A/N: Hello dear friends here at ! I come bearing a Klaine fic very unlike what you've been used to reading from me. This is my Kid!Klaine verse, an AU that has all of our dear glee kids as toddlers with a special focus on baby Klaine. Love it? Hate it? Let me know! But I promise I haven't given up my smut either. Keep it real, kiddos.-SDD

Blaine clung tightly to his mother's well manicured hand as they passed through the shining hallways of the Godsen School for Early Education. The chalky white walls were covered in displays of classroom pride in the form of brightly painted pictures and Popsicle stick art. The linoleum floor shone under Blaine s new sneakers his mommy had bought him for the occasion. Blaine stared wide-eyed at each door they passed. He was very excited for his first day at school but also nervous. At the tender age of four, Blaine was rather small for his age and the doorways and windows loomed over him.

"Here we are dear, Ms. Emma's classroom." His mother said happily, angling Blaine towards the door. Blaine squeaked in disapproval as his mother released his hand and opened the door. The sheer decibel of noise made Blaine's skin crawl. The room was full of children his own age, laughing and screaming as they flitted about the spacious room. Speaking of the room, Blaine was enthralled with the freakish amount of toys spilling out of the baskets, tubs, buckets and shelves. There were dolls, cars, blocks, crayons, action figures, costumes and books strewn everywhere. Blaine felt like this might be heaven. Breaking from his reverie, Blaine padded over to his mother, who was over by the cubbies talking to a sweet looking young woman with soft, wavy red hair and light crinkles around the corners of her big brown eyes. She wore a blue denim apron with the schools name emblazoned across the chest over khakis and a red t-shirt.

"Blaine, this is Ms. Emma, you're going to be in her classroom." His mother chimed in, gripping Blaine's shoulder lightly. Ms. Emma knelt down to the little boy and offered a little wave.

"Hello Blaine. Are you excited to start school here at Godsen?" Blaine grinned. Ms. Emma smelled like flowers and her smile made him feel all happy inside.

"I am so excited!" Blaine yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. Ms. Emma laughed at his enthusiasm and nodded at his mother.

"Alright sweetie, I'll see you this afternoon." Blaine's mother said, smoothing down his wild, curly hair. Blaine cocked his head in confusion. Why would his mommy leave when they could play with all the toys in Ms. Emma's classroom?

"But mommy!" Blaine whined, clutching onto her arm and yanking her partly down to his level. His large brown eyes filled with tears as his mother fished her car keys out of her purse with one hand and made a motion towards the door.

"Blaine, everything's going to be fine. You are going to have so much fun with Ms. Emma today." Blaine shook his head back and forth wildly, tears falling out over his cheeks and onto his favorite blue polo shirt. Blaine's mother had her hand around the handle of the door and laughed nervously as Ms. Emma had to pry a frantic Blaine away from her arm. Scooping up the crying little boy in her arms, Ms. Emma and waved good-bye.

"Shhh-shhh, Blaine, it's alright, sweet boy. You are going to have so much fun today. We're going to read a story and have animal crackers for snack and paint with leaves. Doesn't that sound like fun?" The woman cooed as little Blaine began to rub away the tears.

"I like animal crackers." He said quietly. Ms. Emma beamed at him and he felt all warm again so he smiled back.

"There is that smile. Now Ms. Emma is going to go pick out a book for circle time. Why don't you go play over in the car center with Finn and Sam?" She motioned over to two boys surrounded by a pile of cars and roads made of blocks. The one boy had shaggy blonde hair and was frowning in concentration as he stacked blocks into a tower for his car to smash into while the other boy was standing on his tiptoes next to the tower and boasting that his friend could never make a tower as tall as he was. Blaine wrinkled his nose. He didn't really like cars anyway and shook his head.

"No cars? Hmm, well what about the house center with Kurt and Mercedes?" Blaine glanced over her outstretched hand to the house center. Sitting at a small table piled high with tea cups and fake tea cakes was a little black girl with huge puffy pigtails in purple overalls and a pale little boy with rosy cheeks and a huge grin on his face. He was wearing brown sneakers with brown corduroy pants tucked into a short sleeved dark green button up shirt. He also wore a brown bowtie with green polka-dots and had the softest looking hair and the most perfect blue eyes that Blaine had ever seen. Ms. Emma patted his shoulder and walked over to put his name on his cubby. Blaine continued to watch the group from a distance.

