Summary: Kurt and Blaine's first kiss could have happened in so many different ways and at so many different times. #1: Playground.

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When it was time for recess his classmates raced for the door, even with the teacher practically screaming for them to straighten themselves into a line so they could be lead towards the playground. Yes, the playground. The place where every kid could act out their happiest dreams with pretend and make-believe except for one little boy. Nobody would play with this little boy, no it was not because he had cooties or because he couldn't kick a ball. No, it was because in the girls opinion he wore things like bowties and that made him a boy, so he couldn't be in their clubhouse. In the boys opinion it was the way he smelt. He smelt like a girl and even admitted that he liked to have tea parties. Telling that to the boys was a bad move on his part. He figured that out later in the week when Noah Puckerman pushed him down to the ground and called him a sissy. Noah had told everyone that they weren't allowed to play with him unless they wanted to be a sissy too.

So the little kindergartener wasn't allowed to play with anyone, so he sat alone every single day on the swingset in the far back corner of the playground being ignored by all the other kids... at least until Ms. Holiday's first grade class came outside a little bit earlier today. They usually came out at 12:30pm which was when his class had to go in for lunch, but for some reason they were out early today.

" Hi." He looked up in surprise that someone was actually talking to him.

" Hi." He replied softly, looking at the curly haired boy who had spoken to him.

" My name's Blaine, what's yours?"

" Kurt."

" Do you mind if I swing with you, Kurt?" Blaine had asked, motioning to the second swing beside the younger boy.

" Sure." Kurt replied softly once again, taking his eyes off the other boy as he sat down on the other swing. Kurt had expected for them to sit in silence until either of them were called in, but it seems that Blaine wouldn't have that.

" So why are you here by yourself. Isn't your class over there?" Blaine asked.

" Nobody wants to play with me."

" Why's that?"

" 'Cause I wear bowties and smell like a girl." Kurt had of course suspected Blaine to just leave him now that he had told him why the others weren't playing with him, but Blaine didn't leave. Instead what the older boy did was get off his swing and place himself in front of Kurt. Before he could ask Blaine what he was doing, the older boy put his face into the crook of his neck and sniffed him before backing away again.

" I think you smell pretty and I like bowties." He heard Blaine say as two whistles were blown across the playground signaling them that it was time to come in. Kurt pushed himself off of the swing and into a standing position in front of the other boy, ready to head towards his class, when Blaine pressed his lips softly against Kurt's for a few moments. They finally pulled away from each other as the whistles were blown again reminding them they had to leave the playground. Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him towards where both of the classes were lining up. With a small wave to each other, Blaine and Kurt joined their classes.