Small Kurt scrabbled to his feet after Dave pushed him down. He was hurt and didn't understand why Karofsky would do that.
He rejusted his small bowtie and striaghtened himself up. His mommy told him that he shouldn't let other kids bring him down.
Kurt smiled when he thought about his mommy, he wished she was here with her in the park.
Kurt cringed as he moved his unjured leg.
"Ouch!" Kurt said.
A small boy the same age as Kurt noticed this and walked over to Kurt.
"Hi! What's your name?" The little boy said. He had gelled hair and wore a uniform that was blue and red.
"I am Kurt." said Kurt, smiling.
"My name is Blaine, Blaine anderson. Are you hurt?" He asked kindly.
" Karofsky pushed me." Kurt said, sad.
"That mean Dave! You're very brave Kurt." Blaine said.
Kurt blushed at the compliment.
Blaine helped kurt over to a bench.
"I am going to get my mom." He said.
Kurt smiled his thanks.
When Maria Anderson came, she gasped.
"Oh! Sweet Heart! Are you alright?" She exclaimed.
Kurt liked her, Maria Anderson, was a very kind person.
She took some rubbing alcohol, cotton, and bandages.
When she applied the rubbing alcohol, Blaine hopped on to the bench and held Kurt's hand.
She applied the bandage.
"Alright! You're all patched up! Kurt." Maria said happily then.
"Thank you, Mrs.Anderson! You are very pretty!" Kurt said, and it was true.
She had neatly curled wavy black hair and a gentle smile, her eyes were brown and she wore an elegant dress shirt too.
She was blushing when she spoke.
"Thank you deary! You just made my day now!" She said.
Kurt giggled and Blaine smiled at the sound.
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Kurt was still best friends when they were thirteen.
kurt was anxiously glancing at a math equation then at Blaine, but when Blaine looked up, he looked right back down at the worksheet.
"What's wrong Kurt?" Blaine asked.
"De Rein!" Kurt said, rushing.
Kurt only talked in french to Blaine when they were in French class, studying french, or he was nervous.
Blaine sat up on the park grass.
"We're best friends no matter what right?"Kurt asked.
"Yes." Blaine said.
"Are you agaisnt gay people and rights? " Kurt asked, having difficulty not speaking French.
"No.You know. I am gay." Blaine said.
Kurt's eyes widened then.
Blaine never thought that it would effect Kurt so much.
"Good. Erm Blaine. I am gay too." He said.
Blaine let out a breath and they both gigled.
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Three years later.
"I love you." Blaine said.
Kurt choked on his coffee.
"I love you too." He replied.
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Seven years later
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Will you do me the honour of becoming my husband." Blaine asked.
They were on stage.
And the heavy gelled curly haired, triangular eyebrows, honey brown yellow eyes, beautiful and gorgeous Blaine, was proposing to him.
Kurt didn't answer at first, and Blaine got worried.
Before Blaine could get up,
"YES!YES!YES!YES!" Kurt said, on clouds number nine.
Blaine laughed and everyone appauded.
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The next day.
The magazines have Blaine and Kurts face in the front page, captioned,
Star Blaine Everett Anderson and broadway Kurt Elizabeth Hummel:ENGAGED
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