could. He was however not a true choreographer.
Brittany watched him and she could see what he was trying to do. She knew she was little but already her mind was putting together the shapes and forms of people dancing. She saw the way movement was and she thought she had an idea of what it should be. She just loved dancing so much and so that was easy for her. She furrowed her brow as she followed along and the words of their dance teacher, Miss Suzanne was almost like a voice over in her head as she watched Kurt change the choreography they'd been taught.
"That's pretty good Kurty... but I think you missed a step or two because it doesn't look finished yet," she observed.
Kurt frowned. "I know, I feel that way too but I don't know how to fix it," he sighed.
"Well let's go through it and maybe together we can fix it," she offered as she moved beside him so she could move with him.
He nodded and they spent almost the rest of play time working it out only stopping when Elizabeth called them down for a snack. Both children bounced down the steps, nearly buoyant with the energy that came from almost working out the choreography they'd been working out.