Word Count: 1,414
Summary: A lonely boy in a playground missing his mom finds his new best friend in a boy with wild, curly hair and a tear-stained face
A/N: This is a kid!Klaine little AU I wrote after I finished writing Taken to cheer myself up. So I thought I'd share it with everyone :)
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It’s a warm summer day, when Kurt first sees him. School had ended a few weeks ago and Kurt’s dad had started bringing him to the playground, to get his mind off things. Kurt doesn’t really feel like it, would rather stay at home and sit in his parent’s room and just breathe. He can smell her in there, his mom, and it makes it easier to pretend she’s just at the store, will be home in a few minutes.
But she’s not and she won’t, and his dad thinks getting out will do some good, but Kurt just ends up sitting in the sandbox, building castles that he destroys moments later. Until today, the day he sees him, sitting near the swing sets. A boy with dark messy hair, his face buried in his hands.
Kurt stands, walks through the hole he was digging in the sand, heads towards the boy. When he gets closer he can hear it, the sniffling and harsh breaths of someone crying.
“Why are you sad?” Kurt asks and the boy jumps, head turning towards Kurt. He has freckles across his nose and his eyes are swollen and red and looking off to the side of Kurt.
“They took my toys,” the boy answers, voice watery and thin and Kurt feels sad too because he knows what that’s like.
“They take my toys sometimes too,” Kurt says, sitting down beside the boy, who shifts uncomfortably, turning his face back towards his lap. “That’s why I play in the sandbox, because there’s nothing to take. Only sand.”
The boy sniffs, wipes his the back of his hand across his nose which Kurt thinks is kind of gross but he supposes it’s okay.
“I’ve never played in the sandbox,” the boy says quietly and Kurt raises his eyebrows in surprise. Who’s never played in a sandbox?
“Do you want to come play with me? They might not pick on us if we’re together,” Kurt offers, can’t keep the hope out of his voice. It’s been a long time since he’s had someone to play with, someone to distract him from thoughts of his mom. The boy smiles, gives a small nod.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Great!” Kurt exclaims, jumping to his feet excitedly. The boy hesitates and for a moment Kurt thinks he might change his mind, he pulls up the grass around his feet.
“I can’t see,” the boy whispers, more tears springing to his eyes. “That’s why they took my toys.”
“Oh,” Kurt says, looking at the boy more carefully. He can see now, the way the boys eyes are slightly hazy, the way they move without focusing on anything. He also sees the way the boy’s face falls, the way he clutches his knees tighter to his chest and Kurt just wants him to stop being sad because if he’s sad then he won’t come play with him.
“I can see,” Kurt says suddenly. “I can help you!”
And he grabs the boys hand, curly hair flying everywhere as the boy starts, surprised. The boy grips his hand tentatively and stands, seeming unsure.
“My name’s Kurt. I’m seven,” Kurt introduces himself and the boy smiles and Kurt can see he’s missing a front tooth (and secretly he’s jealous because he hasn’t lost any teeth yet and he really wants money from the tooth fairy).
“I’m Blaine. I’m six,” the boy offers shyly and now that Kurt has a name he decides Blaine might as well be his new best friend.
“Hi Blaine,” Kurt giggles and turns to head back to the sandbox. “Come on, I’ll show you where it is.”
Together they make their way across the playground; Blaine stumbles once in the beginning and after Kurt makes sure to warn him of every possible rock or stick that could get in his way. They sit close together in the sandbox, Blaine’s hands immediately sinking into the sand, his eyes widening. Kurt giggles because Blaine is being silly, sand isn’t that amazing. But Blaine’s running it through his fingers and Kurt pours some into his hands, just to see Blaine smile again because he likes it when Blaine smiles.
“We should build a castle!” Kurt decides and Blaine nods enthusiastically. Blaine is designated to digging the moat where Kurt has outlined and Kurt works on building the castle, gathering leaves and twigs for Blaine to hold that will serve as flags. They work mostly in silence but it’s nice because it’s been so long since Kurt had a friend at the playground with him.
“Your hair is really curly,” Kurt says when the sand castle is almost done because he’s never seen a boy with such curly hair, at least not one who would talk with him. Blaine’s hands go to his hair, tangling self-consciously in the mess.
“My hair is straight,” Kurt supplies, pulling Blaine’s wrist until he sets his hand in Kurt’s hair. “See?”
“My mommy doesn’t like my hair,” Blaine says quietly. “She says it’s too messy.”
Kurt feels that twinge inside him, the one that rises whenever he thinks about his mom.
“Did your mom bring you here?” he asks, poking a hole in the sand castle. Blaine shakes his head.
“No, my brother Cooper did, but I think he went to kiss his girlfriend or something. He’s not very much fun here.” Kurt scrunches up his nose because ew. “Did your mommy bring you here?”
“My mom died,” Kurt answers honestly, staring at the ruined wall of his sand castle and he hits it down.
“Oh,” Blaine says and he looks sad again. “I’m sorry. Are you sad?”
“Yeah,” Kurt says and it feels surprisingly good to be talking about this to someone other than his dad. “I miss her a lot.”
There’s a silence and Kurt digs his fingers into the sand.
“She got sick though and my dad says that she’s in a better place now, so she won’t be sick anymore.”
Blaine nods seriously.
“I got sick too.”
Kurt looks up at the boy beside him, doesn’t understand how someone his age could be sick like his mom was.
“When I was a baby,” Blaine continues, idly burying his toes in the sand. “I got sick and that’s why my mom says my eyes don’t work.”
“What’s it like?” Kurt asks, looking at his new friend with curious interest. Blaine just shrugs.
“I dunno. It’s dark. I wish I had more friends.”
“I can be your friend,” Kurt offers, taking Blaine’s hand in his because he knows smiling won’t mean anything to him.
“Okay,” Blaine agrees and Kurt stands, taking his new responsibility very seriously.
“We should go play on the swings.”
And they spend the afternoon like that, hands linked and smiles sincere. When Kurt knows his dad is going to be getting him they sit on a bench, Kurt swinging his feet. Blaine has a content look on his face, his eyes closed and he looks so much happier than the boy Kurt first saw this morning. So Kurt copies him, lets his eyes shut, like putting a lens cap over his world, and holds Blaine’s hand.
“Watcha doing bud?” his father’s voice asks and Kurt can feel Blaine jump beside him. Kurt just smiles up towards his father’s face, keeps his eyes closed.
“I made a new friend today,” Kurt explains. “His name is Blaine and he can’t see so I don’t want to see either.”
Kurt’s father chuckles, ruffles his hand through Kurt’s hair.
“Nice to meet you, Blaine,” Burt says and Kurt peeks an eye open, watches as Burt gently clasps a hand on Blaine’s shoulder.
“Hi,” Blaine responds shyly and Kurt suddenly feels very proud of his new friend.
“Dad, can Blaine come home with us? I want to show him my sandbox at home!”
Burt laughs again and Kurt opens both eyes, sees the excited look on Blaine’s face and knows this was a good decision.
“I’m sure Blaine has somewhere he needs to be,” Burt says and Blaine’s face falls. “But maybe we can talk to Blaine’s parents and he can come over tomorrow?”
“Yes! Oh and then I can get ready and we can have a tea party and I can show you all my Power Rangers and maybe dad will let us get some ice cream!”
Blaine laughs and Kurt nudges shoulders with his new best friend, hands clasped and not ready to let go for a long time.