The Beginning

Kurt Hummel was a diva. His momma knew that. His father knew that. Everyone knew that. Which is why when Kurt's mommy told him that he would be attending Kindergarten with children his own age he had a minor strop. It's not that he didn't like other kids and he did enjoy there company, but he refused to share a toilet with boys who didn't know what washing there hands were and he would never, ever be seen drinking milk through a cartoon. He nearly refused attending kindergarten altogether because the school refused to bow to his demands and make him his own toilet. But after his mum bribed him with a new Christian Dior bag he knew he had to attend. But he would still refuse to share the toilet, he would hold it in until he got home. There was a limit and he wasn't willing to stoop that low even it included more designer accessories in his already fabulous closet.

He was 5 but Kurt already knew he was going to be a star. He was watching some fascinating documentary on Judy Garland last night and he knew he was going to be like her, only with more penis and less drug problems. He wanted to be a star of stage, screen and he wanted to have a number one album. He was going to achieve those dreams. He told himself daily and he had thus far never let himself down.

As his mommy pulled up into the kindergarten where Kurt would be spending 4 hours of his time, he had second thoughts about this. He was going to miss Thomas the Tank Engine on the television and that was just a crime in itself. Plus he hadn't done his hair properly this morning because he ran out of his mommy's hairspray. This day was going to be a disaster- Kurt could feel it in his bones.

"Mommy!" Kurt screeched as she pulled up into the small carpark. "Have you remembered to tape Thomas?" he questioned.

"Yes dear" his mom Elizabeth smiled at him as they both exited the car. It was only 9.30am but the sun was already shining. "Thomas is taping. Just have a good day and meet lots of friends!"

Kurt hugged his mommy goodbye at the door of the kindergarten. He wasn't nervous but he did have anticipation. He hadn't really bonded with other kids before because they couldn't see how fabulous and gorgeous he was. His mommy told him that other kids were jealous and Kurt had to agree that seemed like a reasonable assumption. His last friend, Leanne, refused to speak to him because he had told her he was going to rip her sweater into a million pieces on account of it being 'the most ugly thing I have ever laid my eyes on bar none".

Kurt opened the door and stepped into the room. A lady walked over to him and he smiled up at her. She was very pretty. "Hello!" she exclaimed "You must be Kurt. I'm Emma Pillsbury and I run this kindergarten!"

"Hello Emma" Kurt said as he accepted Emma's request to take his coat. "Please don't damage that. It's an Alexander McQueen original and cost my daddy four weeks wages. He will ground me for life".

Emma smiled at Kurt. "He won't let you out to play with other kids?" she questioned

"No" Kurt stated "He would take away my use of hairspray and that just doesn't bare thinking about".

Emma's smile faltered somewhat. This kid was different. Very different. But unique. He would get on well with some of the other kids, but she couldn't help but think some of the more 'vicious' children would try and hurt him. He was very skinny and looked very fragile.

Kurt sat in a corner on his own in the library. He took his sunglasses of his face and watched as the other kids had fun. There was a group of boys running around the place looking as if they were high on sugar. Then were was a group of girls doing a skipping competition which Kurt knew he would win instantly because he was King of Skipping. That was a totally legitimate prize and his mommy even made a certificate on her laptop for him. It was on his wall in his room next to his poster of Thomas the Tank Engine. He was more drawn to the girls group, they looked like they were having fun and it wouldn't cause him to get sore legs from running all day. He hated running. The boys were just maniacs, they were jumping over chairs and causing mayhem.

"Hey new boy!" a female voice called and Kurt's thoughts were interrupted as a latino girl stood, hands on hips, looking at him. "Name?" she demanded.

"Kurt" he replied and stared into the eyes of the small girl. She had two blonde girls standing behind her. They also had there hands on there hips. One was smiling a bit too much and the other looked like she would rather be anywhere else then standing here. "My name is Kurt Hummel".

"Age" she continued to demand, her face never leaving it's frowning state.

"Five and 1 month" he answered back.

"Favorite toy?" she questioned

He thought long and hard about this. He had many, many toys. But one jumped out at him.