The two children had their small hands wrapped around tea cups and simultaneously rolled their eyes when another little girl ran up to join them. The little girl was short with dark black hair and a long, pointed nose. She was wearing a short red dress with a cat in a basket on the front and talking so loudly, Blaine could hear everything she was saying from all the way across the room.

"Kurt! Cedes! I wrote a new song last night at home and it's the bestest song ever! My Daddies told me so and I know you will love it!" She shrieked, throwing her hands down against the table. Kurt raised an eyebrow at her.

"The bestest song ever, Rachel? You say that every time! Besides, everyone knows my Cedes sings the bestest song ever. Member, Cedes?" Kurt glanced hopefully at his best friend, who didn't disappoint. Taking in a deep breath, the little girl sang out sweetly,

"A-B-C. Easy as one, two three. Simple as do, re, me. A-B-C, one, two three baby you and me!" Kurt clapped his hands together and bounced in his seat as Mercedes took an awkward little bow.

"Aw Cedes that is my favoritest song ever!" Kurt awed as he patted her arm in wonder. Both children curled a fist, leaving the pinkie out, and hooked their pinkies together. They brought their joined hands to their faces and pressed a loud kiss into their end of the handshake. Kurt pulled away and his face full of affection and support turned cold and down-right scary as he looked back at Rachel and sneered. "See, your song can't be bestest." He jumped out of his chair and poked out his little pink tongue at Rachel for emphasis but Rachel stamped her foot in frustration.

"Is too, Kurt Hummel! I worked a long time on it like, a whole hour and my Daddy had to help me with some of the words so you're gonna listen to it and like it!" The little girl poked Kurt in the chest to emphasize her point and he fell back on his chair with a thud. Rachel closed her eyes and opened her mouth to sing her original song.

"Twinkle, twinkle little star, on Hollywood Boulevard. I will get you soon one day and my friends will all say yay ! Twinkle, twinkle little star, Rachel Berry will go far!" She ended on a ridiculous high note that attracted Ms. Emma's attention.

"Rachel, inside voices!" She hollered over her shoulder. Rachel huffed and stormed off from the table. Blaine took the opportunity to join Kurt and Mercedes. Kurt and Mercedes had resumed the tea party they'd been having before Rachel's interruption. Mercedes was spreading some imaginary butter on an imaginary muffin and Kurt was drinking imaginary tea with his pinkie out. Blaine thought that made him look very pretty. Mercedes was the first to notice the dark haired boy as he approached their table and she nudged Kurt with her elbow, breaking him out of the fantasy. Kurt sat up straighter, began patting down his shirt and broke into a huge smile, flicking his bangs back and out from the corner of his right eye. Blaine felt his heart flutter in excitement as he stopped in front of the table.

"Hi, my name's Blaine Anderson. I'm four and a half years old and my favorite color is blue, kinda like the color of your eyes. You have really pretty eyes." Mercedes had managed to slip away with a huge grin, leaving the two boys alone and Kurt's cheeks reddened a bit at the compliment.

"Thanks. My name's Kurt Hummel. I'm three but my birthday is in ten days. I really like your hair. Do you wanna play with me?" Blaine smiled and sat down next to the boy.

"Uh-huh!"

Over the next few days, Kurt and Blaine had become inseparable. It seemed everywhere Kurt went, Blaine followed after him with an adoring look on his face. Kurt and Blaine had a lot in common. Blaine's favorite part of the day was music time when they got to sing and play with tambourines and bells. Kurt's voice was really high, higher than even Rachel's. Blaine liked singing with Kurt because they could sing all their favorite Disney songs together. Kurt could sing all the princess parts and Blaine liked to twirl him around while they sang. One day they were outside under the big oak tree, hands hooked together, twirling around on their heels.

"A whole new world, a new fantastic point of view. No one to tell us no or where to go or say we're only dreaming." Blaine sang, wondering what his world was like before he met Kurt. At this, he pulled the smaller boy into a big hug, sufficiently knocking the wind out of him before he could sing his part of the duet.

"Kurt your voice is my favorite!" He sighed happily hanging onto Kurt, who blushed and quietly sang his line into Blaine's shoulder.

"A whole new world, a dazzling place I never knew. But when I'm way up here, it's crystal clear that now I'm in a whole new world with you." Blaine pulled Kurt back and out of his arms and beamed at his friend.

