Kurt looked down, he didn't want to see Blaine laughing and playing with the crazy looking kid Jeremiah. He had stupid hair and wore weird sweaters. Kurt didn't think that his own hair was stupid and that's why Blaine should only play with him. He kicked his foot hard onto the ground and bit his lip until it started to hurt. He didn't like the pain in his foot just as much as he didn't like Blaine playing with Jeremiah. He hobbled over to the bench and sat down, he pulled his feet up so he was hugging his knees and cuddled them tightly. He wanted Finn. Finn could make it better. He felt tears of frustration build behind his eyes and slammed his hands on his knees and then pouted, now his hands and knees hurt too. Kurt looked down as he started to cry. Today wasn't good anymore. Today was bad. Bad. Bad!

Kurt kept looking down, staring at his amazingly bright blue jeans he was wearing, he didn't notice Blaine walk over but when his arms wrapped around him it made him jump. "Go way Blaine!" Kurt sniffled.

Blaine's arms tensed around him. Why did Kurt want him to go? He didn't like the idea of being rejected by Kurt. It hurt more than any physical blow ever could.

"Go play with Jeremiah! Bet he's more fun than me." Kurt sobbed and Blaine sighed. He shook his head and tapped on Kurt's chest. He wanted to play with Kurt and only Kurt. Kurt looked up at him, his eyes large and wet. "Why did you play with him?" Kurt mumbled. Blaine shrugged, Jeremiah had tapped his shoulder and started to run, and after playing tag with Kurt he decided to run after him. It was nothing like playing with Kurt though.

Blaine shook his head and took Kurt's hand. It were so soft, delicate. He grinned at him and tapped him on his shoulder before running off. Kurt frowned for a second, Blaine wanted to play with him, that's all he needed to think about before he ran after him. Kurt ran after Blaine for what felt like hours. He was never the running boy, he was the sit down and have tea parties kind of boy, but he liked running with Blaine. "Blaine do you like tea parties?" Kurt asked as the thought popped into his head. Blaine shrugged and Kurt bit his lip, that didn't seem very positive. "Oh. I like them. Me and my daddy we have tea parties all the time, and we have little cups and we hold it royally, that means with our little fingers up." He says and looks at Blaine, Blaine tilted his head and simply watched him for a moment before raising his little finger and grinned at him. "Yes. Just like that!" Kurt grinned and jumped up, wrapping his arms and legs around his friend tightly. Blaine gulped and picked Kurt up, holding him around his waist.

"Can I have a piggy back ride?" Kurt whispered. Blaine nodded and moved him over so that he was sitting on his back and started to run around holding onto him tightly. Kurt had a tight grip on his shoulders and he was giggling constantly. Blaine grinned, this was fun, he started to move a little faster and soon he was running around with a giggling Kurt in hysterics on his back. Blaine ran a little faster, not noticing the stone on the ground and tripping right over it. Kurt fell off his back and landed with a thump. Blaine rushed over to him, crouching down to make sure he was okay, he looked terrified when he saw blood drizzling from a cut on Kurt's forehead.

"Kurt?" He whispered.

Kurt opened his eyes wearily and his bottom lip started to wobble. "Daddy!" He sobbed reaching up to touch the cut on his head. "I want my daddy!" He screamed. Blaine bit his lip and looked around, glad to see Sean already rushing over to them.

"What happened?" Sean asked picking up Kurt who was still crying for his dad. Blaine looked scared, he opened his mouth to talk but the words he needed to say couldn't come out. He'd spoken though, he'd said Kurt's name. He rubbed his head hard. Kurt was hurt because of him! He shouldn't have been running with him like that, Kurt was fragile and delicate and he had hurt him. Breathing became hard and he looked around, everything becoming out of focus.

"Blaine?" Sean said softly reaching out and taking his hand. "Come on, let's sit down. Kurt's okay."

Blaine listened to the words. Kurt was okay? But there was blood. He blinked hard and looked down and looked at Kurt who was crying into Sean's shirt. He crouched down and rubbed Kurt's shoulder. Kurt pulled away from Sean slowly, realising it was Blaine he fell into his arms and held him tight. "Are you sore?" Kurt whispers, sniffling. "We fell." Blaine shook his head, he couldn't feel anything except worry that he had hurt Kurt. "I'm glad you're okay." Kurt whispered and rubbed his forehead.

"I'm going to call your daddy okay?" Sean said and looked at Blaine and Kurt. "You two stay sitting down." Blaine nodded and put Kurt in his lap softly.

Kurt looked up at him. "My head hurts." Blaine nodded and leaned down and kissed it softly. Kurt smiled and hugged him tightly. "You said my name." Kurt said quietly. Blaine nodded simply. "I was right." Kurt whispered, when Blaine looked at him confused, Kurt smiled up at him. "You do sound like an angel."