He grew closer to Blaine and they spent a lot of time together. Blaine came around his house, sometimes staying over on a weekday instead of boarding at Dalton. Elizabeth loved Blaine. She found him sweet and charming and he was good boy and glad that he was such a good friend to Kurt.

Kurt was happy again. He was now a healthy weight once again and was eating regular meals. So it was a surprise to Elizabeth when Kurt came to her on a Saturday morning and asked if he could come to her music lesson that she was teaching.

She agreed and the trip to the music centre was in silence and when they got there Kurt curled himself up on the couch that was in the corner and started on his homework while Elizabeth took her first student of the day.

As she taught, she noticed that Kurt would look at his phone, wince and then put it away before finally switching it off.

She finally got a hour lunch break and she took Kurt's books and marched him to the cafeteria. She bought them lunch and they took a seat at a small table and Elizabeth stared at her son.

"What's wrong?" she asked, straight to the point.

"I'm fine," Kurt told her and she shook her head.

"The last time you said you were fine, you had been threatened to be killed," Elizabeth pointed out sternly. "Are you getting bullied at Dalton?"

"What? No!" Kurt cried and Elizabeth saw that he was sincere.

"Then what is it?" Elizabeth asked. "You know you can tell me anything." She added softly.

"I'm undesirable," Kurt murmured, stabbing at his lunch forcefully.

"What makes you think that?" Elizabeth asked patiently.

"I overheard Blaine telling Wes and David that we were nothing but friends and that's all we would ever be," Kurt sadly and Elizabeth heart missed a beat. She knew what it was like – to know that your crush didn't return your feelings.

"You like Blaine," Elizabeth confirmed and Kurt nodded, flushing but looking devastated. "He'll come around. If it was meant to be it will be. I didn't like your father at first."

Kurt looked up sharply at this. "What?"

"I met your father at collage," Elizabeth smiled. "We ran into each other on campus. He was taking a business course and I was studying music. At first I thought he was one of those men. You know – still stuck in their high school ways, thought they were top dog and they would own the world."

Kurt cringed at this but Elizabeth smiled reassuringly.

"Then one day, I dropped all my music sheets and they scattered in the wind. You dad came and helped me pick them all up. Mellencamp he said. That was his favourite band." Kurt smiled at this. "It took him another three weeks to ask me out. Apparently he been watching me for some time but didn't have the courage to talk to me." Kurt had a dreamy smile on his face as she spoke and wished that his dad was still alive.

"I was in love with him after our first date and knew that I would marry him one day and have a beautiful family with him and I did," Elizabeth smiled at Kurt who grinned back. "Don't give up hope. And remember, you didn't hear all the conversation so you can't judge until you know everything." Kurt nodded. His mother was right. She always was. "So why don't you turn you phone back on and message Blaine back."

Elizabeth smirked and Kurt's eyes grew wide.

"How did you know?" he asked suspiciously.

"Mother! Knows best!" She sung and Kurt rolled his eyes at her reference to the Disney film Tangled. He waited until they were back in the music room before turning his phone back on. He bit his lip as he saw ten un-read messages from Blaine. They got more frantic and worried as he read on so Kurt quickly composed a message back to Blaine.

Breathe Blaine. No, I have not been kidnapped nor am I trapped under the mountain of homework we were assigned. I'm with my mum while she teaches music. I had my phone off so I didn't disturb them. – K

Happy he sent it off and didn't have to wait long before Blaine replied.

Oh, okay. That's alright then. I thought maybe you were mad at me – B

Kurt bit his lip and replied carefully.

I'm not mad at you, I promise -K

Phew :P So your mum teaches music?-B

Yes, she taught me how to play the piano when I was a kid. She's a really good teacher- K

I bet she is :D Any other instruments that you play?-B

The messaged each other back and forth, Kurt forgetting all about his homework. Elizabeth smiled happily as she continued to teach her students, leaving Kurt curled up in the corner, a smile on his lips. Elizabeth was glad that someone was making her son happy and that Dalton was being good to him.

She finally finished up her classes for the day and helped Kurt pack up his books. They wondered to the car together and Elizabeth nudged her son.

"I take that smile means you spoke to Blaine," she teased.

Kurt glared at her slightly and laughed -care free and happy. "Yes, I talked to Blaine. You were right. I shouldn't jump to conclusion because I didn't hear the whole thing."

Elizabeth wrapped an arm around her son and hugged him close. "That's my boy."

Kurt smiled and leant into her.

When they got home Kurt disappeared into his room and Elizabeth went to her own. She went to the small book case and pulled out a photo album that sat on the second shelf. She went do the bed and sunk down on it gently, laying the photo album across her lap. It was old and the spine was starting to wear away due to the number of times it had been opened and closed. When Kurt was younger he used to sit with the album and flip through the pages, taking in his father and would cry softly. Elizabeth would sit next to him before pulling him into his lap and cuddled him closely and they would look at them together.

Telling Kurt that story brought back some beautiful memories for Elizabeth and she needed to see pictures. She opened the first page and smiled at the very first photo. It was the first picture they had ever taken together. Both were looking young and happy. Burt had hair in this photo but he had shaved it not long after. It was taken by a girl friend of Elizabeth's at the campus they had been studying at. They were sitting outside, Elizabeth curled up into Burt's side and they were smiling at each other.

She trailed her fingers over the worn edges. She turned when she felt the bed dip and Kurt was smiling at her softly, peering over her shoulder.
"I don't think dad ever had hair," Kurt mused looking at the picture and Elizabeth chuckled.

"Not a full head of hair anyway," she winked. "He was lucky that being bald suited him."

"Mildred used to call him an egg head," Kurt remembered and Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"She liked to tease him and he would tease her back," Elizabeth smiled fondly. "They would play jokes on each other too. Do you remember the time he came home covered in oil?"

"Yeah," Kurt brightened. "He was filthy and I refused to hug him even after he had showered."

Elizabeth chuckled at the memory. "Yes. That was all Mildred's fault. She had rigged a small can of oil in his office to fall on him. He didn't know she had arrived in town yet."

Kurt laughed and Elizabeth giggled along with him. "Your father was furious! In response he cut Mildred's pony tail off so she was forced to go to the hairdressers to get it styled properly. Although it back fired when she fell in love with it."

Kurt laughed louder, his whole torso shaking and Elizabeth's heart swelled at the sound. She hadn't heard Kurt laugh like this in a long time.

After Burt's death they had both been quite and withdrew from their friends. Elizabeth lost contact with most of them after his death and only a few had stayed with her during her grief. Kurt suffered a lot as Burt had been a very hands on father, so proud of his little boy and hadn't cared when Elizabeth had shared with his that their son may one day be gay.

"I will love him no matter what. He is my son," Burt had said and Elizabeth remembered kissing him passionately and taking him to bed that night.

"Where was this taken?" Kurt asked, pointing to the next picture. Kurt had heard all these stories before but he would never tire of hearing about Burt. Elizabeth was more than happy to tell them and Kurt loved the dreamy smile that would settle on his mother's lips. It made her even more beautiful than she already was. The settled more comfortably on the bed and Elizabeth began to re-tell their adventures.