Carole noticed something different at work today. There was a new boy; Palish, like an angel with soft light brown hair, and beautiful blue eyes. The man holding his hand looked frantic and she couldn't help but smile at the protection of holding his son while he searched the room.

It was a cloudy grey day outside with lots of kids running around the day care centre. Carole had just been teaching a boy how to play cards when she found someone for him to play with the other boy; she left them to walk up to the newcomers.

"Can I help you? Carole walked up smiling at the man and young boy.

"Are you Carole?" The man asked as he put his son on the ground and held the boy's hand.

"That would be me," She replied instantly with a warm smile.

"Listen... I need help, sorry for just barging in here if you do telephone service, someone at work got his hand injured really badly, and I can't leave the boy alone, It might just be a one day thing because I don't have much money for day care, and I prefer to keep the boy safe in a familiar environment, the guy is my apprentice and he is at the hospital at the moment, I really need to go; my son's name is Kurt, Kurt? Say hello,"

The boy he was holding 'Kurt' didn't say anything. The man sighed with a pained look.

"His mother... she... she passed away...4 months ago, he hasn't talked ever since then," Burt struggled to explain.

"I'm so sorry for your loss. My boy Finn lost his father, so I understand how hard it is to raise a kid and lose his father at the same time,... and I'm sure it's hard on you too Mr...,"

"Burt, my name's Burt Hummel, I'm sorry about your husband too Carole,"

"It's been a bit longer for me, I have to admit, but it never gets easy,"

Carole bent down to Kurt's level and smiled as he looked up questionably at the conversation and why she was in front of him.

"Finn has it tough Kurt, without his dad, and I know you miss your mom, but she would want you to smile, and to continue being happy, don't forget that Kurt, because she won't ever forget you, even if she can't be here," Carole patted the boy's heart who seemed to have taken it all in and started to sob.

"Shh…I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you upset Kurt, you alright honey?" Kurt nodded at Carole. Burt put an arm around Kurt and patted his shoulder softly.

"Thank you for your kind words," Burt whispered.

"No problem Burt, how long did you want us to look after Kurt?"

"How much would it cost for an hour?" Burt protectively held onto Kurt's hand tighter.

"Well it's normally $35, for a whole day, but if you really need someone to look after Kurt I'd be happy to do a whole day for $15" Kurt tugged on Burt's arm sucking his thumb.

Burt sighed and crouched down to Kurt's level.

"Come on kiddo, I know you're upset, and I really don't want to leave you, but you have to let go of my arm Kurt, I'll come back for you, I promise,"

Kurt tugged on his arm tighter unsure of the new surrounding. A kid had rushed past him and accidentally pushed Kurt on his side. Kurt gasped.

"Sorry!" The kid yelled about 9 years old as he rushed to the play room.

"James, be careful were you are going!" Carole called.

"Sorry Ms Carole! Sorry I pushed you," The kid yelled back to Carole and Kurt.

Kurt buried his face in Burt's hand.

"I could help you meet some friends here, nicer than James," Carole tried to add.

Kurt buried himself further into Burt's side at the word friends.

"He's very shy," Burt lifted Kurt in his arms easily.

Carole watched with admiration at the fatherly bond they had, even if Burt was the only person Kurt would listen to, they were still sweet together.

"I love you kiddo, you'll be okay, I'll be back as soon as I can, it's just for a day," Burt reassured as he kissed Kurt's cheek who looked up with tears in his eyes.

"Kurt, please don't cry, I love you, I'll be back," Kurt answered with a sad small nod.

"That's my boy, will you look after him? Not too be rude, but I think the others may be a little busy...," Burt looked at the other ladies with the kids playing on the swingsets.

"You have my word," Carole nodded.

"Thank you so much Carole, would you mind if I gave you my number so I can contact you on what's happening?"

"Sure thing, we need it to ensure Kurt's safety of getting home anyway,"

Burt nodded in agreement.

