KinderDalton
Media: Fic
Title: KinderDalton
Rating: G
Spoilers: Character spoilers for 3x15.
Word Count: ~700
Summary: Blaine's got a past at Dalton that Cooper is so happy to show Kurt. Even if it only takes one page of the scrapbook.
A/N: Baby!Blaine’s boy tie was Warbler/Dalton colors. Natalie (comesatyoufast.tumblr.com) put this idea in my head. It’s sort of- read: totally and completely- crackish and full of non-canon. Enjoy!
Blame her.
I own about...nothing. Quick, un-beta-d. Love you guys and wasn’t that episode magical oh my god.
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Cooper didn’t waste any time busting out the pictures. Kurt was sitting for all of five minutes before the older Anderson shoved a well-worn book into his hands. He bounced on the couch next to an embarrassed and blushing Blaine, with wide eyed enthusiasm.
“Open it, Kurt. C’mon, there’s only so much brotherly bonding I can do while you’re here,” he nudged his brother, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, “before Blainey here takes you off somewhere less populated by an amazing and handsome older Anderson.” And there’s the wink.
“Let’s just get it over with, yeah? So he’ll,” Blaine pointed, sternness belied by the wide smirk breaking into his cheeks, with his finger at Cooper’s shoulder, “leave us alone.”
Kurt sighed, made a show to roll his eyes to the back of his head, but opened the book anyway. First picture had him already in giggles: Blaine, about five or six years old, sitting next to a group of children around his age: one short, thin blond boy, one shaggy-haired brunette and an asian child.
After the tears were wiped from his cheeks- because, honestly, Blaine, you were wearing ties at the age of six, with sweater vests; no wonder you won’t let me dress you, you’re too stuck in your ways- he actually paid attention to the picture. The matching colors on each of the boys’ shirts.
Realization was something like a high-f to an unsuspecting audience member: shocking and a little dizzying.
“Did Dalton have a...kindergarten?” Kurt asked slowly, not even sure of the words as he spoke.
Cooper nodded, the mischievous gleam bright in his eye. “And the Boys got into a lot of trouble back in the day.” Kurt just felt the capital letters in the sentence.
“‘Boys’?”
“Don’t you recognize them?” Blaine pointed to the other children in the picture. “That’s Jeff, Nick and Wes.” Kurt sighed.
“Yes, honey, I know that, but, what, did you “boys” have a gang or something?” The air quotes didn’t have the same impact as the capitalization, Cooper made a point to say that.
“Oh, shut up, Coop.” Kurt said, leaning towards Blaine, who sat next to his brother with a self-satisfied smile. Take that one as a point for Team B.
“We hung around day-care together. And, yes, we had bow ties. Nick’s mother sews and she thought it would have been cute to make us all one. Wes rarely wore his, Nick’s was eaten by his cat, I think, and Jeff started putting it in his hair, so his dad took it away.”
Blaine shrugged, as if to say, what can you do?
“He stole mine, though. Kept saying the colors were better on him.” Kurt nodded. The navy and red had done nice things to the pale boy’s overall look.
“Tell him about the times you were in the sandbox. Or the time Nick thought your scarf was choking you, tried to help, but ended up knocking your head through a corkboard wall. Or when Mom wouldn’t let you wear the sweater-vest and you refused to go out. Or, no,” the couch shook with the excitement of Cooper’s ramblings, “definitely tell him about when Wes decided that he was going to start carrying the tiny hammer and bang it on everyone’s heads when they would talk.”
Blaine drug a hand down his face, pulling at his eyes and lips, blushing furiously.
Kurt couldn’t breathe, he was laughing so hard.
Doubled over the page, every time Kurt would open his eyes, he would see the Boys- now capitalized in his head, too, Thanks, Cooper- in the picture, and start anew with a batch of laughter.
Cooper looked innocently at Blaine. “What?” He got a pointed look. “You were adorable, Blaine. C’mon.” He wrapped an arm around Blaine’s shoulders and squeezed, careful to avoid Kurt’s still-shaking form.
“Where the hell did it go?” He got a pillow to the face for that one.
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