Kurt didn't like to go outside to sun was always too hot and made his face red and covered with, what his mother called, sun kisses. Mostly though, he hated to soil his clothes with the mud and dirt. So that's why, even though Miss Pillsbury allowed them to go outside to the playground, he was sitting by the games table inside playing with Dianne, a brown cat plush doll with white tail and paws.

"How do you know it's a she?" Dave asked him when they played together for the first time. Kurt looked considering at the small cat for a moment and then went to the crafts table, coming back with a pink ribbon and tied it loosely around her neck."My mom taught me how to tie a bow, I can try…"
"Ohh…Yes please!" Kurt dropped the doll in his lap quickly and sat down in front of him to watch closely. After a couple of tries Dave managed to tie a quirky and uneven bow around her neck.

"Well?" Dave turned her around and presented to Kurt, looking at him with hesitation "It's not exactly like my mother's..."

"It's perfect!" Kurt took her back and hugged her against his chest "You must teach me how to do that."
"Sure" Dave nodded at him and then looked around for something. He got up and walked to the other side of the room and came back with another, smaller and completely white, cat plush doll. "Her name is Shelly," he said, sitting next to Kurt and holding out his doll "I think they should be friends."

Since then, Kurt and Dave had become best friends but Kurt often still played alone, like he was now, because Dave liked to play outside with the other boys while Kurt preferred to stay inside with the girls and their tea party set.

Kurt was playing with Dianne, walking her along the table and humming his favorite song to himself when he felt a strong shove that sent him crashing to the floor. He quickly turned around and found a boy standing above him with a raging expression to his face.

"You're a stupid SOAG" the boy yelled to him before turning around and stepping outside.

Kurt sat there for a while in a total shock. He'd never seen so much anger and no one had been purposely mean to him before.

After a while he tried to get up but fell to the floor again since his hand hurt too much to lean on it. That's when the tears came. He sobbed for what felt like hours until arms grabbed him to their embrace.

"Oh, Kurtie. What happened?" Mercedes hugged him tightly and pet his back to comfort him. A second later he was surrounded by all the girls, each one asking questions or suggesting something which only made him cry harder because he hated them seeing him like this. He was grateful when he heard Tina whispering to someone to go get Dave from the playground mostly because he was afraid they would call Miss Pillsbury instead and he wasn't sure what he wanted to tell her about what happened. Soon, Dave was rushing to his side, finding him still curled in Mercedes's embrace.

"Let's go wash your face, okay?" Dave suggested softly while trying to grab his hands to help to his feet. He stopped when he saw him wincing with pain and grasping his hand miserably and instead, wrapped his hand around Kurt's waist and with the help of the girls they managed to get him up. "Does it hurt real badly?" Dave asked him while leading him to the bathroom.

"No."Kurt answered, his voice broken from the crying. Dave looked at him pointedly until Kurt gave up and nodded his head slowly.

"We should tell Miss Pillsbury. You might have a broken arm," Dave said while he stretched over the sink and stood on his tiptoes to turn on the water.

Kurt reached for the sink and washed his face thoroughly, the cold water feeling nice on his stinging eyes and making him calm down.

"What happened?" Dave asked while they were heading to the locker room to get Kurt's towel from his bag.

"I fell off the chair," Kurt said, his voice still broken, while taking the towel out of his bag. It was dark green towel with his name engraved on it in gold thread.

Dave looked at him pointedly again. "Are you sure that's all it was?"

Kurt leaned heavily on the wall behind him and kept his eyes on his shoes. "One of the older boys pushed me off the chair. He was really mean." Kurt stopped talking when he felt he was about to start crying again.

"Do you know him?" Dave asked, looking confused.

Kurt shook his head, still keeping his gaze to the floor. "He cursed at me."Kurt added when he felt he could talk again. "He called me a SOAG."

"A what? What does that mean? "

"I don't know," Kurt sniffled loudly and wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand.

Dave looked worriedly at him before heading to the bathroom to get him some tissues.

"No!" Kurt called after him, grabbing his hand. "Please don't call Miss Pillsbury," Kurt begged him with tear filled eyes.

"I wasn't about to," Dave started to explain."But why not?! You should tell her what this mean boy did," he finished a little loudly.

Kurt blinked tears while looking at him and finally whispered "She'll tell my parents."

"So?"

The smaller boy slid on the wall until he hit the floor and a second later he was crying miserably into his hands. "What if I really am a… SOAG?" he mumbled between the sobs
"What if they won't love me anymore?"

Dave sat next to him and hugged him tight. He tried to make comforting sounds like his mother made when he cried, hopping it would help Kurt calm down as well.

"Fine. I won't tell," Dave said after a while.

"Thank you," Kurt smiled through tear filled eyes at him and Dave gave him a sad smile in return.

Dave broke his promise to his best friend that day.

On the next day Dave sat next to Kurt noticing he had a bandage around his wrist.
"Does it still hurt?"

"Yeah. A little bit. But my mom said I didn't break my arm so I'm not going to get one of those cool casts."

"Oh. That's a shame," Dave nodded in understanding.

He was really afraid from Kurt's reaction so he managed enough courage to tell Kurt only a few minutes before their pick up time.

"I told my parents what happened."

Kurt looked warily at him "About…Yesterday? "

"Yeah. I'm sorry! I had to," Dave stuttered hurriedly in an apology.

"But you told me you wouldn't!" Kurt scolded him.

Dave was afraid from his reaction but continued to explain himself, not even stopping to breathe between sentences."You were wrong and my mom said she'll talk with your parents and they'll explain everyth…"

"She will talk to my mom?!" Kurt stopped him midsentence and looked at him angrily , water pooling again in his eyes.

A second later he heard Miss Pillsbury calling his name. "Your mom is here honey."

