A/N: So let me fill you in. To celebrate 365 chapters of Klaine, we've included 15 stereotypes. Mpreg, Childhood!Klaine, Dalton!Klaine, Independent!Klaine, AU!Klaine, Anderberry!Klaine, Death!Klaine (kind of), Intervening!Klaine, Kinky!Klaine, McKinley!Klaine, Dark!Klaine, Daddy!Klaine, New York!Klaine, Teenage!Klaine and Domestic!Klaine. It's been fun.

Childhood!Klaine

Rating: G

When you're eight and three quarters, everything is big.

People…desks…cars…

Everything.

And when you're eight and three quarters, it's easy to get lost.

Really easy.

Kurt, with his wide glasz eyes and trembling chin, walked around looking for his parents – at what happened to be the biggest theme park Kurt had ever seen.

He was too scared to ask for help, but he couldn't just stay where he was. He was big now, and despite the fact that his mommy always reminded him to stay where he was if he got lost, he had thought he could manage.

Obviously, he thought wrong.

He chewed his lower lip as he stepped into a wide path, where lots of people were milling around.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder and with a small squawk of surprise, Kurt was dragged into the shade of a statue.

"Hey kid!"

The one who had grabbed him was a short boy with a mop of curly hair and bright eyes.

"Are you lost too?" he asked, beaming at Kurt.

Kurt just nodded, stunned into silence.

"My name's Blaine! I'm here with my brother Cooper. He was supposed to wait for me while I went on one of the rides, but he went somewhere and now I'm trying to find him. What's your name?" The boy – Blaine- said all in one breath.

"Kurt. Kurt Hummel. I'm eight and three quarters and I lost my mom and dad." Kurt said, biting his lip as he tried not to cry.

"Hey…Don't cry…." Blaine said worriedly. "Look, we'll be okay! I get lost all the time, and my parents or Cooper always find me sooner or later."

Kurt nodded, sniffling.

"But what if they go home without us?"

"Here." Blaine said gently, holding his hand out. "Come on, let's go look for them together."

Kurt nodded, taking his hand, and the two little boys walked around the park together.

They walked down aisles – colourful displays of everything and anything.

Finally, someone grabbed Blaine's shoulder.

"Blaine, god." A boy – about ten years older than Blaine, was looking like he wanted to cry. "I thought I'd lost you!" he wrinkled his nose, blinking rapidly. "Why'd you walk off?"

"I didn't! Honest!" Blaine cried, smiling up at his brother. He turned to Kurt happily. "This is my brother, Cooper."

Cooper glanced at Kurt. "Who's the kid?"

"Kurt." Blaine grinned. "He's eight and three quarters, and he's lost too." He paused. "I mean, not too. Because I'm not lost anymore, but-"

"Okay, okay, hush, little bro. Let's see if we can help Kurt find his owners."

Kurt faltered, hiding slightly behind Blaine as he carefully eyed the newcomer.

"Where'd you see them last?" Cooper asked, leaning down to his level

"Near...the hot dog stand?" Kurt answered frowning slightly.

Cooper straightened up as he glanced around, spotting at least three different hot dog stands and rolled his eyes.

"Okay kid, do you remember which one?" he asked, slightly impatient.

Kurt shook his head as he bit his lip, suddenly on the verge of tears again.

"Woah, no crying. I'm not equipped to deal with tears." Cooper said hurriedly. Blaine offered Kurt his hand again, and Kurt took it gratefully, wiping at his eyes.

Cooper took Blaine's other hand and grinned at them both.

"Come on. Let's go see if we can find them."

With Cooper holding Blaine's hand securely – there was no way he was going to risk losing him again – and Blaine holding onto Kurt almost as tightly, the three made their way through the theme park, wandering up and down different aisles and alleyways, past rides, and different stalls, and thousands of people.

They finally found Kurt's parents, almost two hours after Blaine had first met Kurt.

"MOM!" Kurt had cried, tearing himself free of Blaine and racing over to his parents, throwing himself into his mother's arms. Blaine and Cooper followed him through the crowd, a little slower.

"Thank god we found you." Elizabeth Hummel cried, her face pale as she knelt to hug her son closer to her. Her eyes lifted to Cooper, smiling widely and offering him a thank you.

He smiled, putting his hands up, urging her to stay put. He was eighteen, and parents were still scary.

But she did stay, and Cooper glanced down at where Blaine was looking at the ground dejectedly.

"Hey, B..." Cooper muttered, pulling a piece of paper from his bag and quickly scribbling a number down on it. "Give this to your friend. Tell him to get his mom to call us and we'll find a time for you to hang."

Blaine's eyes lit up, and he raced up to Kurt just as his parents started to draw him away – after being practically smothered by his worried father.

Blaine tapped Kurt politely on the shoulder, holding out the paper.

"Coop said to give your mommy this, so we can play." he beamed up at Kurt's mom before hugging Kurt briefly and returning to his brother.

Blaine clutched at Cooper's hand, grinning up at him.

"Thanks Coop."

A/N: And then Claire had to go and tell me that Elizabeth never called Cooper because she died before they could set up a play date. Way to ruin the mood Claire. Way. To. Go.