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Kurt scooted closer as Blaine opened the book between them, the fresh crisp pages smelling beautifully of ink and new paper, and began to read aloud, one small finger following doggedly under the words. “There once was a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid…”

Kurt peered over Blaine’s shoulder to look at the beautiful pictures, his thumb slowly sliding into his mouth. Blaine read cheerfully, stumbling over the words in happy abandon.

“‘What is REAL?’ asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side on the nursery fender, before Nana came in to tidy the room.” He used a soft high voice for the velveteen rabbit, his little nose twitching in imitation of a bunny. Kurt giggled around his thumb in his mouth.

Blaine beamed at that, then turned back to the book. “'Real isn’t how you’re made,’ said the Stick Horse, 'it’s a thing that happens to you.’” He dropped his voice down, low and slow. “'It’s a thing that happens to you.’”

Goodnight by Keitorin Asthore, Chapter 7

My hastily put together contribution to this Klaine Week, day one:

Klaine as children/babies. :D

I couldn’t come up with an idea so I combined it with my long desire to make a Fanart to this amazing, amazing fanfiction. Read it now if you haven’t yet (though Klaine is not the main focus but Burt/Kurt is).