"Malibu Barbie" he stated.

The latino girl smiled at him and simply stated "Acceptable".

One of the blonde girls piped up and said "You are a very pretty Kurtie. I'm going to call you Kurtie and your going to be my dolphin. OK.".

Kurt had no idea why he was referred to as a dolphin but he was more focused on the fact that the girl had called him pretty. He knew it was true because the mirror never lied to him, but no-one else other then his mommy had ever told him he was pretty. This girl obviously had brilliant taste and he knew they would be friends.

"I appreciate the compliment and believe me I do. But I'm not a dolphin".

The blonde girl just smiled at him and spoke. "You are very special Kurtie. You are a dolphin but it's awesome. We are going to be good friends and I would never usually allow people prettier then myself to be my friend".

Kurt blushed from the compliment. He had no idea why he was a dolphin but he did admit that Dolphins were very cute. He was also very cute so maybe that's why he was called this nickname?

The latino girl spoke next. "Come and play with us. We are redesinging the barbie's because they have some seriously awful clothes".

Kurt didn't say anything. He just accepted the hand that the Latino girl held out and the four of them walked over to where another girl was playing with the barbies. The girl was pretty but with a very unfortunate sized nose and oh my God that sweater she was wearing wasn't just a crime against fashion it was a sin of nature. He felt himself fatasing about putting that sweater in a big shredder. He shuddered with joy at the thought. Sitting down next to the girl with the hideous sweater.

"My name is Santana Lopez and I'm 5. These are my best friends Quinn Fabray, Brittany Pearce and Rachel Berry. We don't actually like her but her two dads own the ice cream parlour and they always give us free ice cream".

Kurt smiled at her. Then looked around the group. Bar the big nose girls sweater he could tell he would get on well with these girls. But then Kurt remembered something. "Hold on.. Two dads?"

The girl with the awful sweater just shrugged. "I have two daddy's. Dad and Papa. They are homosexualists".

Kurt had no idea what that meant.

Santana then spoke again when she took in Kurt's confused face. "Don't worry ladylips" she said, taking a barbie from Rachel's grip and beginning to stroke it's hair. "You will know what that means soon and you will have us. I have a feeling that your going to play a very important part in my life".

She didn't go on and Kurt wasn't sure he wanted her. And for some reason, he wanted to cry.

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Sebastian Smythe sat at the computer area with his two best friends Blaine Anderson and Finn Hudson. He was intrigued by the new boy. He was sitting with Lopez and that could only mean one thing. She had recruited a new member of the Unholy Trinity. The new boy intrigued him, he was very smartly dressed and didn't seem to have a hair out of place. He looked like he spent ages getting ready. He found out from Anderson that his name was Kurt.

Kurt was playing barbies with the four girls. Playing with barbies? But he was a guy. Sebastian wouldn't be seen dead playing with a barbie. He much preferred action men and would never allow a barbie near him. He had fifteen aciton men in total and he hated them wearing clothes. Clothes were a waste of time and they didn't make the action man any more useful. Maybe if Kurt was nice to him he would allow Kurt to play with one of his action men. He wouldn't allow any of the other boys in here play with his action men, especially Hudson because he would probably try and eat it. And Noah would probably put it down his trousers. He hadn't even spoken to Kurt but there was apart of him that knew Kurt was a nice person. The way he was playing with Brittany made him smile. He liked Brittany although he would never tell Satan that. She hated him ever since he chopped off all her barbies hair. She got her revenge though by putting his action men in barbies clothes. He noticed the way Kurt kept fiddling with his hair and he even pulled out a compact mirror from his pocket and looked into it. Sebastian couldn't stop staring at him but didn't know why. He was drawn to him.

Kurt looked over at him and smiled. Someting in Sebastians chest went funny and he suddenly felt dizzy.

Maybe he was just hungry?

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Author's Notes: This is just something I wrote this morning. It'd been buzzing around my head for a few weeks. The next chapter will skip into the present day, but flashbacks of Kindergarten will still occur. In need of a BETA just FYI.