Blaine looked around the room, searching desperately for someone who looked alone , but there was no one to be found. Blaine pouted his lips and sat down at a chair furthest from the front of the room. He was so embarrassed.

A little Latina girl, holding pinkies with a little blonde girl, approached. "You look lonely," she said with all the tact of a kindergartener.

"Well, I am," Blaine continued to pout.

"Why don't we invite him to be our friend?" the blonde girl said.

The Latina looked expectantly at him, "Well?"

Despite the fact that they were girls and bound to be crawling with cooties, Blaine took them up on the offer and they took the seats on either side of him.

"I'm Santana and she's Brittany," the Latina introduced.

She seemed to be very intelligent for her age, Blaine thought.

"How about you?"

"I'm Blaine," he answered.

"Well that's a gay name," Santana scoffed.

"What does gay mean?" Blaine asked.

"I'm not really sure. I just hear my Daddy use it as an insult all the time."

"Oh," Blaine murmured. He was starting to not like Santana all that much.

"Your hair is so bouncy," he heard a dry voice come from behind him, "and soft."

Brittany on the other hand? Yeah, he kinda liked her.

Ms. Annie walked into the classroom, telling everyone to find a seat. "Hello, children! My name is Ms. Annie and I'm going to be guiding you through your first year of school," she said just as the door swung open.

There stood a slightly chubby - but not over-weight - man in his thirties, wearing a baseball cap and carrying a child on his back.

Ms. Annie tried her best to be polite, "Excuse me, sir. Can I help you?"

"Yeah, uh, my kid here, Kurt," he stammered. "He's, uh, he's in this class," he told the teacher, dropping his child onto his feet. "So, um, I'm gonna go now."

The man quickly shut the door, leaving his child in a bit of a daze.

Ms. Annie got down on her knees in front of the boy, "Hi, Kurt! I'm Ms. Annie. Why are you so late?"

Kurt frowned a little at the question. "I was getting ready," he answered, like it was a no-brainer. Ms. Annie gave him a befuddled look and he sighed, "I had to pick out a nice outfit."

Ms. Annie blinked. "Oh, well, um... Who wants to be Kurt's buddy?" she asked the class, standing back up.

Blaine instantly raised his hand. He wanted to have a boy friend and Kurt looked like he could be fun to be friends with; Plus, Blaine couldn't help but notice that he was very pretty.

"Okay then, come up front and sit next to Kurt," Ms. Annie said as she led Kurt to his seat.

Blaine gathered his things and headed to the front of the classroom, taking a seat beside his new friend. "I'm Blaine," he introduced himself, but Kurt remained silent. "I like your outfit," he added with a smile.

That got Kurt to talk.

"Really? I worked really hard on it. I wasn't sure if the bow-tie and the vest would work together or not, but then my Daddy was rushing me, so..."

"It's perfect," Blaine smiled.

"I like you," Kurt grinned widely.

"I like you, too!"

By the time the end of the day rolled around, Kurt and Blaine were the best of buddies. The pair were sitting on the bench outside the school waiting for their parents to pick them up. They asked each other all kinds of questions about themselves like: "What's your favourite colour?" (blue) "Favourite Animal?" (puppy), and "Favourite TV Show?" (Magic School Bus). They seemed to agree on everything. There was no doubt in either boy's mind that they were going to be friends for a long time.

"I think you're my best friend," Blaine grinned suddenly.

"Whoa..." little Kurt responded, "You really think so?"

"Yeah! I mean, we agree about like, everything. And you make me really happy inside, so we must be!" Blaine reasoned.

"Wow! I've never had a best friend before..." Kurt confessed.

"Same, but now you do!"

Kurt gave Blaine a really big grin, something Blaine had already learned was reserved for the special people in his life. "You're cute," he giggled.

Kurt's laugh was like music to Blaine's ears. He blushed a little. "You really think so?"

"Well, you're really nice to me and your hair is all bouncy and you're shorter than me... Oh! And your eyes are the same colour as that stuff my Mommy sometimes let's me dip my apple slices into if I'm a really good boy and that stuff tastes really good," Kurt explained.

"You're really cute too, ya know," Blaine blushed, looking at the ground and kicking the rocks at his feet. "Your face is all chubby and your eyes look like the ocean. Plus, you dress like a grown-up and I always really liked bow-ties. Especially that one."

Kurt smile increased even more in size. "This is my favourite one!" he squealed, toying with the plain white tie.

"How many do you have?" Blaine asked.

"I think like... seven," Kurt whispered conspiratorially.

"Whoa," Blaine gasped, "That's a lot."

Suddenly, a black SUV appeared in front of the school. "Oh, that's my Daddy!" Kurt grinned, "Wanna meet him?"

"Sure!"

Kurt took Blaine's hand and dragged him over to the car. Burt hopped out of the car and walked around it to the two boys. "Hey, scooter," he greeted his son, ruffling his hair, much to Kurt's dismay. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Blaine, Daddy."

"Blaine Anderson!" Blaine excitedly introduced himself, extending his arm out to Kurt's father and Burt gingerly grabbed Blaine's hand.

"Daddy, Blaine is my best-est friend in the whole wide world!"

"That's a whole lot of people," Burt chuckled.

Kurt and Blaine just looked at each other and shrugged.

"Look, son, I think we've gotta get going. Mommy's going to be wondering where we are. Plus, I think Blaine's parents just pulled in behind us," Burt said with a glance at the very nice Mustang behind them.

"Oh, okay," Kurt agreed easily. "Bye, Blaine!"

"Bye, Kurt! Nice to meet you, sir!" Blaine said to Burt, using the impeccable manners his father had taught him.

The second Blaine hopped into his own car, he missed his new best friend.