"Kurt!" Elizabeth called to her 8-year-old son "Mommy's leaving do you wanna come?"

Kurt rushed down the stairs wearing purple jeans, a white button-down and an orange bowtie.

"Lemme get my orange converse then we can go mommy!" Kurt rushed happily to the shoe cupboard and got out his favorite orange sneakers. Elizabeth laughed at her son's enthusiasm "Burt sweetie!" Liz called "We're leaving! Do you need anything from the store?"

Burt emerged from the garage where he'd been working on cars. "No it's okay," He said, wiping his hands on a rag "Have fun and drive safe 'Kay?" They kissed each other goodbye and Kurt began to pull on his mother's hand.

~I'm Just Filler~

"Get this boy and his mother to the emergency room stat!" There was yelling and screaming everywhere.

Kurt's legs were both numb as he poked and prodded them but he fell back down as he felt pain shoot up his arm.

He looked over at his mother, being taken away on a stretcher. Oxygen mask held over her nose, her chestnut brown hair blowing in the wind. Her eyes were closed.

"Mom?" Kurt whispered, he felt strong arms picking him up and carrying him into the ambulance "Mom? Mom! MOM!" Kurt was panicking, searching for his mother, wanting to be wrapped up in her warm arms, to smell her soft, comforting smell. For her to shush him and lull him to sleep like she always did.

Little did he know that he wouldn't be able to experience that again.