Chapter 1:

"Kurt. We're leaving." Kurt heard his father yell as the blue eyed toddler continued his climb up the monkey bars.

"Kurt!"

Kurt giggled at the glare he received, the warning in his father's tone did nothing but make the boy climb faster.

Burt shook his head and smiled at his energetic son, watching closely as Kurt stumbled his way to the top.

The park getting darker since they arrived only a couple of hours ago. The last ray of sunlight fading off into the distance.

Burt checked his wrist watch to see that dinner would be ready soon, knowing well enough that his wife wouldn't appreciate them being late. AGAIN. But Kurt seemed to have other plans. With not as many kids around to hog up the monkey bars, the toddler was using it to his advantage.

Burt looked up from his watch and laughed when he noticed Kurt doing a little victory dance at the success of his reaching the top. About to call out to his son again when someone spoke before him.

"Is he yours?" A short middle aged woman asked, smiling up at Burt. "The cutie wiggling his hips." she pointed to a still dancing Kurt.

Burt looked at his son and back to the woman. "Yeah." he smiled, returning his attention to Kurt.
"Kurt! Come down now bud."

Kurt looked down to see his father with a lady he'd never seen before. The toddler quickly retreated down the bars, "Dad did you see me?! Did you see what I did!" he shouted, smiling proudly.

"I sure did." Burt encouraged, lifting Kurt off the last couple steps and attacking his cheek with sloppy kisses. The toddler giggled and attempted to move away but his father only tightened his grip.

The woman who was still standing next to the two watched in complete awe. She stood there a moment longer before having to return to the slides, a certain grouchy child needing her attention.

After each of Kurt's cheeks were nice and wet Burt allowed his son to climb to the back of his shoulders. "Ready to go?"

"Mhmm" Kurt nodded against his father's baseball cap.

Burt hooked his arms around Kurt's legs and began to walk when he noticed that the woman earlier had disappeared. He scanned the park and caught her by the slides, a little boy who looked to be Kurt's age crying on her shoulder.

Burt was already running late for dinner so he didn't see how a couple more minutes could hurt.

"Dad," Kurt asked, his eyes threatening to close.

"Yeah bud." Burt smiled as his sleepy son yawned.

"I thought we were going home?"

"We are." Burt said.

"But.. Our house is that way." The toddler lazily pointed his finger in the opposite direction.

"I know. I just want to speak to someone real quick." Burt slid Kurt off his shoulders when the boy began to loosen his grip. "What happened to my little flash?"

Kurt hummed and tightly wrapped his arms around his father.

The woman combed her fingers through the boys' massive curls as he continued to weep on her shoulder. She was whispering sweet nothings into his ear as Burt approached her with a sleepy Kurt.

"Blaine... sweetie.." the woman sighed, attempting to calm her drama king of a son. The curly haired toddler not wanting to go home just yet.

"Hi." Burt whispered, cautiously approaching the two and smiling when the little boy stopped crying to look at him.

"Oh." The woman smiled back. "Hello again." Her eyes moving to Kurt. "I see he tired himself out." she laughed.

Burt nodded. "It's been a long day."

Blaine wiped his tear streaked cheeks when he spotted the little boy on the tall mans shoulder. He moved out of his mother's arms to go poke at the boy's foot. Kurt stirred in his sleep at the feeling.

"Hey there." Burt smiled, patting Blaine on his curls. "What's your name?"

Blaine hesitated at first, about to speak when the little boy in the man's arms started to wake.

Kurt yawned and turned to face his father, following the direction of his eyes to see a little boy looking up at him.

Blaine nervously waved to the blue eyed boy staring down at him, a weird feeling in his stomach when they caught eyes.

Kurt blushed at the little boy waving at him, instantly burying his face in his father's chest, making Blaine frown.

Both Burt and the woman noticed the change in Blaine's demeanor and shared a look.

"Don't worry about him he's a little shy." Burt assured Blaine.

The curly haired toddler nodded his understanding and returned to his mother's arms. The woman cradled her son and gestured to Burt that she was going to leave.

Burt waved her off and decided that they should get going as well. Taking a drowsy Kurt with him and walking off in the opposite direction.

"Why doesn't he like me?" Blaine mumbled into his mother's blouse.

His mother rolled her eyes at him. "Blaine I'm sure he-"

"He has blue eyes mommy." Blaine interrupted.

"I know honey, I saw-"

"They were like the ocean." he continued. "Can I see him again?" his hopeful face making his mother laugh.

"Maybe," She smirked.

"Tomorrow?" he offered.

"We'll see Blaine." she kissed his cheek. "Come on. Let's go get some food in that tummy."

