Fun and Funky Field Day was the best day of the year by far. You only had to go to class at the beginning and end of the day, and the rest of the time you got to run around with your partner outside and play games. Then at lunch, there were hotdogs, chips, ice cream, and chocolate milk. Normally, Kurt would never eat hotdogs and chips, but today was Fun and Funky Field Day. There was something about the day that made Kurt want to do everything he'd never dreamed of doing before.

That's another reason why Kurt was wearing a T-shirt to school today. Kurt hated wearing simple things like his khaki shorts and Wicked T-shirt to school, he preferred his silk button-downs or his sweaters, but on Fun and Funky Field Day, he couldn't risk getting them ruined. There would be a lot of playing today. Plus, Kurt was going over to Blaine's house after dinner tonight. Kurt loved going to Blaine's house. It was really big, and there was so much stuff to do!

Eager to get the day going, Kurt ran upstairs and nearly tackled his dad in the kitchen.

"Daddy! Daddy, we have to go! It's Fun and Funky Field Day!"

"Whoa," Burt said, being careful not to spill his coffee as the small body rammed into him. "Calm down, kiddo, you haven't even eaten breakfast yet!"

With the energy that only a child could have in the morning, Kurt ran over to the cereal cupboard and pulled out the Honey-Nut Cheerios. Setting the box on the kitchen table, the small boy dragged a chair over to the counter and climbed on, using it as a stepping stool to reach his favorite blue cereal bowl. He climbed down from the chair and set the bowl on it, then dashed over to the silverware drawer to grab a spoon. Dropping that in the bowl, Kurt lugged the milk carton out of the fridge and set that on the chair, too.

Burt smiled into his coffee cup as he watched his son push the full chair over to the table, and start preparing his own breakfast. It was something he decided to start doing at some point last year, when he'd come home from a sleepover at Blaine's house.

When Kurt was beginning to struggle with the nearly-full milk carton, his mom appeared behind him and swooped it from his failing grasp, pouring it onto his cereal for him.

"Thanks, mommy," Kurt tilted his chin up to smile at her.

"You're welcome, baby," Elizabeth placed a kiss on his hair before moving to replace the milk in the fridge.

Kurt ate his cereal quickly and carefully, not wanting to spill anything, while his parents watched him with smiles. When he finished, Kurt stood up on his tip-toes to drop the bowl in the sink. Grabbing his bag from the living room, he ran back into the kitchen.

"Come on, Dad!" he said, pulling on his father's hand. Burt chuckled.

"You go out to the car, and I'll be out in just a minute, alright? It's unlocked."

"Okay! Bye, Momma!" Kurt hugged and kissed his mother before sprinting out the door.

"Bye, baby, have fun at school!" Elizabeth continued smiling until her son was out of sight, then she slumped back against the counter, exhaustion making itself known in her eyes. "When are we going to tell him?" she questioned her husband, who put an arm around her shoulder.

"I'm not sure yet."

"Burt... Burt, what if I don't make it?" her eyes filled with tears, she pressed her face into her husband's shirt.

"Shhh... Don't think about that right now. Just go try to get some more sleep."

"Daaaaaad! We're gonna be late!"

XOXOX

By lunchtime, Kurt and Blaine had gotten through more than half of the games. They knew from experience that you had to start with the Giant Ball, because it was the best, and if you waited, the line would stretch on forever. When you played the Giant Ball game, you literally tried to balance on a ball that was five feet tall. If you stayed on longer than thirty seconds, Mr. Farley would start kicking the ball in attempts to get you to fall off. Kurt lasted for twenty five seconds. Blaine lasted for forty.

They spent the rest of the day playing other games like the Spear-Chucker Challenge and Tricycle Race. Kurt was extremely happy that he never had a run-in with Dave, who although in another class this year, still picked on him at recess sometimes, and who would also be out playing games.

Later, when Kurt got home, his mom helped him pack his bag for Blaine's house that night. Kurt spoke excitedly about getting wet during one of the games, and how he taught Blaine how to eat his hotdog without getting ketchup all over his face. At one point, Mrs. Hummel sat down on her son's bed and yawned. Kurt stopped mid sentence and looked at his mommy. He crawled up onto the bed with her and curled into her side.

"Are you okay, Momma?" he asked, voice sweet as sugar. "You're not usually tired before dinnertime."

'How observant,' Elizabeth smiled proudly down at her son. "I just didn't sleep very well last night," she said aloud.

