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If anybody loved younglings, it was Bluestreak. He adored them. He adored them to such a point that other bots began to worry. Bluestreak would have had "Five hundred!" younglings, but he had never found the right mech or femme yet, so he had settled with adopting younglings who needed him as much as he needed them.

Bluestreak smiled at Prowl as he gathered his stuff for the youngling day center. This would be Prowl's first time going, and it worried Bluestreak.

Smokescreen's first day was intense to say the least. He had started an underground gambling community among the other younglings, and was threating to shatter some of the younglings knee joints if they didn't get him the credits they owed. He was almost kicked out, and if it wasn't for Bluestreak working at the center, and explaining why he was like that, he would have been.

Bluestreak worked with the older younglings. He worked with the younglings that were about to start going to the youngling education center. He worked on starting them off, and teaching them the little things, like how to read easy glyphs, and extremely simple math problems.

Prowl would be learning shapes, colors, and different animals; While also getting his fill of fun, and socialization.

Prowl tapped Bluestreak's leg. "Hungry."

Bluestreak smiled. "Right." He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a small cube of low grade. "Here you go!"

Prowl nodded. "Thanks." He walked up to the table, and climbed into his chair, and began sipping on his energon.

Bluestreak grabbed his own cube of energon, and began drinking. His smile never leaving his lip components. "Are you excited, Prowl?"

Prowl shrugged.

"Nervous?"

Prowl shrugged again.

"I bet you'll make lots of friends, and you'll be able to have sleepovers, and play dates!"

"Friends?" Prowl looked up to Bluestreak with curiosity.

Bluestreak nodded. "Yeah. Other bots that you play with a lot, and get emotionally close to."

Prowl shrugged.

Bluestreak giggled as Prowl emptied his cube, much like an adult would after they realized they were late for something important. "Done."

Bluestreak nodded. "Okay." He chugged the rest of his energon as Prowl grabbed his little back pack. "What did you pack in there?"

"Data pads."

Bluestreak giggled at his adorable youngling. "You really like them, huh?"

"Yes." Prowl answered as he stood in front of the door, waiting on Bluestreak to open it, and let him out.

Bluestreak typed in the code, and the door rushed open. Prowl walked out of the unit, and stood in the hallway waiting on Bluestreak to lock the unit, and set the alarm, which he did promptly. "Do you want to walk today, Prowl, or can I carry you?"

Prowl raised his arm up the air. Bluestreak smiled as he scooped him up. "I love you, Prowl."

Prowl stared at Bluestreak.

Bluestreak frowned. "Do you love me?"

Prowl remained silent.

"Prowl?"

"Don't know."

"You don't know?" Bluestreak would have felt offended if Prowl hadn't of had the most adorable confused look on his face.

"What love?"

Bluestreak was surprised by the question. "Well, you love data pads."

Prowl seemed to think about it for a while. Bluestreak stayed quiet while he walked down the road, and through the huge crowd of bots. It wasn't until they were outside the youngling care center that Prowl said anything.

Prowl hugged Bluestreak's neck. "Love Gray too."

Bluestreak smiled. "I love Prowl!" He giggled as he entered the day center.

"Bluestreak!"

Bluestreak smiled at the blue femme behind the front desk. "Hey Seabreeze."

"Is that your new youngling I've been hearing about?"

Bluestreak carried Prowl over to the femme. "It is. Prowl this is Seabreeze."

The femme giggled. "Hi Prowl! You're so cute!"

"Thanks."

The femme giggled even more. "Do you know what room he's in?"

"He's with Serenade."

"She just brought her youngling in too. You should see him, He looks like a miniaturized Kaymin."

Bluestreak smiled at that. Kaymin was Serenade's bonded. The two argued a lot, but there was no better match for one another. "I'll have to meet him."

"See ya later, Blue!"

"Gray." Prowl corrected.

Seabreeze seemed surprised. "What?"

"Gray."

Bluestreak laughed. "I'll explain later. Bye!"

Bluestreak carried Prowl through the lobby, and into one of the hallways. He stopped in front of a door covered in musical notes. "This is Serenades room. She'll take care of you until I come pick you up. You'll meet a bunch of other younglings, and you'll definitely make some friends."

"Friends." Prowl answered.

Bluestreak smiled as he sat him down, and opened the door. A black femme chased a green youngling right up to the door, and pulled him off the ground. "Caught ya! No escapin' now!"

Prowl stared up at her as she held the laughing youngling. "Hey Bluestreak. This must be Prowl. Come in! There are a bunch of desks. Just choose one, and sit down."

Bluestreak gave Prowl a little nudge forward. "I'll be back after the day is over, alright? We have to go see Ratchet later." Prowl nodded even though he didn't really know who Ratchet was. "I love you, Prowl!"

"Love Gray."

Bluestreak smiled. "That makes me happy. Goodbye."

"Bye." Prowl waved.

Bluestreak sat at his desk propping his helm up with his hand. He let out dreamy sigh as the older younglings around him worked on their assignments. "Somebody seems happy."

Bluestreak smiled at the black and white mech that stood in front of him. A blue visor covered his optics. That was Kaymin. He helped teach with Bluestreak. "Prowl started classes today."

Kaymin smiled. "Know the feeling, mech. My little clone started today as well. He literally climbed the walls to wake us up this morning."

Bluestreak laughed. "He sounds adorable. I was late this morning so I didn't get to meet him."

"That's too bad. He was ready to get his socialization on!" Kaymin laughed. "Of course Serenade was ready to strangle him."

Bluestreak smiled as a youngling walked up to them. "Can you check this? I don't think I'm doing it right."

Kaymin grabbed the data pad from the small mech. "I'll check it. Blue, doesn't know what he's doing most of the time."