They exchanged numbers; Burt handed over the money as Kurt tugged on his shirt.

"Kurt sweetie, come here," Carole lifted out a hand. Kurt looked pleadingly at his father, but didn't say anything.

"Go on kiddo, I'm proud of you okay, it'll be okay," Burt ruffled the boy's hair who looked shocked but took Carole's hand hesitatingly.

"I love you Kurt, remember that, thank you Carole!"

"You're welcome, I'll take good care of him, now you better hurry of, but feel free to call if you want to check on him," Carole smiled pleasantly.

Carole watched as Burt took off glancing back at Kurt with a wave and mouthed a thank you to Carole.

It was going to be an interesting day at The Hudson Day Care centre.

"What would you like to do Kurt," Carole smiled kneeling next to the young boy, who started to get tears in his eyes again looking where his father left.

"Aww sweetie, come here," Carole held out her arms. Kurt just stood there. Her arms dropped.

Carole pulled out a wet tissue from the bench on the right side of the day care centre and cleaned Kurt's tears.

"There we go, you look much prettier without tears," Carole smiled warmly at the boy who sat on the carpet crossing his legs.

Carole sighed. She picked up the book 'Peter Pan'.

"Would you like me to read to you?"

Silence.

Carole sat down crossing her legs like Kurt on the carpet and patted the spot next to her gently. Kurt stayed put. The other children headed out for lunch outside.

"You're a stubborn one aren't you, would you like me to get you lunch?" Carole chuckled.

Silence. Kurt shook his head. Kurt looked like a beautiful broken angel Carole decided with a sigh.

"I know it's tough Kurt, but people care about you, you're father cares about you, so do I,"

Kurt looked down at his toes and let his head drop.

"It's okay Kurt, just be yourself whenever you're ready okay sweetie?" Carole cut up some banana she had for her lunch and put it on a plate.

She poured a glass of milk into a plastic cup from the fridge and put the cup and the plate in front of Kurt on a tray with some fruit and biscuits.

Carole wasn't supposed to be working today, she was just coming in to check on her employees, but when Burt came in with Kurt she couldn't refuse, she also had a feeling Kurt would be terrified of the other children outside. Her boy Finn was at a friends place anyway, so she new he wouldn't be picked up to after 3pm.

"Just eat when you feel like it sweetie, I'll read to you while you do,"

Carole sighed as the boy stayed in his original position hugging his legs.

"Wendy, John, and Michael Darling lived in London. One night, Wendy woke to find a strange boy sitting on the floor who was crying, My name is Wendy," she said. "Who are you? Why are you crying? I'm Peter Pan," the boy replied. "I'm crying because my shadow won't stick to me."

Carole told the story as Kurt crawled a little closer. She looked at him to see him glancing at the pictures in interest. Carole smiled.

"Don't cry," Wendy said. "We can fix that." And she sewed Peter's shadow to the tips of his shoes. Peter was delighted.

"Fly back to Neverland with me and my fairy, Tinker Bell," Peter begged. "You could be our mother and take care of us."

"Can you teach me to fly?" Wendy asked. Peter nodded. Carole continued. Kurt held onto a pillow. Carole gently moved towards him to show him the pictures of Wendy, Tinkerbell and Peter.

"Let's wake John and Michael," Wendy said. "You can teach us all to fly and then we will leave for Neverland !"

The children were soon flying around the room. then—Swoosh ! Out the window they all flew.

Kurt leaned over and let his head drop on Carole's shoulder. She looked at him in surprise and smiled.

She picked Kurt up gently carrying him towards where they kept the beds for nap time. There were only few in there so she put Kurt closely towards her office just right outside and tucked him in the blankets. She picked up a bear from the shelf and placed it in Kurt's hand that he wasn't currently sucking in his mouth.

"Such a sweet boy," Carole whispered stroking Kurt's hair smoothly. Kurt crawled himself further into the blanket.

A buzz came out of her pocket.

Carole took out her phone and saw a message from Burt.

