Still dressed in his pyjamas, Kurt snuck into Burt's room and quickly dashed over to the antique chest of drawers that held his clothes. Kurt opened the bottom draw – the broken one – and laid it down next to him, gently inhaling, the faint smell of perfume still lingering in the drawer. He closed his eyes and sighed.

Kurt was just three years old; his hands steadied on his mother's leg as she sat at the vanity mirror and applied her makeup, humming softly under her breath. Kurt looked at the various products that sat on his mother's vanity, taking each one in with a curious look.

"What's that, Mummy?" Kurt asked.

"It's called foundation," Elizabeth smiled down at her son. "It makes me pretty."

"You don't need makeup to be pretty," Burt called from the joint bathroom. "You are already beautiful."

Elizabeth smiled brightly, cheeks flushing with pleasure.

Kurt stood on his tip-toes and reach out to grab the glass bottle on the edge. He took it and held it carefully in his hands. "What's this?" He asked.

"Perfume," Elizabeth explained. "It makes me smell like flowers."

"Pretty," Kurt murmured. He stepped away from the vanity but wasn't watching where he was walking. He crashed into the dresser and dropped the bottle, causing it to fall into the bottom drawer and smash. Kurt gasped and stumbled back.

"What happened?' Burt demanded, rushing out of the bathroom, shaving cream still applied to his face. He stubbed his foot on the open drawer, a creak sounding and Burt yelped, grabbing his foot and hopping about.

Elizabeth laughed and Kurt giggled and Burt glared at the two of them. "Oh honey, are you alright?" She cooed, standing up and making her way to her husband.

"I'm OK," Burt grunted. "What happened?"

"I dropped it," Kurt pouted, staring at his parents with wide eyes.

"It's OK, sweetie," Elizabeth said, picking up her son and cradling him in her arms, "as long as you aren't hurt."

Kurt shook his head, laying his head on his mother's shoulder. "Sorry."

"It's OK, baby," Elizabeth smiled. "Why don't you go and play in your room while we clean this up?" Kurt nodded and Elizabeth put him down, watching as he scurried out of the room.

"I can fix it," Burt grunted, taking a look at the drawer, which was now broken.

Elizabeth kissed him lightly and giggled as she got shaving cream on her cheek. "Finish your shave first."

"You going to school today?" Burt asked and Kurt's eyes snapped open to see his father staring at him with a sad smile.

"Can we visit mum today?" Kurt asked quietly. "We haven't been in a while."

"Sure thing. Go get dressed," Burt said. Kurt nodded and gently closed the broken draw, hurrying to his room to get dressed. Burt looked at the drawer mournfully and in his mind, a picture emerged of Elizabeth sitting at the vanity, applying her makeup. Burt cleared his throat and turned away, heading back down stairs.

Kurt dressed in his back jeans, yellow gum boots and yellow jacket. His mother's favourite colour was yellow; she'd always loved how bright and happy it made things. His phone buzzed and he smiled softly as he saw it was from Blaine.

Mum just got a call from Burt and said you aren't coming today. Courage. I know today is hard for you. – B

Kurt quickly typed back a message.

Sorry I can't come today. I need to see her. – K

Blaine's reply came instantly.

Never apologize for wanting to see your mum. I'll see you after school – B xx

Kurt smiled at the two kisses and slipped his phone into his pocket. He went downstairs and found Burt waiting for him. "Are you eating before we go?" He asked.

"I'll eat when we get back," Kurt said softly.

"Alright. If you're ready," Burt trailed off and Kurt nodded. The two of them slipped out of the house, Burt locking up behind them and jumped in the car. Burt slid behind the wheel and pulled out, driving in the direction of Lima Graveyard. They rode in silence and when they arrived, Burt pulled into the parking lot.

They slipped out, shutting the door quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace of cemetery. Burt grabbed a small bucket with some tools from the back. There was a small flower stall out the front and the old lady stationed behind it smiled softly as the two Hummel men approached her.

"Hello Burt, Kurt. Your usual?" she asked. Burt nodded and got out his wallet. The women collected a large yellow sunflower and a handful of daises, both yellow and white. She handed them to Kurt who accepted them with a small smile of thanks and Burt paid. She nodded at them and they headed to gate, slipping inside.

They weaved through the tombstones, down to where Elizabeth was buried. They paused as they reached it, looking over the headstone.

Elizabeth Hummel

Loving mother, wife, sister and daughter

Forever the music in our hearts

"Hi Mum," Kurt greeted quietly, sitting himself down on the grass. Burt moved too, kneeling down. He grabbed the small tool and started weeding around the headstone, cutting back the growing weeds. Kurt took the daisies and started to create a chain, the art of which his mother taught had him. They often could be found in the back yard, surrounded by flowers, making chains.

His mother worked at a flower shop and always came home smelling beautiful and each day she would bring home a new flower for Kurt. She would press them and place them in a book, writing a description of the flower and their meanings. Kurt kept the book safely in his room.

