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Ah, the title says it all!


"Are you ready for today bud?" Drew asked, his gaze briefly finding his son before it returned to the eggs he was cooking.

"Of course I'm ready!" He beamed, despite the slightly early hour. "I can't wait to see all of my friends again, and learn new stuff!"

"I wish I had been this excited about school when I was your age." Drew chuckled.

"How could I not be excited?" He asked, gesturing wildly with his hands. "I get to start science classes! I'll get to learn about the stars and space!"

"See, this is why I say you're more like me than mom."

He giggled, an undeniably adorable smile on his thin face. "But I look more like Mom!"

"Which isn't a bad thing at all, she's absolutely gorgeous."

"Oh hush hon." Melisa says, laughing softly.

"Morning mom!" He stated happily.

"Morning Angel." She says sweetly, placing a kiss on his head. "Did you pack his lunch yet?" She directed towards her husband.

"Yup." Drew winked with a cheeky grin.

"You're such a goofball." She teased as she opened the fridge, looking for the orange juice; pouting when she couldn't find it. "Hey hon?"

"Already poured and on the table." Drew comments, picking up the pan and skidding the eggs onto the three plates on the table, which already had toast and sausage links on it.

"You're really on top of things today, what changed?" She questioned with pursed lips as she sat on her chair.

Drew shrugs. "This little guy was up two hours ago and I thought I'd be nice and make breakfast for everyone."

"Well thank you hon."

"Love ya baby." He says, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

"Love ya too." She grins.

"Ewww! You guys are so gross." Kurt says, sticking out his tongue.

"Oh hush, one day you'll find a girl and you'll kiss her too."

"But girls are gross."

"You say that now." Drew chuckled. "You say that now."

Melisa laughs quietly. "Hurry up and eat bud, the bus will be here in like ten minutes."

He devours his food and hops out his chair to grab his shoes from the foyer. He plopped down onto the ground and shoved his feet in his shoes; lazily tying the shoe laces. He hopped up from the ground and ran towards the kitchen, but quickly end up on the floor with a small Yelp.

Drew was quickly in the doorway of the kitchen, worry evident in his eyes. Kurt giggled as he glanced up at his dad.

"You okay bud?" Drew questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah! Of course!" He giggled as jumped up and ran past his dad, plopping back onto his chair and kicking his feet up on the table, the shoelaces hanging loose, having come untied.

"Didn't tie your shoes?" Drew asked with a chuckle.

"No! I did!" He protested, his hands on his hips. "They just weren't tied well."

"Or at all." Melisa laughs, tying the young boy's shoes for him. "Feet off the table." She says, shoving his feet gently.

"Hey, bus will be here any second, you need to get moving." Drew says, handing him his blue backpack, which was covered in yellow stars, and his lunch box, which matched the backpack.

"Bye sweetie, I love you." Melisa says, kissing his head.

"Have a good day bud." Drew adds, ruffling his hair.

"Love you guys!" He shouts as he heads towards the door. "Don't forget I have practice after school!" He shouted as he shut the door behind him.

He skipped down the sidewalk, stopping at the edge of the sidewalk. He looked down the street and saw the bus coming down the street slowly. As the bus came to a stop, he bounded up the steps and say next to a black haired boy.

"Kurt!" The boy said cheerily.

"Vechs!" He replied, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Glad my dad got a job closer to your school so we had to move."

"Yeah, now you'll have to work with me instead of against me."

"That might be hard to do." Vechs giggled, his head tilting to the side slightly as a goofy smile graced his lips.

He bumped shoulders with Vechs, a grin spread across his face. "I think we'll make a great team."

"As long as coach agrees."

"He sure is a grouch, isn't he?" He chuckled.

"The biggest." Vechs groaned. "Can you believe he's making us practice the first day back to school."

"The vie of this guy, am I right?"

"Oh well, at least it'll be fun."

"Isn't he naming captain tonight?" He questioned curiously.

"Yeah he is, I bet you'll get it."

"Eh, I don't think so. It'll probably go to Nebs, he's far better than me."

"He is not!" Vechs says, giving Kurt a stern look. "He may be a good tackler, but you, you are one freaking amazing quarterback."

"Oh hush." He playfully hit Vechs' shoulder.

They pulled up to the school and shuffled off of the school bus with everyone else.

"Who's your teacher?" Vechs asks as they walk into the school side by side.

"Mrs. Bouni."

"Oh dude! Same!"

"Sweet!"

"Just imagine the luck."

"I mean, statistically, there are three teachers in total for the forth grade, so I'm not surprised."

"You need to quit it with your smart butt self."

"Hey now, I can't help that I got the brains." He snickered. "All you got was the evilness."

"Dang right I did." Vechs smirked. "But I could've gone for some of that smartness, and good looks. I mean, come on dude, the girls totally dig that brown hair, blue eyes thing man."

"Ew, like I'd want to have any girls, they're gross."

"Naw man, girls are great."

"Well, you can have all the girls then."

Vechs just smiled goofily as they approached the classroom. "You'll change your mind one day, I'm sure of it."

"You know, my dad said something very similar this morning."

"He is a smart man then."

"He is indeed."

Date: Sunday, August 7th, 2016 05:50 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I will forever love any story in which the mindcrackers are little kids. (::)
-Observing Anon

Date: Monday, August 8th, 2016 02:03 am (UTC)
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It's nice to see Kurt and Vechs as friends in this story, it's a good dynamic :D

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