How's he doing?Burt messaged.

Just fell asleep, he looked exhausted, I read him the beginning of Peter Pan

Carole replied watching the boy with a smile as she texted.

His mother would have done the same thing, has...Kurt said anything? He talks sometimes when really necessary…like sometimes when we go shopping. I'm surprised you managed to get him to sleep, he refused to at home.

No... he's still a silent lamb, but he looks just like an angel, would you like a picture?

Yes please. I miss him already, and the mother of the young 20 year old of my apprentice looks like she wants to press chargers, I honestly did not know how badly he was hurt, I was worried about Kurt at the time, the mother said that my employees should be first priority and that Kurt is not as important.

That's absurd! You have every right to be worried about Kurt, while at work, it'd be awful of a father to abandon him around such dangerous...wait what do you do?

I work in a garage, I fix cars

Ah...well then see you have every right to look after Kurt around dangerous equipment, she is just over protective
of her son.

Thank you Carole

You're welcome Burt, he really is a shy kid.

Yeah... he used to like tea parties too, so maybe you can give him one of those? I honestly have no idea what kids like

Carole smiled.

I'd love to give him one, I'll get back to you soon Burt, sending you the photo.

~Takes photo of sleepy Kurt on the iphone~

~Press send~

I just want what's best for my son, he's so precious to me Carole, look at him!

How can you not love him?

I'm glad, he needs all the love in the world. He's perfect Burt.

Burt came back 2 hours later and found Kurt still sleeping.

He picked him up carefully and smiled at Carole.

"Thank you,"

"My pleasure, he was no trouble at all,"

"Come on kiddo, wake up,"

Kurt shifted in his sleep and woke up with a start when he noticed he wasn't on the ground.

His blue eyes looked up at Burt and threw his arms around his father's neck.

"I missed you too kiddo,"

Burt heaved Kurt comfortably against his chest.

"Have a good time with Mrs Carole?"

Kurt nodded.

"Would you like to come back?"

Kurt nodded again.

Carole smiled victoriously.

"Would you mind, if I brought him in tomorrow? I don't want the same thing happening tomorrow and Kurt hates getting grease in his hair from the cars, don't you kiddo?" Burt chuckled as Kurt nodded again. Kurt did a small yawn as Burt smiled towards Carole as he leaned his head on Burt's shoulder.

"I'd love him to come tomorrow," I start work early if you'd like to come by around 10am, hows that sound?"

"Sounds perfect,"

"Alright then I'll see you tomorrow morning,"

Kurt had been visiting Mrs Carole a lot after the first time he went there. He frequently went back to the garage with Burt, but Burt could see the tension between Kurt and the workers. They didn't all get along well, they smirked about the clothes Kurt wore and how he didn't speak; he didn't want his employees picking on Kurt in anyway, since he couldn't afford to fire people, he thought it best to keep Kurt away from the rude remarks and in the safe hands of Carole, besides Carole made a deal for Kurt to go for $15 from day one. One day she was going to bring Finn in as well.

She loved Kurt as much as her own son. Burt was also impressed on how she managed to fatten him up again after his mother died. Kurt still hasn't spoken much, but he was healthy, and that's all that mattered to him. Kurt even smiled a bit now. Burt had missed that smile so much.

Kurt woke up during his naptime. He heard a boy scream. Not many people normally slept in naptime with him, Mrs Carole always made sure he was alone. Anxious Kurt got out of the warm covers in the dark room to follow the sound. It was coming from a boy with curly dark brown hair who was shaking violently on the carpet floor with the blankets being kicked of. Kurt was worried. The boy looked so pretty, he didn't want the boy to be screaming, it made his heart ache.

Kurt rushed to Mrs Carole's office and pounded on the door. Carole opened it up confused when she saw Kurt's frightful expression.

"What is it hon?"

Kurt grabbed her hand and pulled her to the boy who was shaking violently in his sleep. The boy was shaking in his pajamas.