His eyes widened and he turned around to go outside. He heard a low murmur from behind him "Sorry."His mom waited for him as always, outside the car with her hands wide open. He ran to her and hugged her tightly.

"Oh baby." She picked him up and held him closer. "Why didn't you tell me anything?" she continued when she felt him crying against her shoulder.

Kurt just shrugged. When he calmed down they got into the car and drove back home.
His mom didn't bring it up again, instead she put on his favorite car disc and they sang along together.

He was finally convinced that his mother forgot all about it but when they arrived home, she took him to the living room and sat him on her lap.

"Tell me what happened," she asked him.

When he finished she gave him one of those mother's talks, telling him how beautiful and special and smart he is.

"…You know we love you no matter what."

Kurt nodded.

"And we will protect you from whatever and whoever will try to hurt you." She held him closer to her. "So I want you to promise me you will not be afraid to tell us if something is bothering you. And I guess it's also time to explain to you some things." She took him off her lap and set him in front of her. She was about to start when she paused for a bit and finally said with a smile, "best we'll wait for your father to come home. Come, let's go make dinner."

Kurt loved helping his mom in the kitchen, mostly when they baked cakes or cookies and his mother would let him taste the sweet mixing and sprinkle candies on top of them. Even when he couldn't help, he just liked to sit on the counter and look at her mixing and cutting ingredients while she hummed songs to him.

Kurt was sitting on the counter, swinging his legs in the air, looking absentminded at his mom while she cooked when his father came in the door.

"Hello lovely," he said, kissing Elizabeth's cheek and then picked up Kurt from the counter and gave him a big hug. "And who is this big boy?" he said while raising him over his head.

"Honey, are you sure this is Kurt? He was much smaller this morning."

Kurt looked down at his dad with a huge smile and nodded.

"Hmm," Elizabeth pondered, turning around to look at them, wiping her hands on her flowery yellow apron. "You're right. He is a little bit bigger than Kurt."

Burt wiggled Kurt above his head and looked as if he was examining him when she added "I'm sure I asked for Kurt when I went to pick him up today."

Kurt was pretty sure they were kidding but they sounded too serious so he said quickly, "no daddy! It really is me."

Burt lowered him until they bumped their noses and Kurt could only see his father's eyes in a blur. "Yeah, I think it's him."

"Phew." Elizabeth exaggeratedly swiped a hand over her forehead and turned back to making the meal.

"Go get ready for dinner." Burt put him back down,patting his head and Kurt ran upstairs while trying to fix his hair back to normal.

When Kurt finished his shower and getting dressed he went back to the kitchen to find his parents sitting by table. "I'm shiny now!" he announced when he entered the room, smiling hugely.

"Yes you are my love," his mom agreed as she grabbed him to sit on her lap. "Kurtie, your father and I think you are big enough now to understand some things." She rubbed his back while his father nodded and started talking.

"Your mother told me about what happened. You shouldn't have kept it to yourself Kurt."
His father looked at him very seriously and he felt like crying again but nodded in understanding.

"Now there is something you need to know."

"In our world there are gods. They are few and usually older and they live far away from here. Others are son of gods, or SOG in short. Your mother and I are son of gods which makes you one as well. Your great great grandfather was a god."

Kurt looked at him in awe, not sure what to say. They sat there in silence for a while, his mother's hand still patiently patting his back.

"What about Dave? Is he a…" Kurt had trouble remembering the right phrase.

"Dave and his parents are son of gods too," Burt nodded reassuringly at him, after a while adding, "that mean boy had no right pushing you or calling you names. SOAG is a mean word, a curse word which good people do not use."

"Okay Kurtie? Did you understand everything we said?" his mom asked him softly.

Kurt nodded again and smiled at them. "I'm hungry. Let's eat!" They all laughed and his father went to fetch the dinner.

The next day Dave sat uneasily a little farther from Kurt than usual and looked at him worriedly.

"Kurt? Are you still mad at me?" he asked when Kurt looked back at him.

"Hmmm… no," Kurt answered with a smile. Dave seemed to perk up at
this and scooted closer to him, clearly more sure of himself.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Were your parents mad at you?" Dave looked at him still worried

"They were sad I didn't tell them myself but they weren't too mad."

"That's good."

Kurt nodded. "They told me things, like… Did you know you are a… Umm…" Kurt tried once again to recall the name.

"Son of god? My mom told me about it yesterday," Dave said excitedly.

"Did they tell you about the gods too?"

From that moment on the two boys spent weeks talking about it. They shared what they knew with each other and the more they talked about it, the more questions were brought when a question they didn't knew the answer to was raised they started making their own stories until they got home and ask their parents.

They were swaying side by side on the swing outside, even though Kurt was wearing his favorite bright blue overalls and was scared of staining them. Dave was swinging fast and shoved his legs high in the air.

"How do they choose who will become a god?"

Kurt thought about it for a moment, remembering his father saying something about it.
"There are two ways to become a god. My dad said that if you study really hard and show you are worthy then you might advance someday. When a son of god becomes a god he gets a castle in the Cerllies."

"Carilles," Dave corrected him.

"Oh right, which is a place far away from here."

Dave nodded thoughtfully. "I want to become a god someday," he said after a minute in a lower voice.

"Yeah, that would be cool."

"Kurt, what is the second way?" Dave asked after a few minutes.

Kurd turn to him confused until he recalled what they were talking about earlier. "Umm…" He stared at his feet, turning them in circles on the ground, trying to remember.

He remembered the talk with his father, telling him how a god separates from his family and leaves his home. He was mostly sad because he thought gods must be very lonely people.

"If you marry one," Kurt suddenly said.

"Oh. So your great great grandmother was a god too?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

They kept swinging in silence for a while, both of them thinking about endless possibilities and faraway lands.