"Hey!" Bluestreak grabbed the data pad from Kaymin. "I know more than you on a bad orn!"

Kaymin smirked as he grabbed the data pad back. "But I have the cuter youngling!"

The youngling in front of them giggled. "I want Blue to check it!"

Bluestreak took the data pad back, and stuck out his glossa. "Take that!"

Prowl stared at the younglings around him. All of them about the same age as him, if not older. They giggled as they talked and got to know each other. One youngling in particular seemed to be doing the most talking. A black and white mech with a blue visor, and audio horns. He was telling a story, and making wild gestures as he created the tall tale.

Prowl wasn't interested. He took off his backpack, and pulled out a data pad and a stylus. He got up, and walked over to the teacher, Serenade.

"Hi, Prowl! What can I do for you?" She sent a smile to him, which he replied with a stoic look.

"Sign." Prowl offered the data pad to the teacher, who took it with an interested face.

"Alright." She smiled as she wrote her name on the data pad. "You've collected quite the collection."

"Gray's."

Serenade smiled. "I see." She gave the data pad back to Prowl. "Have you made any friends yet?"

Prowl shook his helm before walking back to his chair, and saved Serenade's signature with the other two he had. He then took the data pad, and stuck it back in his backpack.

Prowl didn't talk to the other younglings, he didn't play with them, or really interact with them. Serenade kept an optic on him, but all he did was sit in his chair, and wave his pedes back and forth.

Bluestreak waved as the last youngling was picked up. He turned to Kaymin, and smiled. "They like me better."

Kaymin laughed. "Yeah, sure. We'll believe tha-" Kaymin stopped halfway through his sentence. "What are you doing here?"

Bluestreak turned around, and smiled at the cute youngling in front of him. "That one is definitely yours."

"Bored!" The youngling walked up to Bluestreak and smiled. "Hey."

"Hello!"

"Jazz." Jazz nodded his helm before running off.

Bluestreak smiled. "I'm Bluestreak."

"You're supposed to be with your carrier." Kaymin crossed his servos.

"Nope." Jazz answered as he sprawled out on the ground. "Don't wanna."

"What do you mean you don't want to?"

"Boring."

Kaymin angled his head up to the ceiling. "Primus give me the strength to not throw this youngling off a cliff."

Bluestreak laughed. "I'm headed for Serenade's room if you want me to take him back."

"No, it's okay. I'll keep him. You have stuff to do. Get out of here."

Bluestreak smiled. "Alright. Bye Kaymin. Goodbye Jazz."

"See ya." Jazz answered as he somersaulted across the floor.

"Will you stop that? You're going to roll right int-" The youngling hit one of the desks causing it to fall over, and take three more with it. Kaymin took a deep breath as Jazz stood up and laughed.

Bluestreak smiled as he left the room. "Poor Kaymin."

Prowl watched the door open and a smiling Bluestreak walk in. "You lost a youngling."

"Didn't lose him." Serenade smiled. "Sent him away."

Bluestreak laughed. "Hi Prowl!" Prowl grabbed his backpack and walked up to Bluestreak. "Did you make any friends?" Prowl shook his helm. Bluestreak sent a reassuring smile. "That's okay. You'll make some tomorrow."

"Blue, I actually need to talk to you about something."

"Gray." Prowl mumbled.

Bluestreak smiled at Prowl. "Prowl, can you go and show me your data pad. I'm sure you got more signatures today. I'll meet you at your desk. Okay?"

Prowl nodded.

Serenade frowned as Prowl sat down at his desk. She lowered her voice. "He didn't even try to talk to the others, Blue."

Bluestreak frowned. "Yeah, I was worried about that."

"He sat at his desk, and swung his legs. That's all he did. He didn't try to play with anything or body, he got up once to ask me to sign his data pad."

"He doesn't really like to talk, or anything else." Bluestreak sighed. "He likes his data pads though. He really likes them."

Serenade smiled. "Yeah, but data pads aren't going to help him out, Blue."

"I know."

Serenade gave Bluestreak a pat on his back. "At least it didn't turn out like Smokescreen."

Bluestreak laughed. "That mech was something." He smiled as he walked up to Prowl. Prowl had his data pad sitting in front of him as he calmly stared ahead of him. "Can I see?"

Prowl turned to Bluestreak, and nodded. He picked his data pad up, and passed it to Bluestreak. "Careful."

Bluestreak smiled. "Wow! You got serenade's signature. I can hardly get her to sign anything."

"Oh HA HA, Bluestreak!"

Bluestreak snickered. "Come on. We gotta go see, Ratchet. He might beat me again if we're late."

Serenade frowned as Bluestreak left the room. "Beat him again?"

Serenade ran down the hall trying to get to her bonded with the juicy information she just got. She slid down the hall, and right into her bonded's class room. "Jazz, stop it! Get down from there right now!"

Jazz hung from the top of one of the bookshelves. "Kaymin, forget about him! I think Bluestreak is dating somebody, but they're beating him!"

Kaymin gave Serenade, a skeptic look. "Bluestreak? In an abusive relationship?"

"I'm serious he told his youngling that they had to go see Ratchet and if they were late again, that Ratchet would probably beat him again!"

Kaymin frowned. "He did come in one day complaining about his helm hurting from a dent he got. You don't think…?"

"I do."

Kaymin sighed. "Poor Blue. What are we going to do?"

"What any good friend should. We're going to drop subtle hints that we know, and give him the support he needs to break it off!"

Kaymin snorted. "Sure. You're going to do that for five seconds, and then you're going to frag it up."

"I will not!"

"Will too!"

Jazz jumped off the bookshelf, and landed on Kaymin's back. "Jazz!"