"Hello, Hummel's tires and lube Burt Hummel speaking" Burt said, leaning on the hood of the car he was working on "I'll be right there"

Burt rushed to the hospital, his eyes stinging with unshed tears, his heart breaking slightly at the thought that both of the people that he loved the most could be dead.

"I want to see them" Burt said, his eyebrows furrowed and his tears starting to leak from his eyes "I'm sorry sir visiting hours are ove-" the nurse was cut off "I don't care. My wife and only son are in there possibly dying and you won't let me see them?" The nurse looked at Burt, then at her charts "Wait sir are you related to a Kurt and Elizabeth Hummel?" Burt nodded, dazed slightly "Oh dear…Right this way sir I'm so sorry I didn't realize"

Burt became anxious. What if Elizabeth was in a coma? Or worse…dead…and what about Kurt? He was so little and not very strong. How would he be?

He reached the room that was keeping his wife and son. They both looked so frail and weak and Burt couldn't stop the tears from flowing then. Seeing the two people he valued most lying in hospital beds. Vulnerable and unconscious. The nurse gave him a sympathetic look and ushered him inside and soon after a doctor followed.

Burt sat on a chair and fumbled with his hands awkwardly as he watched the doctor hover over Kurt and Elizabeth taking blood samples, checking their heart-rates and writing notes on their charts.

"Well Mr. Hummel," the doctor started "Kurt will be fine. He will stay unconscious for a matter of days but there is something else you must know." Burt gulped, his breath hitched in his throat "The damage from the car accident was very great and it impacted Kurt's spinal chord and I'm afraid that's left him paralyzed from the waist down." Burt fell into his chair. This couldn't be happening he thought he's only eight-years-old…but what about…Elizabeth" The doctor looked at him with a confused expression "My wife. What about her, is she alright?"

Burt ringed his hands nervously as the doctor ran tests on Elizabeth, 10 minutes passed and the doctor looked at Burt with sympathy in his eyes "Sir, the damage done to your wife is…" The doctor started, looking back to his clipboard "It's too great. Your wife was hit by a moving car, as was your son but while Kurt wasn't impacted to strongly, Elizabeth got struck in the head causing her skull to crack and her brain to bruise."

Burt felt like his whole world was tumbling down. Both were so young! Why would god do this to him? He didn't understand what was happening. Not fully. But he understood enough.

"Does that mean that my wife is…" Burt started, tears welling up in his eyes "Dead?" he whispered the last word. The doctor looked at Burt. His silence was enough to send him over the edge.

~I'm Just Filler~

2 years later, Burt was strolling around the shops and carting Kurt around in his wheelchair.

"Dad?" A ten-year-old Kurt wheeled himself down so he could be in front of his Dad "Can boys love other boys?" Burt looked at his son.

"Bud there is nothing wrong with boys liking other boys okay?" Burt said, keeping his eyes straight "It only matters if two people love each other. Like mommy and I" Burt gulped before continuing, "Used to be."

Kurt nodded slightly, suddenly his eyes widened. He saw a new toy store in the distance. And what 10-year-old can resist a toy store?

Kurt wheeled himself down as fast as he could until he reached the entrance.

"Whoa, buddy!" Burt said, huffing slightly "You gotta remember that Daddy can't go that fast" He smiled at his sons enthusiasm and grabbed hold of Kurt's handlebars so he wouldn't be able to wheel away again.

"Dad!" Kurt pointed too a row of Barbie dolls "Can I have one? Please! Now my power rangers can get married! Instead of marrying each other" Burt was skeptical about his son buying a toy originally made for a girl but he just wanted his son happy.

"Sure kiddo," Burt said, ruffling Kurt's perfect hair "Let's go pay alright?" Kurt smoothed his hair down and began wheeling down to the cashier.

~I'm Just Filler~

Kurt was 14 and just entering high school as a freshman. Where did the time go?

He wheeled into reception and got his schedule and locker number. 203'said.

Kurt sighed as he reached his locker. A bottom one at least.

He opened his locker and filled it with books until he heard a voice behind him that startled him.

"Hi!" A girls voice rang out "I'm Mercedes! Looks like you're my new locker neighbor" She gave Kurt a warm smile and emptied out her bag "What's your name?"

Kurt never had many friends before. They all thought he was weird. But this girl seemed nice enough. "Kurt. Kurt Hummel" He replied quietly, scared that maybe the girl was just playing nice "I'm a freshman"

Mercedes’ smile only got bigger as she and Kurt closed their lockers "Cool! Me too," She gestured to Kurt's wheelchair as if asking to push it, he nodded "What class do you have first?"

Kurt checked his schedule "English with Mr. Ruben," He said, a little bit more confident "You?"

"Sweet, we’re in the same class!” Mercedes was happy about finding a new friend on her fist day of high school! And her happiness was beginning to rub off on Kurt as she pushed him down the hall talking about fashion and gossip.