Kurt picked up the handle of his plastic toy phone and forcefully pressed "9-1-1"on its plastic buttons. He heard giggles from across the room and promptly shot their source the best bitch-face that could possibly be mustered by a five-year old.

A smaller boy was sitting in the corner, sitting in front of a toy chest and surrounded by toppled over blocks and several Barbie dolls. He quieted his giggles, but his body still shook with the laughter he was holding in, causing his mop of dark curls to rustle on their own accord.

A displeased Kurt cradled his toy phone on his shoulder much like he had seen his parents do when they were on the phone and trying to scold him at the same time. "BLAINE! This is serious! My Easy Bake Oven is on FIRE!" Blaine's eyes grew wide as he watched Kurt point dramatically toward the child-size play table set up in the corner where his Easy Bake Oven sat.

It wasn't on fire. But that fact was irrelevant when Kurt Hummel had his mind set on playing pretend.

"So if you don't mind, I'm calling the FIRE DEPARTMENT." Kurt put extra emphasis on those last two words, hoping to get Blaine back into gear.

"Oh, right!" Blaine blindly flung his arm into the toy chest behind him. Tongue peaking out of his mouth in utter determination, he broke into a crooked grin when his little hand finally latched onto what it was searching for. He pulled his hand and a red plastic fireman's helmet out of the toy chest and briefly struggled to put it on over his uncontrolled hair.

After managing to get on his hat, Blaine scanned the floor by his feet to see what he could use as a phone to take Kurt's urgent call. A few seconds passed and he knew Kurt was growing impatient, so he shrugged to himself and picked up a Barbie doll. He bent her in half a bit so as to make her in the shape of a phone. He held the doll up to his ear and said in as deep a voice as he could manage, "Um, this is Fire Chief Anderson, what seems to be the problem, sir?"

Kurt rolled his eyes but couldn't help and smile at Blaine who he knew was trying desperately into character just to please him. So, now that he was sure Blaine was just as committed as he was to their game, Kurt really laid it on thick.

"HELP! My kitchen is burning down! My Easy Bake Oven is on FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE!"

Blaine giggled again, but quickly put on a serious face when Kurt glared at him. This was serious. That Easy Bake Oven was on fire and Fire Chief Anderson had to save the day.

Still using his deep, serious voice, Blaine spoke into Barbie's knees. "Don't worry, mister. I'll be right there!"

Blaine went to hang up his "phone," but stops abruptly when Kurt gives a short cough. Blaine realizes that Fire Chief Anderson didn't get all the information he needed to put out the fire.

"Excuse me, sir, what's the address of this fire?" Blaine raised his eyebrows at the boy who was still looking at him from across the room, silently asking if that was the right question.

"285 Sycamore! And hurry!" Kurt slammed the handle of his plastic phone down and Blaine folded his Barbie completely in half so she was kicking her own forehead. They threw their respective modes of communication aside and Blaine scrambled to his feet, one hand to his head to make sure his hat stayed in place.

Blaine was already wearing suspenders, but they were dangling off his hip. He gave a quick scan of the room and ran over to Kurt's closet. Kurt's eyes were wide as Blaine disappeared into this sacred space (just because he was five, didn't mean he didn't appreciate clothes). They stayed wide until Blaine emerged a minute later, clad in a pair of Kurt's yellow rain boots and a see-through rain slicker. Kurt could see that Blaine's suspenders were hastily yanked over his shoulders, as one of the straps was folded under itself. He smiled at Blaine's effort (even if he did go into Kurt's closet without asking) and quickly assumed the face of an Easy Bake Oven owner in distress.

Blaine ran across the room as best he could in boots that were a couple sizes too big for his tiny feet. As he came to a halt in front of Kurt (who had by this point dramatically flung an arm across his forehead), he almost fell over as his balance wavered while he was trying to keep his hat on his head. The boys were now standing in front of the play table where the unplugged Easy Bake Oven was apparently burning down Kurt's whole house.

"Oh, Fire Chief Anderson! Just in time! My Easy Bake Oven! There's so much smoke!" Kurt coughed a bit to try and heighten the reality of the situation.

"Don't worry – I'll save you!" Blaine brushed past Kurt and stood in front of the afflicted oven. He lifted his small hands, as if they were holding a heavy fire hose and mimed hosing down the oven. Kurt watched Blaine's face as the smaller boy scrunched up his nose and made whooshing sounds with his mouth. After what he thought was a proper amount of time being spent putting out the fire, Blaine turned to Kurt for approval.

Kurt gave a small nod of his head, then took character once again. "Oh, THANK YOU, Fire Chief! Thank you for saving my kitchen! How can I ever repay you?"

Blaine hazel eyes danced with glee. He grinned and assumed his deep voice once more, "No need for thanks, mister. Just doin' my job." And with that, Blaine tipped his hat at Kurt and sauntered back into the closet.

Kurt shook his head and went about plugging in his Easy Bake Oven. He bolted up, as if he just remembered something and ran over to the open door. "MOM! ME AND BLAINE ARE GONNA USE MY EASY BAKE OVEN, OKAY?"

He waited in the doorway for a response and smiled when it finally came. "I'll be right up, sweetie." He heard a door slam behind him and whipped his head around to see that Blaine had exited the closet. The rain boots and rain-slicker were gone, his suspenders were once again hanging by his knees, and his hair was a bit flat from the hat which was now back in his hand.

Kurt shook his head and wandered over to Blaine who looked ashamed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to slam the door." Kurt didn't care about the door – he was more concerned with Blaine's hair at the moment.

"That's not why I'm shaking my head, silly. Your hair is a mess." Kurt reached over and ran his hands through Blaine's curls, trying to bring them back to life.

Blaine blushed. "It's always a mess, Kurt."

"I know," Kurt smiled. "But I still like you anyway."

Elizabeth Hummel was about to walk through the door, juice boxes in hand, to supervise her son and his best friend as they used the toy that's not recommended for children under 8. She stopped before her foot crossed the threshold because she didn't want to interrupt the moment that was unfolding between the two children. They might only be five, but somehow she knew they were forever. The spark was there and she hoped it always would be.