"Blaine," Carole realised as she shook him gently.

"Come on honey wake up, it's just a nightmare," Carole repeated.

Blaine didn't wake up. Blaine was tossing from side to side; sweat pouring of his little head while also whimpering.

"Kurt honey, wait here for me, be careful with him, I'm going to ring his parents," Kurt nodded as she left.

Kurt crawled over to the other side of the boy and watched his face, which wore a pained expression and took his hand concerned when it tried to reach for something. He thought for a moment trying to remember what his mother did when he was upset or what his dad did. Kurt shook Blaine softly. He didn't wake up. The screams were horrifying. The boy was trying to shove Kurt away with his hand.

"No mommy, no…" Blaine mumbled. Kurt's eyes went wide as he listened to Blaine sleep talk. Kurt jumped at another attack, but tears started to get in his eyes as he listening to Blaine beg tiredly.

"No, no more, no, please,"

"He needs your help! What do you mean you can't come?" Carole's voice echoed from the office. Kurt never heard Mrs Carole yell before. Blaine finally woke up at Carole's voice; startled to see a pair of blue eyes staring back at him.

They watched each other silent for a moment before Blaine started crying. Kurt moved over gently and wiped his tears with his fingers trying to calm him down. He hated crying, and he was sure it made Blaine feel bad too.

"You're okay," Kurt whispered. Talking more than he usually did. Blaine blinked at the beautiful voice and the beautiful boy sitting with him. Surprised at his own boldness to speak up Kurt blinked back, and smiled softly at Blaine, he felt his cheeks and his ears growing hot.

"So…sorry," Blaine shook violently when he noticed the saw red mark on Kurt's arm where he had hit him in his sleep. Kurt decided his voice sounded sweet.

"It's fine," Kurt whispered rubbing his arm.

"I did it…I…I shouldn't," Blaine touched the mark gently and shivered.

"Hey…it's k, you were having a bad dream," Kurt insisted.

Blaine nodded tearfully.

"Ca…can I hold you? To stop you…shaking? I always get hold when I'm upset," Kurt's voice squeaked a little. Kurt looked down for a minute ashamed of how weak he sounded but looked up as Blaine nodded with tears in his eyes. Kurt smiled.

"Ye…yes please," Blaine whispered.

"You… you're okay Blaine," Kurt repeated nodding to ensure he was safe there as he pulled Blaine gently into a hug.

"I am so bad…," Blaine whispered.

"Sh…don't…don't talk like that," Kurt stuttered wrapping his arms around Blaine who was smaller than him, so they fit well like a jigsaw puzzle.

Blaine buried his curls on top of Kurt's head and Kurt held onto Blaine tightly. Blaine let his arms fall around Kurt's waist.

"I won't hurt you," Kurt whispered. Blaine nodded sighing as he finally relaxed in the embrace. That was how Carole found them.

She smiled.

Guess who found a friend.

Burt looked at his phone which had buzzed out of no where.

There was one message with a photo attached. He looked at it and saw Kurt enveloped in another boys arm. They looked peaceful.

Kurt? Who's the kid? Burt replied.

Blaine Anderson, his mother is a jerk, he woke up screaming; only Kurt could calm him down.

Really? How? Do they know each other?

I let Blaine sleep in the same naptime as Kurt because the other kids picked on Blaine for screaming in his sleep, I don't know why I just had to do something Burt, he is so fragile. Kurt just…I don't know what happened, one minute I was shouting at Blaine's mother, the next I come out to find them hugging.

That's typical of Kurt to hug a stranger…but the kid is if you say fragile like Kurt is, maybe its fate

Maybe…. They do look cute together though.

Burt confused looked at the photo again and nodded. He then remembered Carole couldn't see him.

I'm not sure if I should be worried about this or not, this kid…Kurt seems attached to, but this could be the beginning of a new chapter for Kurt. He needs friends Carole…by the sound of Blaine's position he does too.

Wise words Burt. Very wise.