"Dad.. No, dad!" Kurt Hummel screamed and yanked away from the two doctors holding him back. He ran to his cold, dead father who was laying on the bed like he was just sleeping. But he wasn't. "Dad! Dad, wake up!" Kurt sobbed into the sheets, while the doctors grabbed him again. "NO!" He screamed.

Kurt, 13, twisted and turned in his uncomfortable bed.

Kurt kicked and thrashed, knocking his pillows off the bed.

"Mom!" Kurt screamed in his sleep, unaware that he was waking all the other kids in his room. They stared at him as he continued to dream.

"Kurt?" A girl's voice came through the darkness. "Kurt, Kurt, wake up!"

"Yeah, dude!" Another voice said.

"He's crying!"

"Good," a voice snickered. There was a loud smack. "Ow! Fuck you, Quinn!"

"Fuck me?" The first girl's voice said. "I dare you!" There was rustling heard as she escaped her sheets. She poked Kurt's cheek. "Kurt?"

".. Ugly.." Kurt murmured, turning in his bed. He knocked Quinn off and she fell to the ground with a crash.

"He called me ugly!" Quinn exclaimed.

"Because you are," the snickering voice pointed out, laughing.

"Guys!" A tiny voice called. "We're gonna get in trouble!"

"Oh, shut up, Sugar!"

"Make me, Puck!"

"You're a jerk, Puck," Quinn said. "Shut up, both of you. Kurt's dreaming, I think!"

"About what?" Sugar asked.

"Who cares?" Puck growled. "I just wanna sleep."

"Oh, put a sock in it, boy!"

"Mercedes? You're awake?"

"Yes!" Mercedes said. "What's wrong with Kurt?"

Kurt felt warm tears slide down his cheeks as he woke up. "Dad?" He asked into the darkness.

"Kurt!" The voices chorused.

Kurt blinked his eyes open, clearing tears and adjusting to the darkness. He saw the dark outline of Mercedes, the skinny frame of Quinn, the small figure and pigtails on Sugar, and the mohawk sticking from Puck's head. He smiled lightly. "Hey, guys."

"We thought you died and had a heart attack!" Sugar piped.

"No we didn't," Quinn rolled her eyes. "He's thirteen, dufus. He can't have a heart attack."

"I think it's possible," Mercedes shrugged.

"Well-" Quinn cut in. "We thought you were having a bad dream."

"I.. I was," Kurt admitted. "About my father.. Well, my parents, and coming to the orphanage. I remembered how ugly Ms. Chava was.. But.. I remembered my parents death.."

The room went silent. Everyone at the orphanage knew what he meant. Everyone there had lost their family, parents, or gaurdians. That's how they ended up together. Someone always had a bad dream about long lost ones. It was common. "I'm sorry guys," Kurt finally whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you all up."

"It's okay," Sugar piped up. "I love being woken up. I had a dream last night about a bunch of red ants trying to.." She launched into her dream, but Kurt was barely listening. He stared outside the window, staring at the moonlit city. He sighed sadly, dreaming of a happy home with two parents, a brother, a sister, a dog or cat.. Just a family. A family is all Kurt ever wanted, what he ever dreamed of.

"Kurt, what about you?" Mercedes' voice cut into his dreaming.

"What?" Kurt asked, jumping. "I'm sorry.. I.. I wasn't paying attention."

"What do you want in a family?"

"I have a family," Kurt said. "You guys. Sugar, Puck, Mercedes, Quinn.. You're all I've ever wanted. I could stay here at the orphanage all my life."

"We're gonna get adopted some day, though," Sugar pointed out. "I bet my mom will be beautiful."

"I want a brother," Kurt finally said. "A brother and a dog."

Quinn, Puck, Mercedes and Sugar all nodded in agreement as they set their heads down to rest for the night.

"A brother and a dog," Kurt repeated softly, before plopping back into bed. He closed his eyes, seeing a black, fluffy dog jump around his feet in a backyard. He saw two parents watching him and his.. Older brother lovingly. Kurt woke up suddenly. He couldn't sleep at all. He saw Mercedes fiddling with her pillow, Sugar sucking her thumb, Quinn snoring softly, and Puck half off the bed. Kurt waited until everyone was asleep, before climbing to the ground from his top bunk. He got down on his knees, in front of the window, and shut his eyes tight.

"Dear Lord," he whispered. "I don't even know if you're there, or if you're listening or whatever.. I don't usually pray and I don' know how to do this. But if you're up there, watching me or potecting me or whatever you do.. I.. I want to ask you a favor." He paused, taking a deep breath. "I pretty, pretty, pretty super ooper please want a family. A nice one. With a brother and a dog." Kurt opened his eyes with a startled gasp as he felt someone crawl beside him.

"Me too," Puck whispered.

"Amen," they chorused.