"You sound even better than even Jasmine, Kurt!"

Besides singing with Kurt, Blaine especially liked nap time because if he was really careful to keep his eyes half-way closed so Ms. Emma wouldn't notice, he could watch Kurt fall asleep. The normally bouncy, energetic almost four year old would quickly drift off, his arms wrapping around his pillow. Kurt looked so peaceful when he was asleep and he kinda reminded Blaine of the pictures of angels he saw on the windows at his church. They were pale with light colored hair just like Kurt and some of them were even little like Kurt was. Blaine decided Kurt's Mommy was probably an angel and that was why Kurt was so pretty. Blaine decided he'd have to ask Kurt how come he didn t have any wings some day soon.

But if Kurt was an angel in looks, he certainly wasn't always acting like an angel. One day as Kurt, Mercedes and Blaine were playing in the grass pretending to be a pack of wolves when Dave Karaofsky approached them with a sneer on his face. Without a formal introduction, Karaofsky tackled Blaine and pinned him to the ground.

"I don't know you, kid, but my name's Karaofsky and I really don't like the way you've been playing with Kurt all week. Kurt's my friend!" The burly little boy growled down at Blaine.

"Davy, you leave him alone!" Screeched Mercedes from somewhere behind him where Blaine couldn't see. Karaofsky drew a fist back and Blaine closed his eyes when he suddenly heard a rather frightening hiss and the crushing weight had been taken off of his chest. Blaine sat up on his elbows to see Kurt had jumped on top of Karaofsky and was wildly poking him in the chest and hollering at the boy.

"Davy, Blaine is my bestest friend and I don't want you being mean to him! If you don't stop, I'll never play power rangers with you ever again!" At this point Ms. Emma had made her way over to the children and was pulling Kurt off and away to sit in timeout on the wall. Blaine felt his heart break as silent tears fell onto Kurt's cheeks as he accepted his punishment. Blaine waited until Ms. Emma returned to watching Tina and Quinn slide down the slide to make a break for it. He trotted over to where Kurt sat against the wall, knees up to his chest and head tucked into his folded arms.

"Hey, hey Kurt." Blaine put a hand on Kurt s shoulders and Kurt looked up at him.

"Hi Blaine." He sniffled, rubbing his nose on the back of his hand.

"That was really brave of you. You saved me. Please don't be sad anymore." And with that, Blaine gently took Kurt's hand in his and pressed a kiss to the back of it like he saw his Daddy do when his Mommy was sad. Kurt smiled and opened his arms to give his friend a hug. Blaine readily obliged.

"I can't be sad when I have you as my bestest friend."

The rest of the Blaine's first week at Godsen passed with relative ease. Everyday, Kurt and Blaine played together until story time. They both sat criss-cross applesauce on the carpet together as Ms. Emma read to them about a boy named David who was always getting into trouble. Kurt giggled the entire time at David's antics, which made Blaine very happy because Kurt had the cutest laugh ever. After story time, the boys sat together for lunch, where Blaine had figured out that Kurt loved carrot sticks but not fish sticks. Kurt figured out Blaine didn t like his carrot sticks but loved fish sticks so they started trading them around each day and had fun blowing bubbles in their milk until Ms. Emma ordered them to stop and made them go wash their hands. At nap time, Kurt dragged his mat over next to Blaine's and shared his blanket with him.

On Friday, Blaine and Kurt watched each other through heavy lidded eyes as Ms. Emma turned on the lullaby CD.

"Hey Kurt." Blaine whispered. Kurt smiled and scrunched up his nose.

"Hey Blaine." Kurt giggled again and flashed him a smile. Blaine smiled back.

"I really like you Kurt." Blaine whispered back. "I like you a lot." Kurt blushed again.

"I like you a lot too Blaine." Kurt replied. Blaine scooted his mat closer to Kurt's.

"Hey, I wanna try something. My Mommy and Daddy do it all the time and it looks really nice. Give me your hand." He slid a hand under the blanket and met Kurt's, twinning their fingers together.

"That does feel nice, Blaine." Kurt nodded matter-of-factly and sighed, snuggling down into his pillow. Blaine felt very light and sleepy blue eyes locked on brown eyes."

"Hey Blaine."

"Yeah Kurt?"

"I'm glad we're bestest friends."

"Me too Kurt."

"Well, night-night, Blaine."

"Night-night Kurt."