"Did you have a bad dream? I can sleep with you if you want, the way you do for me when I have a bad dream." Tears welled in Elizabeth's eyes.

"No, it wasn't a bad dream," she said quietly, her voice cracking a little. She pulled her son into her lap and held him close.

"Then what was it, Momma?" Kurt actually reached up and brushed one of her tears away. Kurt never knew mommies cried, too.

"Burt?" Kurt's mom rose her voice to carry down the hall. Kurt was confused. Why was she calling for Daddy?

"Yeah?"

"Would you come in here please?"

Elizabeth scooted back on the bed and pressed a kiss to the top of her sons head before setting him down on the mattress in front of her. Kurt placed his hands on the sheets, balancing himself as the mattress wiggled, still utterly confused.

"What do you need?" Burt's head poked through the door.

"I think we need to tell him," his wife replied, looking up. Burt surveyed the scene for a moment, looking back and forth between his son and his wife.

"Are you sure now's a good time?" he asked, worried about how his son would take it.

"I think if we put it off any longer it's just going to make things worse," Elizabeth told him.

"But what if—"

"I want to know," a small voice cut in, and both adults looked to their son, who was looking down at his hands in his lap. They looked at each other again, Mrs. Hummel with a pleading expression, and Burt nodded. He joined the pair on the bed, and Kurt looked up.

"Kurt," his father began slowly. "Do you know what cancer is?"

XOXOX

Later that evening, Kurt and Blaine were sitting in Blaine's tree house, reading books and coloring and talking, when Blaine noticed Kurt was staring out the little window. The smaller boy tilted his curly head to the side, wondering what could get his friend so lost in thought. Kurt had his chin in his hand with his elbow on the table, just looking at the sky. His picture of Cinderella and the Prince was only half finished.

'I want to find a prince like him someday,' Kurt had told him once.

'Me too.'

"Hey Kurt?" Blaine asked, but didn't get a response. "Kuuuurt." Blaine waved a hand in front of his friends face, finally catching his attention.

"H-what?" The taller boy asked, shaking his head a little.

"Are you okay? You've been really quiet all day," Blaine said, looking a little worried.

"Yeah, I just... I was just thinking about something my mom and dad told me before I came over," Kurt said quietly looking down at his hands.

"What'd they say?"

Kurt looked at the smaller boy, seeing confusion in his eyes. Kurt couldn't help but think that that's probably how he had looked to his parents earlier. He hadn't been planning on telling anyone, but he could tell Blaine, right? Blaine could keep a secret. Kurt bit his lip and looked down again.

"Do you know what cancer is?" He asked the other, mimicking his father's words from earlier.

"Not really. I hear it's real bad though. That people die from it," Blaine said, still confused. Kurt's eyes started to water, and he nodded.

"My... my parents told m-me that my mom has b-breast cancer," Kurt told him. Kurt didn't really understand it yet, but he did know that it was really, really bad. A tear slid down his nose and landed on Cinderella's lass slipper. Kurt wished his fairy godmother would appear and fix everything.

"Does that mean she..." Blaine trailed off, his green eyes wide with shock.

"She m-might," Kurt replied, wiping his eyes. "They don't kn-know." Kurt began to cry harder then. He was just as quiet, but the tears were flowing at a more rapid pace, his whole body shaking. His mommy couldn't leave him. She just couldn't. Kurt needed his mommy.

"Hey," Kurt felt Blaine's arms wrap around him and he froze, unsure of what to do. "Do you want a Redvine?"

"What are those?" Kurt sniffled.

"Redvines are my favorite candy. Whenever I get sad, my dad gives me one. They're so yummy that you forget why you were sad in the first place!" Blaine smiled, taking the taller boy's hand.

"That sounds nice," Kurt said, allowing himself to be towed from the tree house.

XOXOX

When Kurt and Blaine were all tucked in bed, Blaine's mom came into the room, phone in hand.

"Kurt, sweetie? You're dad's on the phone," she said. Kurt pulled his hands out from under the covers and reached out for it.

"Hi, Daddy," he said softly.

"Hey, buddy. Are you having fun at Blaine's?"

"Mm hmm," Kurt replied, nodding sleepily although his dad couldn't see.

"Alright, I was just calling to check up on you. I know you got some really big news today," his father said, concern thick in his voice. "Are you feeling okay? If you want me to come get you, I will."

"It's okay Daddy, you don't have too."

"You sure, buddy?"

"Yeah, Dad. I'm fine."