Kurt finished his chain at the same time as Burt finished weeding the ground. Kurt laid the chain over the headstone, running his fingers gently over the stone.

"It's nice," Burt said softly. "Your mum was always good at that."

Kurt gave him a watery smile. He handed the sun flower to Burt who propped it up against the stone.

"I miss you, Mum," Kurt murmured and Burt bowed his head. They sat in silence, the sun beating down on them.

"Time to go, Kurt," Burt grunted quietly and Kurt nodded, standing.

"Bye, Mum," he whispered and started walking back to the car.

Burt bit his lip and gazed at the headstone. "I miss you, Elizabeth," he said hoarsely. "I love you." He sighed and turned around, taking quick strides to catch up with his son. They slipped quietly into car and headed home.

When they reached home, Kurt made his way to the kitchen and grabbed himself something to eat. He ate it at the table, Burt sitting quietly and reading the paper. When Kurt was finished, he washed his dishes slowly, trying to keep himself busy.

"I'll be in my room," Kurt said and Burt nodded. Once he was in his room, he quickly pulled his laptop out and the book his mother gave him. He clicked on his photo albums and looked through them, remembering the times he had had with his mother.

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Blaine sat with the Warblers at lunch, hands itching to take out his phone and call Kurt but he refrained. Blaine knew that his boyfriend would need time to grieve his mother.

"Where's Kurt?" Nick asked from across the table, sitting next to Jeff who was unable to keep the smile off his face.

"Yeah, is he alright?" Wes inquired.

"Today isn't a good day for Kurt," Blaine explained gently.

"Why?" David asked, curious. Blaine looked around all the Warblers, knowing he could trust them and that Kurt could too.

"Today is the anniversary of his mother's death," Blaine murmured and he heard a chorus of gasps.

Blaine noticed that Nick didn't look that shocked about the news; instead, he looked sad.

"When did she pass?" Wes asked quietly.

"When we were eight," Blaine replied. "Kurt took it really hard."

"Damn," Jeff whispered. "I can't imagine it."

"Does he need anything?" Nick asked, eyes hopeful.

Blaine shook his head. "Just space. He'll be OK."

"Were you close to his mum?" Thad asked and Blaine nodded, a small smile on his lips.

"Yeah, Elizabeth was amazing."

The boys smiled and changed topic, not wanting to upset Blaine. The day couldn't go fast enough and finally Blaine could go home and see Kurt.

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"Blaine!" Nick called as he was heading to parking lot. Blaine turned and saw that Nick was running towards him, tugging Jeff along with him.

"Hey Nick," Blaine smiled.

"Can you tell Kurt that if he needs anything just to ask?" Nick panted and Jeff beamed at him.

"Of course," Blaine smiled. "Thank you, Nick."

Nick smiled and nodded before strolling away with Jeff, hands linked together.

Blaine headed over to where Annie was waiting and jumped in the car. "Anxious to see Kurt?" She guessed as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"Yes," Blaine said honestly.

Blaine told Annie about his day as they drove and as soon as they arrived at the Hummel home, he was out of the car and running up the garden path to the house. He knocked politely before ducking inside. They were way past waiting for someone to open the door.

"Hey Blaine," Burt greeted.

"Hi, how are you doing, Burt?" Blaine asked.

"Just fine, kid," Burt smiled. Blaine nodded, pleased that Burt was OK. "Kurt's in his room."

"Thanks, Burt. Mum's coming," Blaine smiled before dashing up the stairs to Kurt's room.

He peeked around Kurt's door and saw him lying on the bed, laptop open with a picture of Elizabeth and Kurt when he was four, baking together.

Blaine crept in, crawled onto the bed and lay across Kurt back, looking over his shoulder to peer at the book Kurt was glancing at. His boyfriend huffed out a laugh, grunting.

"Hi,' Blaine murmured.

"Hello. I didn't realize you were being a koala bear today," Kurt mused and Blaine laughed. He climbed off Kurt, lying beside him instead. He traced a finger over on the pages. "I miss her," Kurt murmured.

"Me too," Blaine muttered. It was true; he did.

Kurt snuggled closer to Blaine, said boy throwing an arm around Kurt, pulling him close. "Blaine?" He whispered.

"Hmmm?"

"Do you think Dad will be happy again? Like he was with Mum?" Kurt asked.

Blaine was silent, thinking. "I think he will," he said eventually. "He'll always love your mum, though. She was special."

"Do you think they'd still be together if she was alive today?" Kurt asked, looking at Blaine, his eyes a deeper blue than usual, but then again, they always were when he was emotional. Blaine loved that about Kurt.

"Yes," Blaine smiled. "Your dad was crazy about your mum. Like I'm crazy about you."

"I'm crazy about you too," Kurt smiled and gently placed a kiss on Blaine's lips. He pulled back and looked at the book again. Blaine just pulled him closer, no words needing to be said.