Kid!Klaine! Um, well, not that 'kid'. They're young teens (13? 14?) and Kurt confesses something to Blaine.
So Am I
Kurt made Blaine sit on the bed before sitting himself, farther away than he usually would. He was avoiding Blaine's eyes, but Blaine didn't ask why. He knew he will be told, eventually. So he sat, and waited.
Kurt's heart was already pounding faster. His legs were going numb for no reason at all. He was wringing his hands, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, brushing away invisible lint from his pants.
"Blaine," he said, not looking up. His heart was stuttering- god, this was really not good for his health. He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself and failing. "We're best friends, right? Always, right?"
"Uh, yeah, of course."
Don't make it a big deal and it won't be. Just tell him.
"And you'll never hate me, right?" he asked in a fearful tone, trying to gain time.
"What, Kurt, never! Why would you even think that?"
Kurt swallowed hard. "Um. I'm… I'm…" He lifted his gaze, and was hit with the earnest hazel of Blaine's eyes, tearing right through him. "I'm gay," he spat out.
Blaine's face shifted so fast from worry to surprise that Kurt was left dizzy. (Or maybe that was just because of his heart's incredibly fast thumping.)
Without a second of thought, without fully processing what Kurt's just said, Blaine replied with, "So am I."
Kurt's expression turned so hurt, and Blaine didn't realize what the hell he'd done. "You're just laughing at me! I thought we were friends! I trusted you! I trusted you enough to tell you and you laugh at me!" he yelled, and got up from the bed, making its springs creak angrily.
Blaine got up as well, taking Kurt's hand in his. Kurt tried to pull it away, but he held it tight. "I am," he said, looking right into Kurt's eyes. "Why do you think my dad hates me so much? Why do you think my mom is so ashamed of me?"
Kurt's anger died away in an instant. "I didn't know they… do they really?" he whispered, really ashamed of bursting out on Blaine like that. "I'm so sorry."
Blaine shrugged. "It's just how it is."
"How did you… find out? That you're gay, I mean?" Slowly, he sat back down. Blaine followed suit.
"I don't know. I just suddenly realized it, you know? I somehow realized that 'hey, that girl in the magazine isn't that gorgeous like Mike and Sam raved about. The guy next to her is actually way hotter."
Kurt nodded. It was like a fresh breath of air- someone who understands. Finally. "Yeah, I get what you mean."
It was quiet for a moment; Blaine smiled hesitantly, squeezing Kurt's hand. "It's kind of a relief that you know."
"It's kind of a relief that you know."
Blaine dared to chuckle. Kurt smiled. There was another short silence, and then Blaine asked, "What do we do now?"
Kurt scrunched up his nose. "Homework, or Mr. Johnson kills us both."
"That's not very exciting."
"Nope, but we could go get ice cream later," he suggested hopefully.
"Ice cream!" Blaine let go of Kurt's hand to fist-bump the air.
Kurt giggled and rolled his eyes.