They walked to their car parked along the park and Blaine turned to get one last glance of the boy still sleeping before entering his car seat. He couldn't wait until tomorrow.

...

As soon as the sun shined through Blaine's window the next morning and his mother fed the toddler his breakfast, the boy ran to put on his shoes and ignored his mother's confused look.

"Blaine," She raised an eyebrow as the boy clumsily tied his shoelaces.

"Yes mommy" Blaine continued to struggle with his knot when his mother knelt down beside him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Blaine gave his mother an obvious look. "To the park."

"You have a dentist appointment to get to mister." She crossed her arms, giving her son a pointed look and smiling when he let out a dramatic sigh. "Do you want cavities?"

"If I say yes will you take me to the park?" he smiled, giggling when his mother began to chase him. Blaine mock surrendering once his mother had caught him. "Dentist first, then park. Deal?" she whispered into his ear.

Blaine frowned but nodded, kissing his mother on the cheek before running away from her. It sucked that he wasn't going to able to see the pretty boy until later but he didn't let that stop him from getting any less excited.

...

"Where's Kurt?" Burt asked his wife at the breakfast table.

"Sleeping." She sighed. "He got a small fever from last night's late night partying on the jungle gym."

"Monkey bars." Burt corrected, smiling at his wife's glare.

"I told you to take his sweater." She stood from her seat and pulled out a box of Cheerios and milk from the fridge. "But no. Someone thought it wasn't necessary."

Burt rolled his eyes as he stole a cheerio from the bowl, earning him a smack on the hand. "Ow!"

"Stop eating your son's food."

"I'm sorry dear. I didn't think we would be out that late." he apologized, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist. "Forgive me?" he repeatedly pecked her neck, making her giggle.

"Stop that." she smiled and frowned when her husband actually stopped. "Now you want to listen to me." she smirked.

Burt laughed and leaned in to give her a kiss on the lips, reaching for a handful of Cheerios as he did so.

"Burt Jonathon Hummel!"

Burt dodged the oven mitt she threw at his head and turned to give her a stern look. "Shhh Kurt's sleeping Elizabeth." he hardly whispered, not able to keep a straight face.

Elizabeth shook her head and returned her attention on preparing her son's breakfast. She'll get her revenge, she always does.

...

"There we are, nice and clean!" Dr. Lee announced to an open-mouthed Blaine sprawled on a chair four times bigger than him. The toddler took the mirror the dentist offered him and checked out his fresh white teeth. Suddenly finding himself wondering if the boy from the park would like them just as much as he does.

"Thank you Dr. Lee." His mother thanked, shaking the man's hand and slowly pushing Blaine off the high dentist chair.

"It's my pleasure." he smiled. "Oh, just one moment."

Blaine watched as the dentist left the room and came back only a few seconds later, a toy ring in his hand.

"For being such a good boy today." Lee offered Blaine. The toddler eagerly took the ring into his tiny hands.

"What do we say Blaine?" His mother asked him when he turned to leave.

"Thank you" Blaine smiled up at Lee, walking, or rather skipping, to his mother's car. She shook her head and thanked the dentist one last time before following her son's direction. The glow he had in his eyes when they pulled out of the building and headed straight to the park did not go unnoticed by his mother.

"Park?" Blaine beamed.

"Park."

The park was packed more than usual today as Blaine and his mother took a seat on one of the benches.

Blaine instantly began his search when his mother gave him the okay to play. He looked all over the park- in the slides, swings, under the steps, over at monkey bars- even in the trash bin and still no sign of the boy.

There were plenty of kids around, those with green eyes, mostly brown and a couple of blue eyed boys as well, but none were the ones he really wanted to see. Not one of the kids at the park was the boy, the blue eyed boy that Blaine so desperately wanted to see again.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Blaine looked up from where he had been staring at the ground to see his mother frowning down at him.

"He's not here." he whispered on the verge of tears.

His mother smiled sadly at her son, knowing how much her son was looking forward to today. She smoothed little circles onto his back and looked up when she caught something in the corner of her eye.

"I wouldn't be too sure of that." she whispered into his ear.

Blaine curiously watched his mother point out someone from afar and his heart beat a million miles per minute at the sight in front of him.

Walking ahead, towards him was none other than the blue eyed boy, and what Blaine guessed, was his father holding his hand and following right beside him.

"What a coincidence." Burt smiled once he reached the woman he met yesterday and her son.

"Hi." Blaine ignored Burt as the toddler slowly walked over to the boy.

Kurt stared at him with his mouth open. "H-hi." he whispered.

"My names Blaine."

"...Kurt."