Kid!Klaine- sad again. I apologize, I'm just… human, lately. And human feelings tend to mess you up a bit. And sometimes being a human is hard and you want to be a cat.

Anyway- in this AU, they've not met before yet, Kurt's mom already passed, they live close to each other, and they're about the same age (the reason to Kurt's over-maturity is his mother's passing).

Sidewalk

Kurt was sitting on the sidewalk like a homeless kid. It was stupid because he had a home. His home was right behind him, with a dad in it and a warm meal waiting for him.

He was a lucky boy, really.

And he was selfishly sitting on the sidewalk and crying because of two kids. Just two kids. He didn't even have anything to cry about.

"Excuse me?"

He jumped, and let out a loud sob. Looking up, terrified, he saw a frightened boy, seemingly his age; he didn't seem like he was about to hit Kurt, so Kurt breathed in and tried to wipe his face with the backs of his hands.

"Are you okay?" the boy asked. "Why are you sitting here? Are you homeless?" he asked in a gentle voice, his expression worried.

Kurt shook his head, sniffing. "No, this is my home," he pointed at his house.

"Oh. Are you locked out?" the boy asked, sitting down beside him.

"No, my dad is home."

"Then why are you sitting here?"

Kurt looked over at him. He had really nice eyes from up close. His thick, black hair was gelled back. His shirt was cute, bright red with a sweater vest on top of it. He was fiddling with his hands a little.

"Why would I want to tell you?"

The boy seemed hurt. "Why not?"

"This is ridiculous. I don't even know your name!" Kurt insisted.

"My name is Blaine," he said a lifted his hand for Kurt to shake. Kurt delicately shook it, and then pulled his hand away and hugged his knees.

"I'm Kurt."

"Is something wrong, Kurt?" Blaine asked again.

Kurt put his head on his knees. "Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it? My mom always says it's good to talk to someone if you're feeling sad," Blaine explained.

He sighed. "Two kids from my school pushed me, and I feel and scraped my knee." Kurt gestured at the small bloodstain on his pants. "It doesn't hurt a lot, but they said mean things and it made me sad."

Blaine put a hand on Kurt's back, and Kurt jerked almost involuntarily- Blaine pulled back his hand, and bit his lip. Kurt was still looking at the edge of the sidewalk from between his knees. When Blaine tried again, slower this time, Kurt let him place his hand on his shoulder.

"Doesn't you dad know these kids hurt you? Maybe he can talk to their parents."

Kurt sniffed. "I don't want him to worry."

The slamming of a front door informed Kurt he failed at not making his dad worry. "Kurt?" called a loud, panicked voice, followed by quick thumpsof running.

He stood up quickly, trying not to wince at the pain in his knee. "Hi, dad."

Blaine stood up next to him, straightening his pants as he did.

"Hey, bud, who's your friend?" Burt rubbed his arm; he was worried, and Kurt could see it in the wrinkles on his forehead.

"I'm Blaine," he said. "I saw Kurt sitting here all by himself and he looked sad, so I asked him why he was sad."

Burt smiled at him, but Kurt noticed something wasn't right about his smile. "That was very nice of you." He looked back at Kurt, lifting his chin up with a gentle finger. "Are you sad, buddy?"

Kurt nodded.

Burt didn't ask. Kurt knew he didn't have to. He just hugged Kurt tight, stroking his back soothingly.

Hesitantly, Blaine edged closer to Kurt. When Burt noticed and glanced at him, he got a more certain look on his face, and stepped up to hug Kurt.

Kurt, surprised, looked at him wide-eyed, and then smiled through his tears.